Right next to the train station. Convenient if you are leaving the next day by train. We were four family members and our room was 77 euros or so. First floor. To enter the hotel you go through the restaurant, which is pure Americana, all decor from the 50's including all the neon signs, posters, coke machines, pink and blue pastel colors you'd think you've landed in Arkansas or Oklahoma back in those years.
The reception is about 2 yards from the restaurant cashier, so basically the young girl who calls herself a manager has to run between the two counters, spending most of her time at the restaurant.
When we checked in we complained that there were only two towels for 4 people. Ok you'll get them later. By evening no towels. So we had to ask again and we received them from the same unpleasant girl. A bit later a man I never saw mentioned to one of our parties that actually the extra towels an be found in drawers under the bathroom sink. so be it!
The next day we were rushed out because checkout if 10h30 in the morning, not even the Hiltons of this world kick you out that early. They kept our carry-ons for the days as we were boarding our night train around 10 pm. When I went to get my I-Pad from the storage room, the "girl" manager looked me in the eye and said "Our chambermaids said that you were more than 4 in the room, and that is not authorized...bla bla bla". I told her that here chambermaids were dumb, and that we were four, but it is true that in the morning two of our brothers came to the room to get us, as we were running late, and it is probably at that time that the chambermaid saw more than us four leave the room. She looked at me, as if I was not forthright.
Can't argue with someone who believes that the chambermaids are far more truthful than a paying client, C'est la vie.
After my explanation I order tea, with warm water please, and as I was waiting a girl who spoke no french went by both cashier and was going straight for the restroom. She was quickly intercepted by this savvy 20-year old "manager" who wanted to know where she was going. She then told her: "you must pay 50 cents". She told the girl: " I was here "avant", mispronounced the word and stressing the "t", which french don't do, meaning I was here "before" for lunch, so implying she had the right to come back to use that room. So the savvy rude manager told her, ok but next time you come through you must say "bonjour"....So to be free of her and go into that room she told her "bonjour" and went in.
That is the kind of people that run this "american" coffee house of the 50' with so so food from the '50s and who treat their customers with a more than average sense of unpleasantness. read more
