This hotel was an exploration of gaslighting. What do I mean by that? Well, our room had a balcony, on which was a table and some chairs. A sign visible from inside the room forbade us from going onto the balcony. So why, then, were there a table and chairs on the balcony, except to make people who were not staying at the hotel think that there was balcony access?
Our stay was riddled with contradictions like this. No potable water in the bathrooms, but a glass sitting next to the sink. A game room, but, oh wait, it costs a pound to play per individual game.
I got a distinct sense that I had been bamboozled somehow, and now that I was in their care, all they wanted was to extract as much money from me as possible before sending me on my way.
Not only is the water not potable in the bathrooms, but our bathroom had the bonus feature of having a strong swampy odor. (We lovingly nicknamed it the "Stink Room.") This odor got a bit better when you propped the door open, but that, of course, allowed the stink into the room proper.
The shower in the bathrooms also was unacceptable. I had a broken ankle during my visit, and the bottom of the shower was so slippery, I was scared to bathe because I was afraid that I would fall. This is something that can be remedied with a plastic mat, which is not expensive to fix.
We paid extra for breakfast, which was a mistake. The buffet had the same choices every day, everything was lukewarm, and the coffee was shockingly bitter.