Sleazy back street night club
Arrived about 9pm, checked into my room on the first floor. Asked for a quiet room and found that I had been placed above the bar with loud bass music pumping through the floor. I asked to be moved, but was told that the hotel was full and that the music would be finished by 11:30 pm. I came back to the hotel after dinner, and the music was indeed off by 11:30.
My room was on the �America� floor, decorated in the style of the 1960s. Lots of clashing pink and orange, like sleeping in my sister�s bedroom when she was a teenager. The room was also pretty small.
Second night in my room by ten, no music and looking forward to an early night. A few funny looking characters hanging round the lobby, including two tough-looking guys in black polo necks and black leather jackets, one tall and one short.
Ten thirty the music started, louder than before. Impossible to sleep. Midnight I went down to the lobby to get the music stopped or to get moved. I was told the hotel was full and the noise could not be stopped. I asked to see the manager and sat to wait. The larger black-leather guy was talking to another customer in a threatening manner, leaning over him in his seat and making aggressive gestures.
After five minutes I asked another member of staff to get the manager. Tall-black-leather walked up to me and asked me what was the problem. I told him the noise from the bar, which I had been told would be over by eleven thirty. It was still going after midnight, I couldn�t sleep and I wanted the music stopped or to be moved to a quiet room, as I had been originally promised. He laughed out loud and told me that the music would not finish before 2am and that the hotel was full so I couldn�t move. I asked him if hew worked for the hotel and he told me that he was the head of security. I told him, pleasantly but firmly, that I was a paying customer trying to sleep in a hotel bedroom after midnight. I had asked for and been promised a quiet room, and that was what I wanted.
Suddenly I found myself backed-up against the wall, with tall-black-leather�s face an inch from mine, fingers being thrust at me and �va t�enculer� being shouted at me. I just stood my ground and after a minute or so short-black-leather managed to drag tall-black-leather away. I asked for the guy�s name but I was told �il n�a pas de nom�.
Somewhat flustered I returned to my room. Five minutes later the manager rang, apologising profusely for the conduct of his Head of Security and offering me an empty room on the fifth floor. So they had been lying about the hotel being full.
The new room was quiet and on the �Asian� floor in a Japanese style. Quite restful but even smaller than the first one, and badly laid out. The wardrobe had no natural or electric light. You couldn�t reach the bathroom light switch without being a contortionist.
Even without the threatening and violent evening atmosphere in the lobby, this is not a four star luxury hotel. A gimmicky two star flop house, perhaps. Taking into account the attitude of the staff, ranging from indifferent to violent, this is just a sleazy back-street night club with some tastelessly decorated and rather small rooms above. Avoid like the plague.