The only reason I'm hesitating to call this place a shithole is because I'm afraid that the plumbers union might take issue.
We had a reservation for 4 nights but we moved out after the first one, forfeiting a substantial amount of money and I still think it was worth moving out.
The rooms, if we can call them that without insulting hotels worldwide, are tiny holes. A room for two is the same as a room with a double bed, two beds are not an option.
The air conditioning can only be turned off or on by the receptionist, any time you wish to do so you have to contact him. If it's on, this last century machine begins to roar with the ferocity of a lion that just got kicked in the balls and proceeds to freeze the room to inhuman temperatures. There is no temperature control available. The other option is to cook in the summer heat.
The walls are thin. The construction right outside the window (not kidding, the window opened to a scaffolding where workers walked by and worked on the facade of the building right in front of our "room" on the 3rd floor) included hammering and drilling. If anybody within a 10 room radius flushed I could clearly hear it.
The "bathroom" was a tiny toilet room, barely fit in size for even that purpose (about 1m by 2m in size). They had the audacity to call this a bathroom because they had a shower head installed on the wall and a drain on the floor and a shower curtain. No shower tray, no door, nothing to keep the water from flowing directly to the room and sprinkling all over the toilet paper if one were to attempt to take a shower.
The room had no overhead light, only a small wall mounted lamp that provided less light than a flashlight could have.
This whole thing, for the lack of a better word, is located in the middle of a filthy backstab ghetto of Rome, about 10 minutes from the clean, tourist friendly part of the town.
The "breakfast" was served in a tiny room on the 2nd floor. It involved 2 pieces of croissants from plastic plates. Choices of drinks were water, orange juice and coffee, the first two from tiny plastic cups. When we arrived we were graciously allowed to decide who gets the last chocolate croissant, the rest got the 1 other kind. I would rather not speculate on the origin of these croissants.
The only silver lining was that the receptionist was polite and spoke English relatively well.
My recommendation is to avoid this place if there is a room anywhere else and choose a different city it there isn't. read more