If you're staying on the 8th floor, don't expect a shower—expect a gentle motivational mist. The water pressure was so low I started wondering if the water had to stop for coffee before making it to my room. It took forever to rinse off, and by the end I wasn't sure if I'd actually showered or just stood in a humid bathroom for 20 minutes.
The room also wasn't as clean as it should have been, which didn't make for a very welcoming first impression. To top it off, the bed felt like it had faithfully served guests for several decades and was ready for retirement. A good night's sleep was simply not happening.
Breakfast was perfectly fine, but unfortunately it arrived after a night of tossing and turning and a shower that tested my patience more than my hygiene. By then, the damage was done. It's hard to enjoy your morning coffee when you've already spent the morning negotiating with a showerhead that seemed determined to conserve every last drop.
Overall, I left feeling less refreshed than when I arrived, which is probably the opposite of what a hotel stay is supposed to accomplish.
Parkplatz