Thanet Hotel Annex

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Good location and the staff are very friendly and helpful. Definitely come back

I couldn't stop the shower for a while. And bits in my bed.

This property was horrible in all sense of the word. The sheets were dirty, bathroom was filthy and covered in mold and the whole room was crumbling away. The bed was old and you could feel every spring. Do not recommend.

The building was disgusting, for ur sanity sake don't go!

The place was absolutely didgusting, the room smelt like someone had died in it, constant banging all night and you could here people Outside all night through the poorly maintained windows… we had ants in the room!

Absolutely shocking room. It’s was rotten! The cleanest thing was the bed sheets. We had tissues under the bed from previous travellers. Toilet didn’t work properly. Hair in the bath room sink , couldn’t open the window in this awful heat. We will never book again. If I could give no stars I would . AVOID!!!

Disgusting! Avoid at all costs! Dirty and mouldy room, everything is chipped and in disrepair. No towels provided, the linen smelled like womens perfume, pillows stained and uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable bed. Cold room. No TV remote. Constant humming noise at night. Felt like descending into Dante's inferno.

More like a hostel, very outdated and not clean

The step from the bathroom down into the bedroom was about 14”. My husband and I are in our late 70’s and both of us fell out of the bathroom onto the bedroom cement floor. Fortunately, we weren’t hurt. The Annex is a nightmare!

The hotel has one thing going for it: location! It is right around the corner from the British Museum, and a ten-minute stroll from Tottenham Court Road station. But that is where the pros end and the cons begin. I've stayed in a few less-than-glamorous London hotels over the years, but this one takes the prize. The lobby and ground floor seem to be in shabby but reasonable condition, but when you ascend to the upper floors, the smell of old sweat and Febreze trapped in airless rooms becomes progressively more cloying. In terms of cleanliness, the shared bathrooms seem on par with the toilets you find on trains. The upstairs one, in particular, was visibly encrusted with old pee around the rim. The rooms themselves must differ in quality, because mine looked nothing like the photos shown on the various booking sites. The bed in my single room was one of those rickety metal-frame guest beds, with an old, flat mattress on top. The floor was dirty, with carpets that did not appear to have been cleaned since the turn of the century. The curtains might once have been white or beige, but had long since turned a ghastly yellow tone. Of course, they were greasy to the touch and had been ripped off on one side, so they sagged and didn’t close properly. The taps on my little sink produced only a faint trickle of lukewarm water whether I tried hot or cold, and the sink itself was blocked. Everything was absolutely rank and covered in grime. All in all, I will never, ever be back.