Garda House

Ah, the sweet sting of dashed hopes. This place, a beacon of mediocrity nestled oh-so-conveniently in the heart of town, promised much but delivered the bare minimum (and by minimum, we mean grime). The towels, bless their threadbare souls, wouldn't dry a cat's paw. Dust bunnies frolicked freely, and the décor screamed "thrift store chic" (emphasis on cheap). A symphony of dysfunction awaited in the bathroom: the washing machine, a monument to futility, the sink spewing only cold indifference. A shower with the auditory charm of a jet engine and a lingering scent of sewage added to the ambiance. The cupboards, a treasure trove of forgotten detritus, held tea and coffee so stale they might be considered historical artifacts. All in all, a stellar choice for those seeking a taste of neglect and a complete disregard for the concept of hospitality.

Property was advertised as 2 x king and one king pullout bed. We were 3 singles checking in. When we checked in only the 2 kings were made up and no linen for the pullout. When we requested linen we eventually received a reply and were told that the king pullout "does not really work" and its for families with kids to use. This was not clear on booking. Eventually mismatched linen was dumped in the apartment which we did not end up using as the bed would not pull out easily and was in very poor shape.