Offenbacher Hotel

The accommodation boasts a delightful breakfast, friendly and helpful staff, excellent location, interesting decoration, cleanliness, and comfortable rooms. However, the summary lacks unique content.

Not a fan. This place has too many strikes against it.. Let’s go: 1. It’s stranded almost perfectly between two metro stops. So no matter which direction you head, prepare for a mini pilgrimage every time you leave or return. 2. It’s on the fourth floor. No elevator. You’ll be sherpa-ing your bags up the narrow staircase while the staff watch with the enthusiasm of a potted plant. 3. Oh, and those stairs? You’ll get real familiar. Sober, drunk, bone-tired after walking all day—doesn’t matter. They’re waiting. Even now that we're gone - they're still waiting... 4. The room? Tiny. Like, Barbie Dreamhouse tiny. Photos online are hilarious once you realize how they stretched them—wide-angle lens sorcery at its finest. In person, it’s a fishbowl. 5. There is a cool-looking vintage sitting area with bright orange wallpaper. Sounds nice, right? Except it doubles as a solar death ray. No curtains. Just pure, unfiltered daylight frying your eyeballs awake. There is a curtain separating the bed from the sunroom… but it’s not wide enough and completely useless. So, yeah—enjoy that 6:30 a.m. wake-up call. 6. Wi-Fi? Meh. But to be fair, we didn’t find good Wi-Fi anywhere in Russia or Siberia. It’s part of the ambiance, I guess. The only redeeming quality: it’s near a bunch of bars. Which is perfect, because by the time you stagger home, you’ll be too far gone to care about the shoebox you’re sleeping in or the daylight screaming through your eyelids. Can’t recommend. Unless you’re training for a stair-climb marathon.