A depressing stay in yet another of these anonimous concrete boxes.

This particular hotel had all the warmth and homeliness of an Ikea showroom. (Which tasteless European selected cat-vomit-green as a nice colour for the corridor walls?) Their website, like so many others of hotel chains, studiously avoids telling you that only non-smoking rooms are offered. You're not told this until you've arrived (and your plastic card has been swiped). I consider this underhanded and dishonest. I'm the damn customer, for heaven's sake. I'm always right. And if I want to smoke, I don't want some nanny hotellier telling me I can't.

Towels clean, admitedly, but only at the cost of that nasty smell of chlorine detergent.

The restaurant service proceeds at glacial speeds in order to deliver very mediocre mass-produced meals.

Finally, I think they've ripped me off on breakfast costs but the damn bill is so incomprehensible, it's difficult to be sure.