We had a good experience here. Our room was on the top floor with a patio and a view of the harbor. The room was spacious and nicely furnished, with high ceilings. Our host was helpful and solicitous. The garden is nice. We paid 100 euros. We looked at a much smaller room without charm at the Orloff which was priced considerably higher before choosing the Miranda. I would come back here again.

The hotel is situated next to Hydra's harbour. It is a fine old building, nice furniture but it urgently needs to be renovated: Bathrooms (plumming etc.) need a little care. The staff was very friendly, the breakfast was sufficient, the garden was lovely.
But, I also think it is overpriced for its category and it does not offer a lot of facilities. No sea view, no balcony, and yet very expensive for what it offers. Moreover, there is not enough room space to put your personal belongings, at least not in my room. Certainly not an A' class Hotel but not bad either.
I wouldn't stay there again unless there was a very good offer. Not reccomended during summer vacations.

I would like to mention my impressions of this hotel which was absolutely terrible. My wife and I were looking for a good hotel in Hydra to pass the weekend. We read the relevant (misleading) trip advisor review and we decided that Miranda Hotel was probably one of the best in town. We therefore proceeded and made a reservation paying 85 € in advance for a night with the intention to stay one more night.
When we arrived in the hotel which is located close to the harbor (all the hotels in Hydra are very close to the harbor as the island is very small), the person responsible for the hotel gave us a terrible room. The problems were:
1. The room was too small. The double bed was covering all the space of the room and you could not move around.
2. The ceiling was made out of wood and there was a hole in one of the corners. We were afraid of something (rats, cockroaches etc.) might fall out of there. The hole was large enough that even a large rat could pass through that hole. And moreover, the hole was above our heads when we went to sleep. See the photo!
3. The toilet was not working properly. There was no pressure in the water and you could not properly flash the toilet.
4. The toilet door had fallen off its position and could not be closed.
5. The TV existed but very poor reception (in a few words, useless).
My wife and I were very dissappointed and when we asked politely whether all the rooms were like that, the hotel boss told us that if we wanted to move to another room we should wait until next day and pay more !!!
Anyway we decided to stay for the night (don't forget that we had aldready paid the first night in advance, so the hotel boss "kept us in his pocket") and the next day we fortunately moved out of the room (and the hotel).
The hotel man was offered to move us to another (better room) but he didn't even bother to offer us a discount and compensate for the previous night.
It seems that he preferred to have 2 disappointed customers rather than make something to ease this dissapointment and offer something more.

The thing is that we very easily found another hotel and a far better room which was cheaper !!! (75 €/night).
From this experience we learned the following:
Never pay in advance for something you don't know of.

Miranda sits just sheltered from the front-line of busy port life. The hotel is surrounded by an escher optic of lanes winding past a garden shrine under an olive tree that must have seen the 1821 Revolution. A chignoned Papa in shades passes the purple vines of Miranda's whitewashed walls. Within, Yanni the manager and Miranda herself are sweeping the courtyard, he for the litter, she for the toddlers. Most guests have headed for the boutiques and beaches or are already shopping at the portside stands for peaches or karpouzi. A couple lingers after breakfast on the balcony swatting wasps. She had asked for lemon for her tea and Yanni had run down to the lemon tree in the courtyard to get her one, but it is the sugar caked in her cup that draws the wasps that benight her morning.Rooms off the shaded courtyard are cool and spacious, at night alive with the breeze and the whispers of new friends whose only common language is chess. A room at the top is stencilled red and gold and has its own bath. Out the window the belltower extols its own stern simplicity.There is a mule somewhere in the middle distance. If he forgets to bray in the night, you wake up longing. The cock never forgets his kukuruku. There is, after all, too much Nothing to be done.We smuggled an orange kitten into our room and fed him tinned mackerel. We called him Portokali Miranda, Miranda Sunrise. He slept furled on the bed all day while we baked stretched out on the rocks. This put Yanni into a difficult position. House rules forbade the accommodation of pets. On the other hand, hospitality bound him to accomodate us. It was already late August; the meltemi was beginning, an ill wind that blows no good. We had only a few days left in our stay so he turned a blind eye. Maybe we gave the kitten a head start in a competitive game, though the town periodically set out poisoned morsels to control the ever-burgeoning population.Twenty-five years have passed since that visit. Miranda's children must be grown now. Yanni may have moved onon and memories that deepen with the years. I hope the tree still spreads its branches over the nearby garden. This is a note of gratitude for the things that never change. (Michael Godfrey)