Let me start by saying Hotel Seville sits in a location that’s about as exciting as watching paint dry in slow motion. But here’s the thing – I wasn’t expecting the French Riviera for the price I paid, so no complaints there.
This place would have been a solid three-star “meh” experience, but then the service swooped in like a superhero in a housekeeping uniform. The staff here actually acts like they’re happy to see you, which is refreshing in a world where hotel front desks often feel like DMV waiting rooms with slightly better lighting.
Special shoutout to Renee (I think that was her name – my memory isn’t what it used to be after 6 AM wake-up calls). She was absolutely lovely and made check-in feel less like a business transaction and more like catching up with a friend who happens to work in hospitality.
Now, about that 6 AM wake-up call… Some random guy decided my door was the perfect target for his morning percussion practice. Before you start drafting angry emails to management, this had absolutely nothing to do with the hotel. Just one of life’s little mysteries, like why airplane peanuts come in bags that require a PhD in engineering to open.
Bottom line: Hotel Seville delivers solid value with service that actually makes you smile. The location won’t win any beauty contests, but the staff will win your hearts. Four stars – would stay again, and hopefully next time without the unsolicited door-knocking alarm