10/10 绝佳
2025 年 9 月 25 日
This was my review I posted for our hotel stay:
The positives first: the location was blissfully quiet, and the rooms were a decorator’s dream—beautifully appointed, stylish, and comfortable enough to make you consider a nap as a permanent lifestyle choice.
Then came breakfast. And oh, dear reader, this is where the train not only derailed but skidded into a ditch, caught fire, and was looted by raccoons.
The “hot” offerings included cheese omelets, potatoes, turkey sausage, bacon, biscuits, and gravy. Sounds promising, right? Alas, the omelet bore the color and texture of a well-worn kitchen sponge, and—much like the rest of the spread—it was served with all the warmth of an abandoned igloo. The only exceptions? A cinnamon roll huddled beneath a heat lamp for dear life, and a machine that cheerfully ejected pre-made pancakes like some dystopian slot machine jackpot.
Thinking salvation might lie in the humble boiled egg, I reached for protein redemption. Plot twist: the eggs were spoiled, rubbery, and so offensive that one bite was promptly—and dramatically—spit out. Even the coffee, usually the unsinkable hero of any hotel breakfast, tasted like hot water with a hint of bitterness, as if the beans themselves had given up on life.
In short: come for the rooms, stay for the peace and quiet, but bring your own breakfast—or risk a culinary adventure that’s more horror story than happy ending.
Rebekah
Rebekah，1 晚行程
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