30 m² · 1 single bed
60 m² · 1 large double bed and 3 single beds · Σουίτα
30 m² · 1 large double bed
30 m² · 1 large double bed
30 m² · 1 large double bed
60 m²
Ok
“Einfache Übernachtungsmöglichkeit in der Nähe von Zürich”
Large rooms. The landlord could only be reached by phone. Cleanliness could be better. Parking was difficult; at the guest parking lots you’re shouted away by Chinese restaurant owners, and at other spots towing was threatened. Spartan furnishings, remember to bring your own shower gel.
“Furchtbar! Die schlechteste Unterkunft, in der ich jemals übernachtet habe.”
The worst place I've ever stayed at. At check‑in, the phone guided me from the parking lot straight to the room, with no personal contact; the woman who spoke broken German and the unfriendly man who took over the conversation never introduced themselves by name—everything felt anonymous. The heating was off, even though temperatures had been single‑digit for a week. On Saturday, 14.09, we arrived at 4 °C. When I called to complain, the woman dismissed me in poor German, saying she couldn't turn the heater on herself. They promised to call a heating company on Monday, 16.09, but when the room was still cold at 16:00, I was brushed off again, told the company would come when they had time. I booked a room with heating, so the landlord should have turned it on promptly at single‑digit temperatures. It stayed cold and damp all the time. Towels didn't dry within 24 hours. The bathroom was a nightmare: the shower head was disgusting and heavily limescaled (photo), the shower curtain was dirty with mold and large spots (photo), the window couldn't be darkened, the shower mat was an old towel with a promotional print (photo), and the towels were musty and stiff. I had to bring my own bath towels from the car. The balcony had a strange net over the railing, an open pigsty, and a pile of manure directly below it—stinking (photo). Only a worn chair cover with stains, a dirty concrete floor with spots. The room was tastelessly cluttered with all sorts of furniture (photos). At the entrance, an unlined plastic pipe stuck to the wall, especially repulsive at the lower part (photo). There was only one nightstand; the second was impossible to use because a huge, sagging couch blocked half the room. There were no bedside lamps, so reading was impossible. The ceiling fixtures threw only weak light to the foot of the bed. The bedding was worn and “mixed”; even for one person the sheets weren't uniform. The 50 cm wide wardrobe had various hangers (perhaps trash?) and a 50 cm shelf—insufficient for one person, let alone two. No luggage rack, though there was an old couch. No trash bin in the room, just a small bathroom bin. The overly large pub table made the space less appealing. Service was nonexistent: for four days nothing happened. The bin and ashtray were never emptied, the bathroom never cleaned, not even the sink, the bed never made, towels never changed. The kitchen was a disaster: the landlord kept dismissing complaints about the kitchen equipment, claiming the room wasn't rented with cooking facilities. There are still two cups, four different glasses, and one filthy cutting board. The oven doesn't work (otherwise I might have used it for heating 😊). The stove, unusable without cookware, was filthy; the old burnt‑on grates are clearly visible. It clearly hadn't been cleaned in a very long time. The kitchen sponge was disgusting, definitely a health‑authority issue (photo). The sink was dirty, no trash bag, no cutlery. The stairwell was also uncleaned for four days, sometimes heavily so; there was a vacuum and a large picture on the landing. The landlord apparently never heard of keeping escape routes clear, and the fire extinguisher should have been checked four years ago. I could keep listing these catastrophes…
Very large room, everything was available.
The check‑in was straightforward, but finding the hotel itself was a challenge.
Ok
Very large room, everything was available.
“Einfache Übernachtungsmöglichkeit in der Nähe von Zürich”
Large rooms. The landlord could only be reached by phone. Cleanliness could be better. Parking was difficult; at the guest parking lots you’re shouted away by Chinese restaurant owners, and at other spots towing was threatened. Spartan furnishings, remember to bring your own shower gel.
The check‑in was straightforward, but finding the hotel itself was a challenge.
“Furchtbar! Die schlechteste Unterkunft, in der ich jemals übernachtet habe.”
The worst place I've ever stayed at. At check‑in, the phone guided me from the parking lot straight to the room, with no personal contact; the woman who spoke broken German and the unfriendly man who took over the conversation never introduced themselves by name—everything felt anonymous. The heating was off, even though temperatures had been single‑digit for a week. On Saturday, 14.09, we arrived at 4 °C. When I called to complain, the woman dismissed me in poor German, saying she couldn't turn the heater on herself. They promised to call a heating company on Monday, 16.09, but when the room was still cold at 16:00, I was brushed off again, told the company would come when they had time. I booked a room with heating, so the landlord should have turned it on promptly at single‑digit temperatures. It stayed cold and damp all the time. Towels didn't dry within 24 hours. The bathroom was a nightmare: the shower head was disgusting and heavily limescaled (photo), the shower curtain was dirty with mold and large spots (photo), the window couldn't be darkened, the shower mat was an old towel with a promotional print (photo), and the towels were musty and stiff. I had to bring my own bath towels from the car. The balcony had a strange net over the railing, an open pigsty, and a pile of manure directly below it—stinking (photo). Only a worn chair cover with stains, a dirty concrete floor with spots. The room was tastelessly cluttered with all sorts of furniture (photos). At the entrance, an unlined plastic pipe stuck to the wall, especially repulsive at the lower part (photo). There was only one nightstand; the second was impossible to use because a huge, sagging couch blocked half the room. There were no bedside lamps, so reading was impossible. The ceiling fixtures threw only weak light to the foot of the bed. The bedding was worn and “mixed”; even for one person the sheets weren't uniform. The 50 cm wide wardrobe had various hangers (perhaps trash?) and a 50 cm shelf—insufficient for one person, let alone two. No luggage rack, though there was an old couch. No trash bin in the room, just a small bathroom bin. The overly large pub table made the space less appealing. Service was nonexistent: for four days nothing happened. The bin and ashtray were never emptied, the bathroom never cleaned, not even the sink, the bed never made, towels never changed. The kitchen was a disaster: the landlord kept dismissing complaints about the kitchen equipment, claiming the room wasn't rented with cooking facilities. There are still two cups, four different glasses, and one filthy cutting board. The oven doesn't work (otherwise I might have used it for heating 😊). The stove, unusable without cookware, was filthy; the old burnt‑on grates are clearly visible. It clearly hadn't been cleaned in a very long time. The kitchen sponge was disgusting, definitely a health‑authority issue (photo). The sink was dirty, no trash bag, no cutlery. The stairwell was also uncleaned for four days, sometimes heavily so; there was a vacuum and a large picture on the landing. The landlord apparently never heard of keeping escape routes clear, and the fire extinguisher should have been checked four years ago. I could keep listing these catastrophes…
