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This place is crying out for The Hotel Inspector or Gordon Ramsay to storm in and shake the owners out of their stupor. There’s genuine potential here — the kind of charm and setting that could make it special — but it’s completely undermined by a burnt-out, disengaged owner whose negativity sets the tone the moment you walk in. There were no menus, no prices on display, and ultimately no transparency — which meant the final bill arrived as a rather unpleasant surprise. Yes, I know I should’ve asked, but it was an early-days weekend date and interrogating the staff over costs would’ve killed the vibe. The food? Serviceable, but that’s being generous. Two fried eggs (no choice offered), some overcooked bacon, a good spread, and a somewhat forced glass of champagne — €40 per person for that felt like a punchline without the joke. The room was clean and spacious, which was a relief, but felt dated — a CD player and a TV awkwardly clinging to the wall didn’t exactly scream modern hospitality. I came here off the back of glowing reviews and wasn’t expecting luxury, just a little warmth and value. Instead, I left wondering if we’d all stayed at the same place. A huge missed opportunity — the place is resting on fading charm and needs a serious wake-up