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That A-Z Review is funny
Book it for an enemy, other than that keep your money
Smelly. Small. Grotty. 3 words best describing this place. There's a lovely looking man-hole cover just outside the front door which leads to the sewers, and I was considering popping that bad boy open and kipping down there for the night when I saw the room. It absolutely stunk of cannabis when we arrived, the room is smaller than one of those tin slum houses you see in third world documentaries, and the sink is really close to the toilet which makes it a bit uncomfortable to have a poo... Fresh skids already in the toilet bowl was the least of my worries; climbing into bed revealed scratchy sheets & a lumpy sexed out mattress, which in turn caused me to have the worst sleep of my life.
There was no soap provided in the room, but in hindsight I don't think there was any form of soap anywhere on the premises. I only noticed this when already in the shower which was a bit annoying, as my left arm fell victim to the shower curtain: this polyester sheet was absolutely caked in slimy mould, I was cleaner before having a shower for Christ's sake. The whole experience was traumatic.
The next morning the dreaded 'continental breakfast' (which, might I add, I avoided after seeing the food prep area). The fridge was covered in mould and there was greasy pans left on the cooker since what looked like 1998. You literally get a couple of slices of toast & drink. That's it. I opted for a glass of 'orange juice' before leaving, and even this made my stomach churn; it wasn't by any stretch of the imagination orange juice. It was very VERY cheap orange squash, and when I put the glass up to my mouth I got a smell that resembled bum holes, and a taste of disappointment and bacteria.
The only positive part of this stay was the bloke on reception, friendly but not the faked retail friendly you get in shops, him and the women in the god awful breakfast room/A to Z Restaurant - so if for some reason you end up there by accident say hi, turn around, run to West Acton tube station (trains only run every half hour or so from Acton Main Line), and don't look back. Maybe grab something from Sainsbury's just over the road to wash the taste of bacteria squash from your mouth though.
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