Trip Advisor had warned us not to expect too much when we realised that we were booked at the only place available to us at the last minute : the Admiral Hotel. That apart, we were intrigued by the fact that this hotel was owned by a diehard James Bond fan who had established the first ever Bond Club in Italy. But apart from the tacky memorabilia of James Bond in the foyer which passed for a Club/ Bar , there was nothing remotely James Bondish about the hotel.
There was no in-house restaurant and the all inclusive Breakfast is lack lustre with indifferent breads and cold cuts that are not replenished for the late risers. Mustering courage, I boldly asked for some ham but was coolly informed by the Icy Blonde that it was "finito" . Surprisingly, though, when my big burly White colleague asked for more, the plate was mysteriously filled up!
The large rooms had lumpy mattresses but what made it worse was the non-functioning Airconditioning. When we complained we were... more