A bog standard hotel with one major feature – it’s a five minute drive from Galway Airport making it ideal if you’re arriving late in the day and don’t want to set off on a long journey after touching down. The bad news is that is pretty much the only redeeming feature of the hotel. If anyone is staying for more than one night here, they are either: flying in one day and out the next, or insane (allegedly).
We checked in at 11.30pm following a late evening flight. We were told that our room was not ready. Precisely at what time would our room be ready? 2am? 5am? Another room was found and we set off. On opening the door, I was greeted by clothes on the floor, two suitcases and what looked like a bathroom full of toiletries. Luckily, I was not greeted by a couple getting “well-acquainted”. At least I don’t think I was. If you stayed in room 213 on Friday 8 June 2007 and were getting it on at around 11.30, well done for hiding in the wardrobe when I walked in you. You filthy pair of [--].
Another room was found, unoccupied, after much hilarity from the hotel manager. The new room let smoke in through the aircon and the gap under and around the room door. We blocked the bottom of the door with blankets to keep out some of the fumes. The rooms themselves are very dated. The were probably last painted in the 1950s which, coincidentally, is the age of the radiogram installed in the room.
Being a Friday night (well, any night) there was live music in the bar. A call to the Gardai was considered on the basis that the songs were being murdered, although to be fair, some of the songs were crying out for euthanasia. The noise did however keep my Mum awake on the second floor. Of her house in London. No, not really, she was staying in the hotel and the sound travels. The bar is decent, apart from the woeful singing – a top pint of Guinness and it closes at four in the morning.
The beds have my hotel bête noire, a plastic mattress protector, swiftly despatched to join the blankets keeping out the smoke. The protector is probably there to stop the staining if you vomit on your bed after breakfast. Actually, it’s not awful, but it does a rather good impression of being. Fruit salad is some appley stuff and some grapefruity stuff – picked long ago and tinned to within an inch of its life. Eggs are from the Supervalu budget range, white and black pudding ditto and the sausages were tasteless. The bacon marked a return of the white congealed goo that accompanies water injected cheap bacon (last seen by this reviewer in the Sarsfield Bridge Hotel, Limerick). Croissants were surprisingly good, unlike the bread which was predictably bad. The tea was decent.
So, all in, not a great experience. But, but, but.. would I stay here again? Undoubtedly, if I was flying in late to Galway and needed a bed for the night. It’s extremely convenient and relatively inexpensive. Just remember to bring some earplugs, noseplugs and your own breakfast.