When checking into the King’s Center in Munich, something caught my eye besides the pinewood panelling, discreet accent lighting, opulently framed, flat reproductions of former Bavarian dignitaries, and the very young, perky Reception Staff, namely, a “can’t-miss-it” framed plaque from none-other-than Trip Advisor, printed in German, proudly displaying a rating nudging toward 5 or 6 gold Stars.
While my eyebrows didn’t exactly parabolically arch at the sight, I was intrigued, because my initial impression of this hotel would not have generated such a – sorry – stellar rating.
Having been seared with numerous surprises - yet ones rarely positive - in the course of their travels, experienced wayfarers can ascertain a hotel’s strengths/weaknesses within nanoseconds of initial entry. This venerable cadre is more or less surprise-proof, having tucked all their bad news behind them in a long wake of numerous hotel stays. Alas, they can figure out the idiosyncrasies of a showerhead in a new hotel room within the splash of a second (sorry, again). Their awareness is honed; they fully know that with hotels – as with any initial personal introduction – there is never a second chance to make a first impression.
To be certain, I found out this facet like a flash in the pan after my key card dunked into the door slot of Room 116. I did not appreciate the numerology (travellers become very sensitive that way), and my initial impression upon opening the door, was that I was not going to give this place a second chance.
It was very late when I checked in and I had an early morning curtain call. What my – now former - PA had ordered auf Deutsch in the original reservation was a King Size Bed for Single Occupancy. You would have thought that at the King’s Center, they would have had hierarchical nobility thing down pat and get the idea about the bed size.
What I ended up with in Room 116 was neither a King nor Queen size bed, but the equivalent of two Court Jester sized cots. Unless, you are seriously Vertically Challenged, a travelling pigmy, or a pint-sized 18 month old, you are in for a straight-jacketed, frozen-in position, sleepless night. This was the ticket for ushering in bad memories of summer camp.
To avoid this entire problem, get a heads up and insist on Room 206, if this is your hotel of calling. Why? This is the room I (was able to transfer) to after enduring a beleaguered night in Room 116.
A bit of detail to help you avoid another early morning hotel surprise: the hour is 05.45, and I am just about to leave for a meeting. I am at the Front Desk, ready to go, with a cab on a meter, and their reply on my prospective room change is (translated)– “if you want to change rooms from 116 to 206, you must pack all your belongings and leave your suitcases here immediately”. Well, there’s one sofort I could do without at that hour of the morning. Of course, I had anticipated all of this, re-packed and had carted my bags with me to the lobby.
Another sidebar on the overall page: the hotel has no restaurant; something to remember if you are locked into a very tight schedule and return late at night. The hotel’s location, Marsstrasse 15 is nothing more than “tote Hose” (“dead pants” in the literal; “simply dead”, in the vernacular.
Let’s extend. Say, with your schedule and its attendant problems, hunger hits at 21.00 or later - where to? There are certainly numerous enticing culinary alternatives near the Hauptbahnhof - as in any European city - (sic), but when (not if) pressed for time, late at night, you might opt for taking the Front Desk’s recommendation, i.e. exit the hotel, turn right and turn right again at the first street and walk straight to the restaurant. Convenient, yes?
Not entirely. Leafing through the menu with such taste-temptations as “Schweinshaxe”, “Leberwurst”, whoa, watch it, “Blutwurst”, you are impressed immaculately with a carnivore’s Holy Bible (and conversely a suicide scripture for a Vegan). The two waitresses serving the place with more archways than a Moroccan shrine, are not exactly Dindl-compliant but are very taxed. If you are into the menu’s Holy Grail, fine, if you stupidly order fish…don’t even think of it: walk out, or better yet, never even walk in.
King’s Center – bottom line? If you are tethered on a short leash to the Messe Center, get accommodation at the Novo Hotel, if your event organizers haven’t blocked off all the rooms for their own staff. A Single there, with a – (hello? Always emphasize - King size bed for Single Occupancy will set you back about EUR 190.00 (the hotel’s cuisine, while not – forget it - is fine – you probably won’t end up living there on a permanent basis, anyway).
This King – with No Clothes On – Center, charges about EUR 250 for the (insist – let’s go through this again - painful as it may seem - Single (Abdicated) Queen Size Bed in Room 206 (again where I stayed).
So, if your PA books you into a hotel that sounds regal to her, well…
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