I arrived in front of this company on the evening of August 16 at about 19. The owner screams me from the second floor window, asking me what I wanted. I said I needed a room. He closes the window and after ten minutes comes down and tells me to wait to get me the price. Return with do dismissive and tells me 65 euros with breakfast. He accompanies me to the room in a building in front. I ask him if they give dinner and he tells me to introduce myself before the 20s. At 7:35 I was in the dining room. Almost full room. Two or three tables of four empty seats. He tells me that if I want to eat right away I have to go outside under the pergola or wait for it to free a table from two. I wait 20 minutes standing in front of all the diners. The guy doesn't even tell me to sit down. I felt everyone's eyes on me. Finally I went out and ate with two Cosette I had in the car. I drank a beer at a nearby bar. In the morning I introduce myself for breakfast and this asks me why I had not waited for dinner. Let's forget his phony apologies.
He sends me in the corner to a shabby little table with two things to hospice. Piece of cake cut who knows when, three slices of bread hard and certainly old. Rusks ditto, jam with rancid flavour. Incidentally, there was a table with dishes with cheese and ham that perhaps served for the guest to retire, I do not, but my money is not equal to the money of others?
The room: nothing to say but thin walls so much to hear the nocturnal sises of others…
At the time of paying I got the feeling he didn't want to make the receipt. "I have the ATM" — > "then give me a document. "
I went out and I redid breakfast at the nearby Bar.
This is my experience.
He sends me in the corner to a shabby little table with two things to hospice. Piece of cake cut who knows when, three slices of bread hard and certainly old. Rusks ditto, jam with rancid flavour. Incidentally, there was a table with dishes with cheese and ham that perhaps served for the guest to retire, I do not, but my money is not equal to the money of others?
The room: nothing to say but thin walls so much to hear the nocturnal sises of others…
At the time of paying I got the feeling he didn't want to make the receipt. "I have the ATM" — > "then give me a document. "
I went out and I redid breakfast at the nearby Bar.
This is my experience.