Hampshire Hotel - 's Gravenhof Zutphen

Sehr gute Lage im Zentrum, leckeres Frühstück und freundlicher Service

Aus der Dusche kam nur sehr wenig Wasser und der Ablauf hat nicht funktioniert. Das Wasser ist lange in der Dusche stehen geblieben.

sehr schönes Hotel, gutes reichhaltiges Frühstück

Sauberkeit leider nicht gegeben, wir als Allergiker hatten mit dem Hausstaub zu kämpfen.

• a masterclass in luxury segregation — know your place in this glamorous mansion: servants’ quarters only • housekeeping apparently runs a spider-friendly co-living program where arachnids stay rent-free • less “boutique luxury hotel,” more “Victorian orphanage meets abandoned manor” • perfect destination for anyone seeking dust, dread, and immersive attic-horror aesthetics • management’s approach to customer care is best summarized as “thank you for your feedback, now please pay in full” • if cobwebs counted as interior design, this room would deserve five stars

There is the main part of the hotel — clean, shiny, dripping with gold and chandeliers… and then there is the section reserved for peasants. Back doors, narrow corridors with cheap carpeting, and oil-painted walls straight out of a ’90s Eastern European playbook. My room? An attic barely large enough for a Victorian maid beginning her first day of service in the grand estate. Arriving tired after a long trip, I wasn’t asking for luxury — just a clean room and a comfortable bed for the night. What I didn’t expect was a high, sloping ceiling covered in a cobweb empire so extensive it could probably qualify for its own postal code. One glance upward and I was done. I would genuinely rather sleep on the street than step into the spiders’ territory. A quick call to reception revealed the hotel was fully booked, so changing rooms was impossible. Still, they promised to “handle the situation.” I expected something resembling a special-forces operation; instead, I got one exhausted staff member armed with a broom too short, a ladder too unstable, and courage that clearly hadn’t survived probation. Watching him sweat and tremble beneath that ceiling completely erased my remaining hope for a peaceful night. In exchange, I developed a stuffed nose — apparently the spiders’ penthouse suite hadn’t been dusted in quite some time. Predictably, the spiders won. I fled. I checked out faster than you can say “arachnophobia,” only to discover the hotel’s refund policy essentially translates to: “No takesies backsies.” After a long debate, I was graciously permitted to pay only for the first night, while the remaining two nights were refunded. Apparently, however, this unsolicited immersive wildlife experience was considered non-refundable. By that point I was exhausted, my heart still pounding from stress, and my eyes swollen from dust allergy. I had no energy left to argue — I simply wanted to leave.

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Personeel tijdens het ontbijt waren niet erg vriendelijk.

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