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Solo Travel · July 20252/10
When booking this B&B I was swayed by the reviews and my past experience with B&B’s around the world. But boy, was I disappointed. B&B is in residential area in the old two storey townhouse, about 40 ...When booking this B&B I was swayed by the reviews and my past experience with B&B’s around the world. But boy, was I disappointed. B&B is in residential area in the old two storey townhouse, about 40 minutes walking distance to downtown Montreal. Tony, who runs the place also lives there and the place is mess. Walking into the living room, as you enter the B&B, was like walking into the storage room, so much stuff it was overwhelming. The next shock was when I got my room, it was in the basement, next to garage (or it was converted garage, who knows) and laundry room. Room had low ceiling, and was cramped with old furniture form times of Maria Thereza. About 20 hooks on the wall with the wire coat hangers made it feel like changeroom of 5th division football team. Four old lamps, one turning on and off by itself, which I had to unplug. Old air condition unit, that remembers Edison, placed in the small window opening, supporting on two timber offcuts, its electrical cord taped up. Aircon was producing light show, sparks occasionally lit up the room. I had to turn it off as I didn’t want to burn down in this dungeon. Room had own bathroom, sink area was so small that I had to back out, since if I turned I’d hit the paper towel dispenser, even thou right beneath it was a hand towel rack. In the morning I’d be woken up by the guests above, rattling with the chairs in the kitchen and walking up and down the timber floor. There was no natural light in the room whole day. The basement was not meant to be lived in!
I hoped my next day would be improved by delicious breakfast everybody was raving about in the reviews. The host, claiming to be a chef, served me a burnt out omelette, with slices of white sandwich toast and the fruit compote with drowned half of banana. Omelette had traces of vegetable, so miniscule I couldn’t tell what it was. This is a type of breakfast you can expect in the truck stop, served by the fat bloke in the middle of nowhere in Australia, not in downtown Montreal. If the host is “chef”, then I’m three Michelin stars culinary virtuoso. Next day he served two French toast slices made from the same white stuff, I haven’t eaten in 30 years, so the last day I just skipped breaky and went to Little Burgundy to eat, 20 min form B&B. He was upset, but I couldn’t give a damn anymore.
Maybe the upstairs rooms were different, or maybe the guest were homeless, who finally had a bed and food after years of sleeping and eating rough, but I just couldn’t understand such a high reviews. I’ve been in more than thousands of motels, hotels and B&B’s around the world, however this was the 2nd worst accommodation and the hands down the worst B&B. I felt ripped off for paying $730 for three nights at this “establishment”. For that money, you get beautiful hotel room with harbour views in Sydney. This is the place you go to only twice, the FIRST and LAST time!Show More
