thewinchester
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Well, I decided to give Marriott Circular Quay a go as I've never stayed in one of their properties before. Decision was also aided by proximity to Circular Quay as I was set to join a 10:30 cruise to Fort Denison and wouldn't have to go far.
I've stayed in a few properties in my time across the chains, and in all my years I have never been so turned off of one by this visit.
Its to the point where I dumped the express checkout form & room key with Conceirge as I couldn't be bothered hanging around, let alone waiting for the prehistorically slow Front Desk staff.
Firstly, their standard check out time is 11am. So can you explain why you'd expire all room keys at 10am? And I do mean all room keys, as I observed no less than three fellow guests on my floor get caught by this.
And waiting for the service line to send someone up took long enough, to the point where a Housekeeping supervisor who just happened to be on out floor (and knew that this issue was SOP for the property) verified my details & ID and let me into the room to get my belongings.
Of course I was already in a rush, after being stuck 10min trying to get to my floor. In a property with five lift shafts, you would hope that anything less than 2min would be the longest you'd wait for a lift. Try five, followed by another 5 to get to my floor as the lift was packed to the rafters with fellow guests.
Stepping backwards through the visit, we get to breakfast. Scrambled eggs are standard hotel breakfast faire - and should be very hard to get wrong. Tasteless, congeiled rubber is the best description I can offer. They also looked as if they'd been sitting there since the start of the service, and not cooked in smaller quantities more often.
I was excited when seeing the french toast, but again looks were deceptive. They were inconsistent, and some were so hard and dry that not only did you need a chainsaw to eat them, but once acquired you could have created a usable boomarang or chinese styled throwing star.
And the bathroom, eek. I'd been told on check-in that my room had been upgraded. If this was an upgraded room, I dare not think what the bathrooms on lower floors looked like. It was pokey, no room to move whatsoever without closing the door, and the ventelation was so poor that all the glass surfaces in the entire suite, including windows, steamed up.
Worst of all, housekeeping and maintenance standards were sub par. Fittings and fixtures were showing their age, bent, scratched, and poorly cleaned. Mould and soap scum was readily noticable across the bathroom tiles.
And seriously, how many pillows does a bed need. There were seven of them, and I'd also requested foam pillows on arrival so that made nine. I could have build up some form of duck and foam fortress that would have given a 5yr old with a nerf gun or sword a serious challenge.
I could go on about the whole sorry story, but I'm on the mobile enjoying a lovely view of Circular Quay having bolted from the place.
There is at least one good thing to come from this - as I had signed up with their program on a whim & with a referral. So at least a FT'er out there is set to score a bonus 1k in points from this sorry affair.
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I've stayed in a few properties in my time across the chains, and in all my years I have never been so turned off of one by this visit.
Its to the point where I dumped the express checkout form & room key with Conceirge as I couldn't be bothered hanging around, let alone waiting for the prehistorically slow Front Desk staff.
Firstly, their standard check out time is 11am. So can you explain why you'd expire all room keys at 10am? And I do mean all room keys, as I observed no less than three fellow guests on my floor get caught by this.
And waiting for the service line to send someone up took long enough, to the point where a Housekeeping supervisor who just happened to be on out floor (and knew that this issue was SOP for the property) verified my details & ID and let me into the room to get my belongings.
Of course I was already in a rush, after being stuck 10min trying to get to my floor. In a property with five lift shafts, you would hope that anything less than 2min would be the longest you'd wait for a lift. Try five, followed by another 5 to get to my floor as the lift was packed to the rafters with fellow guests.
Stepping backwards through the visit, we get to breakfast. Scrambled eggs are standard hotel breakfast faire - and should be very hard to get wrong. Tasteless, congeiled rubber is the best description I can offer. They also looked as if they'd been sitting there since the start of the service, and not cooked in smaller quantities more often.
I was excited when seeing the french toast, but again looks were deceptive. They were inconsistent, and some were so hard and dry that not only did you need a chainsaw to eat them, but once acquired you could have created a usable boomarang or chinese styled throwing star.
And the bathroom, eek. I'd been told on check-in that my room had been upgraded. If this was an upgraded room, I dare not think what the bathrooms on lower floors looked like. It was pokey, no room to move whatsoever without closing the door, and the ventelation was so poor that all the glass surfaces in the entire suite, including windows, steamed up.
Worst of all, housekeeping and maintenance standards were sub par. Fittings and fixtures were showing their age, bent, scratched, and poorly cleaned. Mould and soap scum was readily noticable across the bathroom tiles.
And seriously, how many pillows does a bed need. There were seven of them, and I'd also requested foam pillows on arrival so that made nine. I could have build up some form of duck and foam fortress that would have given a 5yr old with a nerf gun or sword a serious challenge.
I could go on about the whole sorry story, but I'm on the mobile enjoying a lovely view of Circular Quay having bolted from the place.
There is at least one good thing to come from this - as I had signed up with their program on a whim & with a referral. So at least a FT'er out there is set to score a bonus 1k in points from this sorry affair.
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