Prince Hotel
Staying at Prince Hotel felt more like being in a temporary housing unit than a real hotel. The location is convenient—close to the subway—but everything else falls apart quickly. Wi-Fi is practically unusable, and phone signal is so weak you can’t even make calls. The worst part? Neighbors constantly hang out outside their doors, laughing and chatting loudly until 3 a.m., making it impossible to sleep. The kitchen closes at 10 p.m. every night, which means if you’re up late or need to grab food before work, you’re out of luck. It doesn’t open until 7 a.m., so breakfast is nearly impossible for early risers. Even the so-called 'free breakfast' is only available on a first-come, first-served basis—by the time you get there, it’s gone. The management is extremely problematic. Sara, the manager, is rude, dismissive, and refuses to listen. She interrupts constantly and acts like she’s always right—her behavior made me question her judgment. There are cameras everywhere, even outside the building and down the street. It felt like I was under constant surveillance, as if I were starring in some reality show. The bathroom has visible mold, and the smell in some rooms resembles urine. The water is harsh on skin—especially sensitive or acne-prone skin—it dries out hands and body. The fridge is overcrowded, with no room for your own food, and the stench is overwhelming. Items left unattended in your room are taken by cleaning staff without warning—this feels like theft. You’re forced to eat in the tiny outdoor dining area, even in freezing weather, and eating in your room results in Sara showing up early in the morning, banging on your door. If you don’t answer, she uses a spare key to enter, shouting at you while you’re still asleep. No privacy at all. Overall, this place isn’t a hotel—it’s a transitional housing facility for people waiting for council housing. The duvet cover is too small, and the bedding is clearly not meant for comfort. I wouldn’t recommend this place to anyone. Avoid it at all costs.
