Hotel Boutique Monaco Reviews

The first time I was in Bucharest was in 2005, in an apartment on Bl. Balcescu and told me not to go into the internal area of ​​the neighborhood (where the Hotel Monaco is located) as it could be dangerous. In fact, at that time, in this neighborhood there were many homeless people, many children living on the streets and many ugly faces. I never would have thought that 20 years later the neighborhood would have completely changed. A clean, very quiet area, away from noise and traffic although no more than 10 minutes walk from Piata Universitatii. The Hotel Monaco is therefore in a quiet area, a villa used as a hotel, very intimate and very discreet. A small reception and a small but well furnished breakfast room. The omelette prepared by the waitress was excellent, freeze-dried coffee made with a machine from a Milanese company as is usual in Romania. The room was beautiful, always clean like the common areas. Very kind and helpful staff. After 9pm there is no longer anyone at the reception (you can open the front door and the main door at any time with the magnetic card that opens the room) and in any case there are no problems or additional fees for inviting guests into the room at any time. What I had been told over the phone before making the reservation was confirmed to me. The only details are the bathroom, clean and well furnished but a little small, the toilet is attached to the wall and when you sit you always have to stand at an angle. The TV works great but only has 30 channels and none Italian or English. Apart from a few Hungarian channels, the only foreign channel you see is TV5 Monde. Given the many Italians in Bucharest, at least one Rai1 would not have gone out of tune. Another "discord", after I left to go to the airport (the transfer was very convenient, organized by the Hotel for only 20 euros both for the outward and return journey), the receptionist called me, a very kind gentleman, and tells me I didn't pay for a redbull and two cans of coke from the mini-bar. As is usual in all hotels, the evening before leaving I asked my colleague if I had anything left to pay, his colleague presented me with a bill which I then duly paid. The receptionist tells me that there had been a misunderstanding between him and his colleague and that his colleague had not put 1 can of Red Bull and two cans of Coca Cola on that bill. The receptionist, who at least agreed with me that I hadn't done anything wrong, given that I was the one who asked his colleague if there was anything left to pay, told me that if I thought so I could leave it to the The driver who was taking me to the airport was the equivalent of a can of Red Bull and two cans of Cola Cola. I said I didn't think I should pay anything. In fact, I recommended to the receptionist that if only he tried to deduct the equivalent of the three cans from my credit card (with the exchange