The Z Hotel Liverpool - Photo Gallery

Appropriately for a footballing city, this was the classic example of a “game of two halves”... well maybe not, possibly more One Quarter / Three Quarters but that doesn't really have a stronghold in the vernacular and possibly won't catch on as a saying.... Anyway, the hotel is located in an excellent place in Liverpool. You can be at the Cavern Quarter within seconds of walking out of the front door. It is conveniently located for the sea terminal, for James Street railway station, for the city centre; you would struggle to find a much better location. The staff were friendly, helpful and polite. There were however downsides. We paid a considerable amount for the room. It was a fair amount more than we would have paid if we had just turned up in Liverpool and booked online there and then, we realized that because when we walked in to and saw our room, we had to double check what it was we had paid for because the room we had wasn’t worth it. Firstly, not a wardrobe or a cupboard in there, one very small chest of drawers, other than that nothing. What there was for hanging and storing clothes was effectively the top half of a hat stand bolted to the wall. Secondly the bed. Now to give credit where it is due, the bed was very comfortable but in order to maximize the space in the room, it was jammed up against the wall below the window so the bed was only accessible from one side or from the foot of the bed. Unfortunately, we lost a mobile phone between the bed and the wall and had to pull the bed out a bit to retrieve it. To say what we found was unpleasant was an understatement. We found a layer of dust on the floor so thick that you could leave a footprint in it, a false fingernail, a load of electrical flex, residue of some kind of substance down the side of the bed that we didn’t want to investigate too closely and any amount of spiders etc. Also, for the person against the wall, getting up in the night to use the “bathroom” without waking up your partner was not the easiest thing in the world and this then leads us on to said “bathroom”. Have you ever had that nightmare where you are sat on a loo in a public place? Sure it can’t just be me… Well, the “bathroom” was not a “room”. It was effectively a shower cubicle with a WC in it within the hotel room. Admittedly, the glass was at least frosted to a height of about 5 ½ feet above the floor but that means that if you were any taller than about 5ft 8 and happened to walk past the cubicle while your partner was using the WC, their privacy and dignity would immediately be lost. Now, perhaps being middle aged we aren’t as progressive or as “right-on” as younger people and maybe there are people for whom this isn’t even a thing but for us, using the conveniences is a private thing, we are not “open door” bathroom users. We are by no means prudish but there are certain things that we feel should remain private to the individual and we neither wish to see or be seen by our partners when under