Antonis G Apartments

BAD EXPERIANCE FROM MY FAMILY AND OTHER FAMILYS whom have stayed here. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED - NO JOKE!! do not let the website pictures the owners fool you cos the bar and swimming area including bedrooms do not look like this at all!!.......READ ON......

Money money money is all they care about, customer service comes second to them! Not helpful at all when requested! WIFI is the $[-]!TT!£$T to the highest standard, the main lady at reception says she's been working there for three months and when asking staff who is the boss/owner they point at the lady who tells me she's been working there for three months! So who is lying and would they want to lie!

One morning I killed five chunky cockroaches in my room and by night when i wanted to have a shower the water was freezing cold and wanted to mix a little hot water for body temp and ended up having a freezing cold shower! Again no help regarding this, not even any apologies, give me a very good reason why I should stay at this place again? Also bed and breakfast !! This was something else, they have a buffet for breakfast which was cold and almost nothing there to eat if you get up in the morning late, into my second week of 'staying in this $[-]!T [-]0/_£"' another family said you can order a Full English Breakfast from the Menu as its part of your bed and breakfast but the 'owner' dont tell you this cos it works out more money for them to cook proper breakfast rather than scraps on the buffet, so thats more of my money wasted! Why didnt the owner mentioned this?

You have been warned, there is another Hotel better equipped for all called Mirandy Hotel near by!! Look there first as the ratings are high!

Also forgot to mention that the bedding on arrival had a faeces stain and not cleaned, toilet had not been flushed and had stagnant Faeces and no toilet paper!, i went back downstairs to tell the nights man who were attended the reception late night/morning as we arrived late and saw him running to his vehicle as he must just have finished his shift, strange enough seemed like he may had something to do with the dirty sheets ! as for the rest of the two weeks we did not see him again! That here was strange, couldn't work that out!

Me and my family have encountered disgusting hotel practice if this is what you call it. Luckily I work as a critique in media for a well known newspaper/Internet media company in London, i shall follow this up for publicity, as no one wanted to know about these disgusting issues me and my family encountered.

I stayed at Antonis G Hotel, and while I could spend paragraphs balancing positives and negatives, let me save you the suspense: overall, it’s rubbish.

The location is fine in the sense that it exists, but it feels like the hotel is more convenient for itself than for any human being who might actually want to sleep there. Check-in was efficient, yes, but in that oddly bureaucratic way where you walk away wondering if you’ve just agreed to donate a kidney.

My room was technically a room—bed, chair, curtains—but the heat inside was biblical. The air conditioning produced little more than a faint wheeze, like a tired man recounting his regrets. It was so hot that we joked we could have saved money and just booked a weekend trip to the sun at night. At least there, you expect the heat; here, it just felt unnecessary, like being roasted for no reason.

Breakfast was a study in disappointment. The eggs were edible but accusatory, the bread flirted with staleness, and the coffee was less a drink and more a dare. Nothing poisoned me, but nothing nourished me either. It was a meal that existed simply to remind me that meals exist.

The pool was advertised as refreshing, but it had the opposite effect. It was as if tepid water had decided to impersonate refreshment but hadn’t studied for the role. Sitting beside it felt like participating in a parody of leisure.

Now, as for staff—most were fine, but there was one woman, supposedly workin’ there for three months. Blimey, wot a bleedin’ jobsworth! Couldn’t lift a finger ‘less it was in the rulebook, an’ even then she looked like she’d swallowed a wasp. Asked ‘er for a bit o’ help an’ she gave me more grief than a ticket inspector at rush hour. Proper mare, that one.

To be fair, the rest of the staff were pleasant enough, but pleasantness is hardly a substitute for competence or comfort. By the end of my stay, I wasn’t sure if I’d been a guest, an observer, or just someone trapped in a poorly ventilated metaphor.

Also, did you know the man with the funny stache is Austrian? Cool, right?

Final verdict: rubbish. Not catastrophic, not apocalyptic, but rubbish in that disappointing, quietly exhausting way that lingers with you long after you’ve left.

⭐☆☆☆☆ (one star, for the simple fact that the building didn’t collapse while I was inside it).