Hotel Residence Memmina

“Clean hotel, comfortable family room”

We are a family of 5 and needed a place to stay for one night only, driving across Italy from South to North. Our stop in Frosinone was convenient and comfortable, great wi-fi and clean rooms. Would recommend this hotel for business also.

“Correct mais sans plus”

Rien à redire sur la propreté des lieux. Chambre toute simple, suffisante pour une nuit. Restauration basique (type cantine) et petit déjeuner spartiate, vraiment moyen. Un bon point tout de même pour l'accueil très gentil. Beau hall et salle pour séminaires. Parking derrière l'hôtel c'est pratique… Plus

Rien à redire sur la propreté des lieux. Chambre toute simple, suffisante pour une nuit. Restauration basique (type cantine) et petit déjeuner spartiate, vraiment moyen. Un bon point tout de même pour l'accueil très gentil. Beau hall et salle pour séminaires. Parking derrière l'hôtel c'est pratique. Bon pour une nuit de passage c'est tout.

Moins

“Clean, but”

I didn't realise this was a hotel at first and had asked the proprietress in my best (poor) Italian whether she might recommend a reasonable mid-range hotel. 'You can stay here,' she replied, '50 Euros, take it or leave it.' As it was getting late and I had ridden over 100km on my loaded bicycle I … Plus

I didn't realise this was a hotel at first and had asked the proprietress in my best (poor) Italian whether she might recommend a reasonable mid-range hotel. 'You can stay here,' she replied, '50 Euros, take it or leave it.' As it was getting late and I had ridden over 100km on my loaded bicycle I decided to take it, after she assured me the rooms tranquillo (quiet). The upstairs, out the back room was nice and clean and fairly modern, however it directly overlooked the daughter and her equestrian husband's dog compound, containing three large, madly barking dogs baking in the late afternoon sun (2 Dobermans and an Alsatian from memory, amusing themselves in taking turns attacking each other's privates). When they weren't barking at my every move perceived through the net curtain they were being wound up by a small black dog in the same yard but outside the cage, which I think was also a member of the establishment. After my shower and much barking, I went downstairs to bring this to the attention of the owner, explaining there was a small black dog (piccolo nero carne) winding up the three in captivity. Signora gruffly nodded at me, tuned heel and proceeded out of the building, not realising I was following her. (I wanted to see here wrangle the mad mutts you see.) Only she went into the saddlery next door run by the daughter, where she started to imitate my complaint to her. He (il gringo) says 'piccolo nero carne bow, wow, wow' etc. 'Oh yes,' I piped up from behind, surprising her and her daughter, 'bow, wow, wow! Multo non-tranquillo!' Anyway, the daughter separated the dogs and they sort of quietened down a bit and for most of the night, but were at it again first thing next morning shortly after sun up. Dinner was quite good for 10 Euros, home made lasagna and a grilled veal chop washed down by the house red. Breakfast in the morning was served I think by the daughter's caballero husband, as broad as he was tall, shirt two sizes to small, hair brilliantined into place. 'Where is the brekker room?' I inquired in my most macho voice. 'What you want, you want cafe? And here you can have one pastry,' Dobbin nodded towards the counter. So anyway, it was one of those lousy Italian breakfasts. All in all, the room was perfectly adequate, however the owner and her family were as inhospitable as they were unfriendly.

Moins