Location, location, location... but at what cost?
Staying at the Boutique 003 next to the main station was a lesson in bittersweet convenience. Sure, you can't beat the train connection, but strap in for a bumpy ride into your room.
Stairway to (unsatisfying) heaven: Forget elevators, my calves got a serious workout lugging luggage up four flights of creaky stairs. And the reward at the top? A door that looked like it hadn't been painted since the Berlin Wall fell.
The "bathroom" was more like a Tetris puzzle of fixtures crammed into a shoebox.
The only saving grace was the proximity to the station.
Who should stay here? Desperate souls caught in a travel snafu, backpackers with masochistic tendencies, or maybe ghosts who appreciate a vintage vibe (and don't need mirrors or hot water).
Recommendation: Pack some hand sanitizer, earplugs, and an Olympic-level stair-climbing champion as your travel companion. Otherwise, keep scrolling for hotels that don't require spelunking skills to reach your room.
Rating: 2 out of 5 train stars (and even that feels generous)