Little House in Rechavia

A little sister hotel to the one in Baq’a. It is an almost kind of place. The bathtub is there, but you must ask for the plug. The rooms are just. And the lobby, well, you could use the breakfast area. Blessed are the outdoors seats. So why does the general manager’ blond darling “unable” to “find” the key to open the door to it when lots of guests are clamoring for it to be opened? Breakfast is very nice. At five PM, there is, or isn’t, if the blond is around, coffee and cake. She loves the guests sooo much, she gives them inedible cookies mass produced for institutions. But Sammi, whom I first met when I asked him if it was possible to put a double sheet on our two tween beds. Sammi immediately told me that as soon as the clean laundry will come in, he would do that for me. Then I asked Sammi if by any chance the hotel had some little tubes of cream, since I forgot mine at home, and would use anything to moisten myself in this dry city. Sammi looked and couldn’t find. So he went to his car, took his own lotion and just gave it to me. I would really come back for Sammi, and for the lovely receptionist with some French accent who is also helpful and sweet, and clean of the blond’s out of place arrogance. And a word of advice: you have that big terrace on the third floor with great potential. Its ugliness spits in your faces.