Garda House

Great location. And that’s where it ends. We checked ourselves in to find a very dirty apartment- sticky and dirty floors, a sofa bed and extra blanket that smelled of urine, non-working appliances and threadbare towels. The property manager is only on duty until 6 pm, so we didn’t receive assistance until the next day at 9 am. The apartment was deep cleaned the next day. It should have never been rented in that condition. And no offer to compensate us.

Ah, the sweet sting of dashed hopes. This place, a beacon of mediocrity nestled oh-so-conveniently in the heart of town, promised much but delivered the bare minimum (and by minimum, we mean grime). The towels, bless their threadbare souls, wouldn't dry a cat's paw. Dust bunnies frolicked freely, and the décor screamed "thrift store chic" (emphasis on cheap). A symphony of dysfunction awaited in the bathroom: the washing machine, a monument to futility, the sink spewing only cold indifference. A shower with the auditory charm of a jet engine and a lingering scent of sewage added to the ambiance. The cupboards, a treasure trove of forgotten detritus, held tea and coffee so stale they might be considered historical artifacts. All in all, a stellar choice for those seeking a taste of neglect and a complete disregard for the concept of hospitality.

The house was very clean and cozy. It had everything we needed.