Hotel Vienna

The bathroom is really not nice. The shower curtain is in the way of the toilet. The shower floods the bathroom, and the head of it is pointing to the wall. The walls are paper thin which means we're listening to loud men shouting and singing and playing music all night. One small towel per person. One thing pillow each. The shutters on the window are designed to have holes in so it doesn't block the light in the morning. I wish we would have spent more money and had a nicer stay somewhere and managed to get clean comfortably and have some sleep.

To be clear, I'm not reviewing the hotel/room yet; I'll save that for the end of my stay, and I don't think they are to be considered one and the same with the restaurant. A Chinese kitchen crew, could cope with Sweet and sour pork and rice I thought?
I got a plate of sticky rice (I hate that when there heat some up in a mould, rather than cook fresh fluffy stuff) and what looked like cubes of meat in a dark brown gravy (similar to dog food) the cubes were mathematically 1.5cm³ (the Sous Chef must have one of those chopping boards with measurements on it?) they were battered but not crispy.
The sauce: mainly soy and corn starch (you know when it starts to congele and form worm-liike strands...?) had never seen a bit of pepper, sweet corn, carrot, chilli, ginger, often pineapple for sweetness, and vinegar... I was the only one in the restaurant (apart from the staff who came, ate and went. I was not offered so much as a drink of water let alone the wine list! I sat at the table for 25 minutes waiting for a member of staff to come and speak to me, take my plate ask me if I wanted dessert... (I so wanted gelato to take the taste away), nothing. The lights had gone off in the kitchen even though there was still officially 10 minutes to closing time (9pm). Eventually, a little man almost unnoticed, placed a bill for €15 on my table. I felt like I'd been released as a hostage. I'll eat back in Venice tomorrow.

Look out for my separate hotel review.