«You get what you pay for.» I guess in the 1920’s it was called a hotel. I could imagine bum/writers from those times finding their inspiration in such places: a small restaurant with spare rooms on the 1st floor, each room designed with discarded furniture from the other grand hotels around; tiny doors, straight doorways, Amsterdam-steep stairs; the smell of cigarette smoke coming up from the room(s) next door. In the morning, the restaurant is buzzing with activity of the restaurant preparing itself for the day to come. The owner is a smiling kind man. All in all it’s not a bad place, they just shouldn’t call it a ‘hotel’. Free wifi(provided by the Hotel Lundia).