Hotel Aquarius GmbH

Having been at this hotel on my way to Gdansk I specially I arranged to come on my return to Uk. We do this return trip from London to Gdansk once or twice a year. Usually we just pull off the motorway and find a hotel that has a Resturant and allows dogs. Not a problem in Germany However this trip we booked this hotel to save bother and because I would be driving home on my own with the dog. Today for me after 11 or so hours on the road, good German food and a beer is a reward for the days driving. So what a sadness for me to be told on arrival at 7 pm after leaning Poland at 8:30am in the morning that the hotel I was so looks forward to getting to only had an Italian buffet for evening meal. Not what I want in Germany. Now I go to Italy often and am a good cook and the food on offer was not anything like Italian. The lasagne had no béchamel sauce and the bolognaise ( if that’s what it was) had a very wet watery sauce. The grated cheese was from I don’t know where! Desert- ice cream or nothing. I don’t like ice cream. Incidentally, I have not asked the cost of this food. My mistake. Let’s see in the morning! Last time we came my wife and I had a good meal and a good evening and that’s why I came back. Not again I’m afraid. Someone should/could have told me when I booked ,only a week ago , that there might be a problem with their refurbishment of the kitchens and not allow guests to turn up and be offered such a poor fare. No one was particularly apologetic and just shrugged their shoulders. I’m exhausted and will go off to bed soon - not content and relaxed. What a shame.

Ein ruhig gelegenes Hotel, trotzdem unweit der Braunschweiger City. Gute Autobahnanbindung. Sieht von außen auf den ersten Blick nicht besonders aus, aber im Hotel macht es den ersten Eindruck wieder wett. Sehr sauber, ausreichend große Zimmer, W-Lan gratis und trotz Corona, ein gutes Frühstücksangebot. Das Personal ist locker und freundlich. Zu bemängeln ist einzig der Parkplatz. Nicht komplett asphaltiert und bei Regenwetter steigt man schon mal in einer Pfütze aus.