Arrived late at night after a long tiring day and not the best of journeys on a crowded train from London. Wasn’t best pleased to be standing in front of a deserted reception desk waiting to be checked in when all I wanted to do was drag myself up to my room, have a cup of tea and crash out (I’d already phoned ahead to notify them I’d be a late arrival). I pondered if the deck of the Mary Celeste (when first discovered adrift on a calm sea) was as serenely tranquil as this. Time passed and I considered the possibility of checking myself in (if I could just figure out how to work the computer and perhaps, while I was at it, arrange a complimentary upgrade?). Eventually a surprised looking receptionist showed their face and asked “Are you checking in?” – I felt like saying “Of course I am – why the hell else would I be standing here?” – instead I just meekly confirmed that I was indeed “checking in”.
Up in the 11th floor room, everything was comfortable enough – warm, spacious and clean with a reasonable amount of working space. Couldn’t get the TV to change channels though – re-arranging the two batteries in the remote control produced a spasm of improvement. I considered the possibility of extracting whatever battery life remained by warming them under my armpits or possibly even my testicles – instead I phoned down to reception to complain “The TV remote control doesn’t seem to be working” – the confused sounding receptionist responded by asking “Your TV remote control is working???” - I felt like saying “Why would I be standing here at midnight in my underpants phoning to say that the TV remote control is working?” - instead I just meekly replied “I think the batteries have expired”. Five minutes later, knock at door – suitably re-trousered I take delivery of two gleaming new batteries.
To the Marriot’s credit the bed was very comfortable (I’d have shipped it back home if I could) and I slept really well – I discovered quite quickly how to work the powerful shower (not always obvious) – also the breakfast tray that was delivered to the room arrived bang on time and was very good indeed.
Despite the glitches on arrival this is a comfortable hotel for an overnight stay, particularly for business users and very well located. I’d stay here again the next time I’m in Bristol. I suggest though that a large clanging bell or possibly even a gong or megaphone be placed in reception for guests to announce their arrival – oh, and bring a couple of AAA batteries with you.
- Marriott Bristol
- Bristol Marriott
