When Tony, the owner, was around, the ambient temperature seemed to rise about 10 degrees. He was cheerfully open with advice about things to see and places to eat. But when he wasn't there, the place took on the impersonal air of a small hotel, which may be how the building started out back in 1927. Our room had plenty of light but was a bit crowded with furniture. Having a choice of breakfast options -- listed on an actual menu -- was refreshing; but we were a bit taken aback by the note at the end cautioning us to order only what we would be able to eat. (We felt scolded by that and by the tone of the posting in the bathroom urgins us to avoid running the water while we brushed our teeth. We've felt more cooperative when we've encountered the same information as an "invitation" to help the innkeeper protect the environment.)
The front garden, abloom with at least a doxen varieties of tulips, made a lovely touch.
With bustops right at our door, getting into the city centre was a snap, and we were only a kilometer from the famous Salthill promenade. A tip for those who don't want to face dinner at a restaurant after a busy day of sightseeing: the luxury food shop Morgan's of Galway, just down the hill, sells meat, seafood and vegetarian pies, quiches, salads and yummy baked goods.