5/5 Richard M. 4 months ago on Google
Hotel
Vientiuno,
where
the
warmth
of
the
staff
could
defrost
the
iciest
of
souls,
and
the
Italian
girl's
niceness
levels
skyrocketed
past
the
usual
continental
charm.
Breakfast,
my
friends,
was
not
just
a
meal;
it
was
an
epicurean
awakening,
a
culinary
journey
that
made
me
question
my
life
choices—especially
the
ones
that
didn't
involve
daily
visits
to
Hotel
Vientiuno.
Now,
about
the
room
–
it
was
a
cozy
haven,
but,
alas,
no
mini-fridge.
Apparently,
they
believe
in
keeping
your
snacks
at
room
temperature,
embracing
a
avant-garde
approach
to
chilling.
Who
needs
a
cool
beverage
when
you
can
enjoy
the
thrilling
suspense
of
room-temperature
refreshments?
I
suppose
the
lack
of
a
mini-fridge
is
their
way
of
encouraging
guests
to
embark
on
a
culinary
adventure
beyond
the
confines
of
their
room.
"Explore
the
local
flavors!"
they
whisper,
as
you
contemplate
the
practicality
of
storing
a
pint
of
gelato
at
room
temperature.
In
the
grand
scheme
of
the
Hotel
Vientiuno
experience,
the
absence
of
a
mini-fridge
is
a
mere
blip
on
the
radar
–
a
quirky
oversight
in
an
otherwise
flawless
symphony.
So,
pack
your
sense
of
humor
along
with
your
toothbrush,
and
revel
in
the
irony
of
refrigeration
rebellion
at
this
charming
4-star
abode.
After
all,
who
needs
a
chilled
drink
when
you
can
have
a
room
temperature
one
with
a
side
of
Italian
kindness?
Saluti!