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So
I
set
foot
in
the
exquisite
locale
of
the
13th-century
Château
Bethlehem,
this
place
definitely
adds
a
touch
of
prestige
to
the
less
charming
Maastricht
suburb
of
Limmel,
which
could
use
a
little
boost.
Laid-back,
yet
run
by
students
of
hospitality,
it
promised
an
exciting
cocktail
of
ancient
majesty
and
youthful
energy.
Upon
arrival,
I
was
instantly
impressed
by
the
building
and
the
relaxed
ambiance.
The
park
next
to
it
added
to
the
scenic
surroundings,
making
it
a
delightful
place
to
unwind.
Stepping
into
the
courtyard
only
enhanced
the
experience.
As
I
sauntered
into
the
courtyard,
I
felt
as
though
I
was
in
the
middle
of
a
historical
romance
novel...
until
I
was
abruptly
summoned
back
to
the
21st
century
by
the
requirement
to
order
my
own
drink
at
the
bar.
Oh,
the
horror!
As
a
globe-trotting
drink
connoisseur,
I've
grown
accustomed
to
being
pampered
and
served.
The
whole
purpose
of
a
hotel
school
is
to
teach
hospitality
and
service,
so
I
expected
a
bit
more
in
terms
of
service
standards.
I've
been
to
hotels
all
around
the
world,
and
while
I
wasn't
anticipating
Asian
or
South
American
levels
of
excellence,
I
hoped
for
more
than
just
a
bar
counter
experience.
Entering
the
bar,
I
noticed
a
group
of
ladies
acting
as
though
the
bar
was
closed
and
there
were
no
other
customers.
However,
a
friendly
young
gentleman
approached
me
right
away
and
asked
what
I
would
like
to
drink.
Not
knowing
what
to
expect,
I
braced
myself
for
the
dreaded
QR
code
ordering
process,
which
tends
to
dampen
my
relaxation
vibes.
But
to
my
pleasant
surprise,
he
handed
me
an
actual
menu!
I
ordered
a
beer
and
a
mojito,
gave
him
a
twenty,
and
told
him
he
could
make
the
total
15
instead
of
12
or
13
euros.
He
smiled,
and
I
asked
if
I
could
enjoy
my
drinks
in
the
open
courtyard
since
it
was
a
hot
evening.
They
closed
at
23:00,
with
the
last
call
at
22:30.
The
friendly
young
man
brought
me
my
beer
and
then
apologized,
saying
they
only
accepted
cards,
not
cash.
I
chuckled,
took
a
sip
of
my
beer,
and
said,
"I
apologize,
no
can
do."
He
looked
a
bit
shocked
but
maintained
his
professionalism
and
said,
"Oh,
okay,
let
me
get
change."
I
suppose
we
both
learned
something
that
day.
After
a
few
minutes
of
him
scrambling
to
find
change,
he
handed
me
back
5
euros
in
coins.
I
told
him
he
could
keep
two,
and
he
smiled
before
going
about
his
business.
I
wished
him
a
pleasant
evening,
feeling
content
with
the
outcome.
But
alas,
peace
is
often
fleeting.
As
I
was
enjoying
my
drinks
under
the
stars,
a
rogue
student
seemingly
fresh
off
her
shift
shattered
the
tranquility
with
a
hearty
shout
to
her
friend
across
the
courtyard.
I
cringed
inwardly
as
the
echoes
of
her
holler
bounced
off
the
ancient
stones.
I
shrugged
it
off
as
youthful
enthusiasm
until
another
gentleman
decided
to
amplify
the
decibels
with
a
resounding
belch
leaving
his
shift,
quite
the
memorable
exit.
Ah,
student
life!
The
evening
had
its
ups
and
downs,
and
it
was
quite
a
unique
blend
of
regal
surroundings
and
student
shenanigans.
I
might
brave
the
restaurant
next
time
with
a
dash
of
apprehension,
but
I
doubt
I'll
be
booking
a
room
any
time
soon.
If
you
decide
to
give
it
a
go,
expect
the
unexpected,
but
most
importantly
-
bring
a
card,
not
cash!
Disclaimer:
Please
note
that
this
review
is
based
on
my
personal
experience,
and
individual
experiences
may
vary.
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