AFTER reading numerous complaints about this notorious hotel, a reporter decided to check in and find out the truth. Now she wishes she hadn’t.
EVEN my taxi driver can’t believe where I’m spending the night.
“You want to stay here?” he coughs. But yes, I’m staying at “The UK’s worst hotel’, the awkwardly named Birmingham Best Inn.
The hotel in Sandwell, just outside Birmingham, got its less than flattering title from scathing reviews on TripAdvisor with guests complaining of mouldy rooms, stained carpets and dirty bed linen.
In my room — 427 — I’m met with a waft of stale smoke. There’s a single bed, a double bed, stained yellow armchair and (the only highlight) a view of McDonald’s.