We reserved a table tennis table, but there was no one at the front desk (just The Beatles playing in the background—I don’t even think it’s worth asking if they’re playing it legally). After waiting 10 minutes, we called and were told to find the room ourselves. Then we had to look for the paddles and balls on our own. The place itself looks like the Soviet Union in the 1980s—a crooked floor, almost no light, and we couldn’t figure out where to turn it on (greetings to the absent reception staff). On top of that, it was terribly stuffy. The ping-pong table was dirty, and the entire room was covered in dust and grime. I’m giving it one star, but only for the Beatles playing on the stereo—illegally, of course.

I highly recommend it. Friendly people playing tennis.