Paddington House Hotel

Listen to the reviews!!! Awful stay, no lock on bedroom door, felt like i was staying in a drug house. Floor was dirty, shower still had the last guests belongings. DO NOT STAY!! Would vote 0/5 if i could, only one towel given between two and looked like hadn’t been cleaned in years.

ALL THE REVIEWS WERE RIGHT. I genuinely don’t understand how this place is still operating. The moment you step into the hotel, you’re hit with the overwhelming stench of decay—and it only intensifies as you walk through the corridors. By the time you reach your room, it’s nearly unbearable. To be fair, the man at reception was friendly and tried to be helpful. I asked for an iron and ironing board, but apparently the hotel only has one for all guests, and someone else was using it. He did manage to get it to me later that evening, which I appreciated. Unfortunately, that’s where the positives end. The pillows were laughably thin—more like sheets of paper—and the mattress had clearly seen far better days. The carpet in the room was filthy; I didn’t even want to take my shoes off. There were suspicious white, crusty stains on the floor, especially near the mirror, and I honestly don’t want to imagine what had gone on in there before my stay. While the bed sheets looked clean, there were no pillow or mattress protectors. Just thinking about what might’ve been lurking beneath that thin, crispy sheet made my skin crawl. As soon as I stepped into the room, regret hit hard. I actually asked myself, “Why did I book this place?” To make things worse, it was 25°C outside—but the hotel had the heating blasting with no way to turn it down. The tiny window barely opened, so not only was I dealing with the awful smell, but the heat made the room feel suffocating. Had I not arrived so late, I would’ve left on the spot. Later that night, I went downstairs to grab a Deliveroo and passed a group of sketchy-looking people. One room had the door wide open; people were sitting on the bed drinking, staring at me as I walked by—it felt like they were high or on something. The walls were paper-thin. I could hear people talking all night. I didn’t feel safe—so much so that I used a chair to barricade my door. At one point, I dropped my phone between the bed and the wall. When I reached down to retrieve it, I was horrified by what I found: years of grime, old food, and who knows what else. To top it off, the TV didn’t have a remote, so I couldn’t even distract myself from the creeping dread that I might not make it through the night. If you’ve ever seen American Horror Story: Hotel, this stay gave the exact same energy. The best part of my visit? Leaving—at 5 a.m.

The Paddington House Hotel has certainly lost its sparkle used to be the best hotel in the area for weddings etc. Today it a shadow of it's former life. However we found the rooms clean serviceable and simple. Budget it is but if you want something 5 star then go elsewhere. We stayed over the one night, found the staff helpful. I used to live in Woolston a good few years ago so it's sad to see it's demise. It was quiet when we checked in we expect it to be a place for contractors, travellers etc. Hopefully we will get a good night's sleep before we carry on our journey.