. Located across the street from a major construction site for the hauptbahnhof, the 25Hours Royal Bavarian turned out to be a tad twee even for our trend-tolerant taste. Behind the registration desk hung a bicycle and portraits of Bavarian nobles looking like both they and the painter were coming down from acid trips. Our room was furnished simply, with a pine ledge serving as a desk and three-legged milking stools as bedside tables. The sink and vanity were in the room itself. The shower and toilet shared a tiled cubicle. To avoid flooding, we had to be sparing with the shower wand.
Although we had asked for a coffee setup in our room, there was none when we arrived. “Saturday is always very busy,” explained one of the receptionists, who varied during our stay from competent and helpful to seemingly newly arrived from countries where neither English nor German was the dominant language. After some prompting, we received a kettle and carafe the next day.