The Norwich Hotel

The Norwich hotel is a budget B and B located just off the Carrow road. Would be a great place to stay for away fans and it is about a Ten minute walk from the Riverside. This hotel is very, very dated with its decor. But it is certainly functional, the room was spotlessly clean, 24 hour reception, breakfast was reasonably priced, good portion size and it was delicious. The staff were fantastic, very polite and happy to help. The bed was comfortable, there is a small tv in the room and tea and coffee making facilities. There is also a bar but we didn’t use it. If you aren’t too fussy and just want somewhere to sleep, I would recommend the Norwich hotel for a pleasant no frills place to stay.

Absolute crud hole. Worst hotel stayed at. Dirty, old, derelict rooms. Didn't want to out clothes down. Shower had trickle of water, broken dirty tiles, strange human debris in bed, furniture from the 1960s. How this is still open is beyond me. We would have left but other hotels all booked due to concert. Must be review manipulation when it is 41/49 in Norwich. Same price as a Travelodge but much, much worse. Don't stay here.

We visited to use this as a base for Christmas shopping, let just say the worst hotel that we ha e ever stayed in. I am afraid there are so many words and issues that cannot be covered. I would say this as close to hostel that you can get. Just bring your own sanitation and hope !

What a joke!!! Booked this hotel in good faith with hotel.com and on arrival it was closed. We could see lights on in some of the rooms but there no answer at the front door or via the phone. An absolute shambles, companies need to double check that these properties they are offering are legitimately open and trading. I feel that this property is operating fraudulent business

We would usually go for Premier Inn or Travel Lodge, but they were fully booked. So we went here instead . They had a large car park in the front, but it it was within walking distance of the Railway station - we went to see a concert in Norwich, but stayed the whole weekend to explore the City next day. The rooms were clean, comfortable , and the shower and Bath both delivered hot water , and they supplied the small bottles of bath oil and shampoo , as well as a small individual soap. Their had a decent breakfast menu, but we got up early and went straight out exploring as they had more vegan options in town. There was a bus stop close by and we used the bus service to reach the concert venue on Saturday, but the whole city centre was a short walk away. The staff were very helpful and friendly, and they also had a night Porter to let people in if you came back after midnight , as we did . We never managed to get Roger Taylor’s autograph, but we liked our stay at this 3 star hotel.

"You see", said the long suffering wife, "this is why I book the hotels", as we swung into the front car park of the Norwich Hotel. I could see her point. The asphalt surface might have been nice when it was first laid...about thirty or so years ago. Now it resembled a council vehicle parking lot, with more cracks than Boris Johnson's conference speech. As we went towards the front reception desk, over a carpet that has seen too many mucky feet and way too few cleaning products, I realised that things can be too cheap. Having collected the key to room 11 (and the TV remote control, a first for us...), we went to our room. It was dismally small, with the bed hard up against one corner, meaning that the person nearest the wall would have to climb over the sleeping partner if they needed to use the facilities during the night. The bedhead had an integral audio/light control, popular in the 70's. Thing is, in the 70's they tended to be fixed in, and not wobbling about like this one. The carpet was about as clean as the ones in the rest of the hotel. Visiting the bathroom was a moving experience. The towel rail moved, the floor tiles moved when you walked on them, and judging by the cracking, the walls occasionally moved. The tiles bore the red Rawlplug scars of redundant fittings. The toilet flush had the torrential power of a toddler on their first potty wee. The shower was ancient but adequate, as long as you watched out for the viciously slippery shower tray. Oh, and the door bolt was missing. You could tell that because the hotel kindly left a neat rectangle showing where it once was, complete with screw holes. At least you got to know what colour the door was previously painted (blue). After a troubled night on a too-soft (but clean) bed, punctuated only by an enthusiastic couple in the adjoining room working their way heavenward at three in the morning, we checked out, bleary-eyed into the soft damp of a Norfolk autumnal morning. "Love", I said, "next time, you book the hotel"...