"If you’re looking for a genuinely family-friendly hotel, keep looking. Apparently, the definition of “family-friendly” here is that children are allowed to exist, provided they don’t actually behave like children.
There is no playground, children aren’t allowed to play with a ball, and the “family room” has a sink that can only comfortably be reached by an adult. Brilliant design. If independence is part of your child’s development, this hotel clearly missed the memo.
Children under 12 must be supervised in the restaurant at all times (which is perfectly understandable), but they’re only allowed to use plastic plates and cups. Nothing says “premium 4-star experience” like serving hot food on plastic. Personally, I’d rather not have my children eating every meal from something that wasn’t designed to be heated repeatedly.
The kids’ entertainment deserves a special mention. Every evening, a lady walks around with a microphone and a speaker, encourages a bit of dancing, and that’s about it. No stage, no lighting, no props, no games, no imagination, and unfortunately very little enthusiasm. If your definition of entertainment is “standing next to a Bluetooth speaker,” then you’re in for a treat.
The Wi-Fi deserves its own award as well. It is advertised as if it’s an amenity, but in reality it’s more of a scavenger hunt. I only needed it for around 30 minutes to an hour each day—checking emails, browsing the internet, nothing demanding. Yet even that seemed to be asking far too much. Most of the time it was painfully slow, constantly disconnecting, or simply didn’t exist at all. It’s quite impressive that in 2026 a hotel can still provide internet that feels like a nostalgic tribute to dial-up.
Now, the food…
Where do I even begin?
Breakfast was identical every single morning. No variety whatsoever. In a country famous for its incredible produce, there wasn’t even proper orange juice—just a sugary chemical concoction pretending to resemble fruit. Actual freshly squeezed orange juice? Of course that’s available… for an extra €5–6 a glass. Apparently growing oranges in Greece makes them too precious to include with breakfast.
Dinner became an entertaining game of “guess what yesterday’s leftovers have become today.” It’s quite impressive how many different forms breakfast can take by the evening.
The “curry” deserves its own award. Whoever named it curry has clearly never met curry. It was simply salty meat floating in a sauce. Calling it curry is about as accurate as calling a bicycle a Ferrari because they both have wheels.
The salads were even more amusing.
The “Hungarian salad” tasted nothing like a Hungarian salad.
The “Russian salad” tasted nothing like a Russian salad.
The following day, however, the labels had magically swapped places. Apparently changing the sign changes the recipe.
When I pointed this out, I was confidently informed that “Hungarian salad and Russian salad are the same in Greece.”
Well, that’s certainly one way to solve culinary identity crises.
Even more concerning was seeing vinegar poured over several untouched salads because they’d apparently been sitting there for days. I suppose that’s one approach to food preservation. It certainly explained why nobody had been eating them.
The only consistently excellent food throughout our stay was the beef. Credit where it’s due—the chefs clearly know how to cook beef. Unfortunately, one good dish doesn’t compensate for an entire buffet that had very little authentic Greek cuisine… in Greece.
The room amenities were equally memorable.
One shower cap.
One toothbrush.
For four people.
And to make matters even better, the toothbrush looked as though someone had already kindly broken it in for us, complete with what appeared to be food residue in the bristles. Nothing says “welcome” quite like complimentary second-hand dental equipment.
Utterly disgusting.
I do have to praise the housekeeping staff. They work incredibly hard, and the hotel itself is kept very clean. They are probably the biggest asset this hotel has.
The spa and gym are genuinely impressive and probably the only parts that actually deserve four stars. Unfortunately, they seem to have invested heavily in facilities that hardly anyone uses because the prices are simply absurd.
€20 for just 15 minutes in the sauna—and that’s the cheapest service available. The treatment prices are so eye-watering that you’ll probably need a massage just from reading the price list.
Finally, let’s talk about check-in.
I was repeatedly told that the tourist tax had to be paid in cash only.
When I politely asked why, nobody could provide an explanation. After insisting that I only had my card with me, the receptionist suddenly needed to make a phone call. Miraculously, once that call ended, paying by card became possible after all.
Amazing how impossible things become possible when someone asks enough questions.
To make things even more interesting, they also attempted to charge me for several Diet Cokes that none of us had ordered or consumed. Considering nobody in our family even drinks Diet Coke, that was quite an imaginative addition to the bill.
Corfu itself is absolutely beautiful and well worth visiting. Unfortunately, this hotel falls a long way short of what it advertises. The staff working on the ground genuinely try their best, but poor management, misleading marketing, repetitive low-quality food, questionable billing practices, unreliable Wi-Fi and an astonishing interpretation of what “family-friendly” means leave an extremely disappointing impression.
If this is what passes for a family-friendly four-star resort, I’d hate to see what they consider average."
