Hotel Marc Aurelio in Rome

I recently stayed here with a group of 50 during our pilgrimage. Let’s just say: the hotel was okay—but everything else? Not so much. First off, the rooms? Let’s just say my suitcase had more square footage. And forget adjusting the AC—we had to call the front desk every single time we wanted it turned on. Apparently, since it “wasn’t summer,” the AC wasn’t activated unless we begged for it like it was a luxury item. Want to open the window for fresh air? Not so fast. You had to sign a waiver just to get the key! What is this—Fort Knox? The food… oh, the food. They served lasagna that was so runny it practically slid off the plate and tried to escape. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to eat it or rescue it. Now, here’s the kicker: I noticed a brand-new piece of clothing I had just bought for the trip was missing. I figured, “Maybe I forgot to pack it?” Got home—nope. Gone. Then I got a call from my roommate during our stay, and guess what? She was missing FIVE pieces of new clothing. I’ve traveled a lot and never had this kind of issue. They warned us about pickpockets in the city—but nobody warned us about the ones in the hotel. Final verdict: If you’re looking for a hotel where your clothes disappear and your lasagna tries to flee the plate, this is your spot.