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Where's the bass, Bono?
I felt a lack of warmth from reception, and the doormen (except for the - non-Irish - night porter). Only when encountering the cleaning staff (again, non-Irish), did I feel like I was staying in a prestigious hotel whose staff could interact with guests with warmth and professionalism.
On entering (I lagged behind my partner as I was parking), I was asked if I was a resident. Fair enough, it was late. I said yes. I then asked where the lounge was, as my partner texted to tell me to meet him there. The doorman raised his voice and and asked me again if I was a resident. This was irksome and provoked me to snap a little: "I *will* be", I responded. His tone changed then, but this was my first impression. Not good thus far.
The Octagon Bar is no great shakes, alas. Pricey and ordinary, there are a myriad of more exciting watering holes within walking distance.
The room was tastefully decorated, with a fantastically comfortable bed and a pleasing wooden theme. It was fashionable without being angular or spiky.
The bathroom was a little small, with a rather narrow tub and no walk-in shower. But I liked the provision of some essential oil and a bath bomb!
The entertainment system with CD/DVD/Internet etc combo is a wonderfully innovative idea, but rather undermined by the unpleasant tinny speakers inbuilt in the monitor. It's a pity that a hotel owned by a rock band didn't ensure that better sound was possible. Where's the bass, Bono?
Overall, I wasn't overwhelmed by the Clarence. It's central, pricey and the atmosphere is a tad icy. Perhaps they should employ more non-Irish people who could teach the natives a thing or two about warmth? Hop over the bridge and stay at the Morrison instead.
