Seventy Hotel Barcelona is all façade, no hospitality. For €460 a night, I expected comfort, service, and professionalism. What I got was disinterest, poor standards, and a complete lack of accountability.
At check-in, one receptionist was on the phone — fair enough. The other was casually chatting with her colleague and blatantly ignored me. No greeting, no eye contact, no effort. When they finally began the check-in process, neither smiled. Both looked visibly annoyed to be working.
The room was stylish but superficial. Amenities were laughable — a paper bag with two toothbrushes, toothpaste, tissues, and lotion. Anything else requires calling reception. When I did, I got a frosty tone and only one item I requested. It was left tucked in the doorframe with no communication. Follow-up call? Ignored. I went downstairs to find — no surprise — the same two staff still doing nothing.
To make matters worse, the shower drainage was painfully slow — water pooled quickly and took forever to clear. Another detail that shows this place is more focused on appearance than upkeep.
At the bar, I ordered a white sangria that was undrinkably sweet. The bartender was brisk and unfriendly — a consistent theme here: fast service, zero warmth. Checkout was the only positive moment — the staff were polite and apologetic. Unfortunately, far too little, far too late.