There was a faint smell of smoke in the second-floor hallway.
We wish all of the hotels on our bike trips could be just like this lovely old place. It was right off the trail, easy to find and right in the middle of town. We got a choice of rooms and picked a spacious one with a bay window facing the street (the staff also offered us a smaller inner room because I had requested a quiet room when booking). It was a Saturday night, but we didn't hear any noise from the street.
The atmospheric restaurant was the best part. For dinner, I had a lamb loin with herb crust with thyme fingerling potatoes, and my husband had a goulash of venison shot by the husband of the owner, who took time to chat with us. For dessert, we had a sampler plate with creme brulee, tiramisu and semifreddo.
There were only a few overnight guests, so the breakfast selection was modest, but then the attendant brought us a plate of meats and cheeses, then made my husband a plate of scrambled eggs surrounded by thin rounds of bacon. Of course, there were always fresh flowers on the tables. This is just the kind of hotel we like -- classy, but understated and unpretentious.