You can look at my profile--you'll see that I tend to be a critical reviewer. My hobby is fixing up houses, so I notice things that many people overlook. Israeli hotels, even the top ones, have problems with quality control--a swivel mirror doesn't swivel, the sticker from the hair dryer that still has ancient glue stuck on it, the caulk in the bathroom that was white a some time ago. Little things, lots of them. But this place? Can there really be perfection in a hotel? In Israel of all places?! This place belongs in Denmark or Finland or in some Platonic eidos of pure forms. Its quality is unmatched. Seriously. The tiniest details are tended to: tasteful fixtures, a balcony perfectly equipped with high-quality matching table and chairs, plush towels, a breakfast to die for, and people at the front desk who go out of their way to make your stay comfortable and easy. I could go on. When I read the other reviews, I said, yeah, sure. I'll find something not to like. I was wrong. Really. I've never stayed in a hotel in Israel that cares as much about quality as Erna Shtarkman. Bravo!
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