Ride the hand-cranked elevator up to rooms that ooze old-timer charm, with dark furniture and scuffed-wood floors (room 25 is our favourite). The air-con is noisy, and management is prone to adding surprise extra charges, but the faded romance of the place – including the restaurant where the dinner bell chimes every evening at 7.30pm – is nostalgia-buff heaven.
Cheaper rooms share toilets.