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December 07, 2005
Camino Real Lame
The Camino Real chain owns some fabulous properties in Mexico. The one in Tijuana isn't one of them.
All the same, it's considered one of the best hotels in town, and it's the place where dignitaries stay when they're in town. And don't get me wrong. It's not terrible. It's certainly clean and safe, and the location, right next to the Plaza Río is damned convenient when you want to pick up some things that you forgot to pack. But it kind of fits the stereotypical image of a half-assed Mexican operation, and I suspect that perhaps that is why so many Americans have that image of all things Mexican: their image is based on the Mexico of Tijuana.
They claim to have a concierge, but it turns out that it's a couple of bellhops. The "Aquellos Tiempos" restaurant that they advertise in some of their online literature as "the most exclusive in Tijuana" seems to be so exclusive that it has slipped into non-existence. Their gift shop seems like a store from the former Soviet Union, with only a handful of items on each shelf, and it closes at 4 PM daily, despite the fact that the hours listed on the door say it's open until 6 PM. While sitting at the desk, the bulb in the desk lamp flashed and them popped into darkness. We exchanged the bulb with another in the room and it didn't work either. It turns out that the all the electrical stuff along that wall had shorted out.
So it's on to the Hotel San Francisco Plaza where they promise little and deliver a lot. But then again, maybe I'm just biased because we had such a delightful time there last year scoping out our future, uh, rather, current home.
Posted by crispy at December 7, 2005 02:39 AM
Comments
It should be noted that the staff at the Camino Real Tijuana have all been exceptionally friendly, and most of them very helpful to the extent of their abilities. One even let me go on and on in Spanish about something for which I simply lacked the proper vocabulary and only when I became completely frustrated did he tell me that I could speak in English. Many may think that a bit rude, but it's not. When one is clearly trying his best to speak a language that isn't his own, it's more polite to let him decide that his abilities are not up to the challenge than for a native speaker to immediately point out that the other is unintelligible.
Posted by: Chris Coen at December 7, 2005 01:18 PM