Holiday Inn Express Harlow Guest Reviews
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Anonymous Thu, 17 July 2025
Good
Liked: Good location, comfortable bed, good breakfast.
Disliked: Being informed prior to arrival that the car park was not available and we had to park in the multistory carpark. Arriving in the dark after a 5 1/2 hour journey we could have done without going up and down past the hotel trying to find parking.
Ann Mon, 14 July 2025
Very good
Liked: Exactly as described
Disliked: I didnt find out i couldn't use car park due to refurbishing until after payment... so had to pay again for parking at nearby carpark.i think it should say on hotel description no patkkng until dec 2025
Clare Sun, 13 July 2025
Pleasant
Liked: .
Disliked: Being woken up by noisy antisocial behaviour from drunk people on the side where our room was at 2.30am for an hour. Parking not in use. So had to park multi storey next door.
Anonymous Sun, 13 July 2025
Exceptional
Diana Sat, 12 July 2025
Good.
Liked: Perfect location.
Disliked: If the breakfast would be cooked with passion it would be way nicer.
Ohad Sat, 12 July 2025
Very good
Nicole Fri, 11 July 2025
Overall great stay, comfortable room...
Liked: Comfortable room , great breakfast , overall good place to stay .
Christopher Fri, 11 July 2025
Rough and ready
Liked: Not my much
Disliked: Most of it
Stephano Thu, 10 July 2025
Superb
John Wed, 9 July 2025
Exceptional
Liked: Ah, where to begin, darling? To describe my fondness for this establishment merely as “liking” it is akin to saying Beethoven dabbled in music, or that the Sistine Chapel has a nice ceiling. No — this hotel was not a mere temporary lodging. It was a sanctuary of curated opulence, a shrine to human achievement in soft-close drawers and artisanal soap.Let us first discuss the scent — oh, the scent! The lobby exhaled an aroma so refined, so maddeningly elusive, that I’m convinced it was crafted by perfumiers who weep when they bottle beauty. A bouquet of bergamot, ambition, and possibly generational wealth.The bed — a cloud, yes, but not the type that floats in the sky. No, this was a cloud that had attended finishing school in the Alps and now wafted down nightly to cradle my vertebrae in memory foam wrapped in Egyptian cotton spun by the hands of unhurried monks.The staff — hauntingly efficient. You’d press a button and moments later, a butler would appear, not walking, but materialising, as if summoned from another realm. I began to wonder if they were trained in Hogwarts or simply manufactured in a kindness lab beneath the hotel itself.And the minibar — a veritable gallery of tiny opulence! Almonds that had clearly been groomed, massaged, and told they were enough. A single Toblerone, smugly reclining as though it knew it had never been purchased and never would be. A bottle of water so expensive I considered financing it over three months.Oh — and the toilet. Heated. Intelligent. Possibly sentient. At one point, I believe it tried to contact NASA.The artwork in the corridor? Undoubtedly abstract. Possibly accidental. Definitely priced beyond comprehension. Each piece whispered, “You don’t understand me,” which, ironically, made me feel understood.The elevator? Operated with the gravitas of a small opera. Each ding was a sonnet. I rode it for sport.In sum, the hotel didn’t just accommodate me — it elevated me. Spiritually. Aesthetically.
Disliked: Nothing