Hotel Imperial

I was on holiday for the fourth consecutive year at the Imperial hotel in Ischia Porto, and I don't agree with a couple of reviews from people who don't even care, perhaps the hotel is a little dated, but the its position, the exquisite delicacy of its meals (a choice between 3 first courses and 3 second courses of meat and fish they don't give you even at 5 stars, Mrs. Irene, owner of the hotel, may seem gruff but thanks to her experience she manages to carry on an activity that is difficult to manage today with the ignorance and brazen behavior of uncivilized customers who fill their plates with food and then throw them away (and this is a slap in the face of hunger and poverty), the group of people I belong to is enthusiastic and wants to return next year. Thanks again to Mrs. Irene and all her staff, see you next year! Pietro Giubilei

Beautiful view, terrible hotel, terrible service, dilapidated plumbing services, the manager is angry, spiteful and unable to support the load of her business. A little visit from the authorities wouldn't hurt. AVOID GOING THERE

You enter and immediately realize you've come to the wrong place! Despite an enchanting view of the sandy beach below (which justifies the only valid star of the 4 displayed), you will find them received by the property, which begins to thrash you if you raise your voice or you are not aligned and covered! I may be unlucky, but they assigned me a 70s room with the only window overlooking a service courtyard, the bathroom with facilities suitable for people no taller than 1.5 meters (in the bidet you have to decide whether to wash your big toe or the heel). When you go down to the dining room the problems begin! At breakfast, if you get distracted for a moment, you're left without yeast or yogurt (because they're finished!) At lunch and dinner, if you don't like salad, it's a problem because you're left without a side dish. In the room you find the staff wandering aimlessly. The owner prides himself on throwing the first courses in the rubbish bin, so as not to pass them back to the diners. What can I tell you, draw your own conclusions.