Hotel & Residence Liscia Eldi

Excellent property surrounded by greenery, easy to reach. Spacious and clean rooms. Excellent, varied, abundant cuisine, there is something for every taste! Reception staff, excursion manager, dining room and kitchen staff, always kind and at the guest's disposal. Super Fabio (reception) and Saad for our wonderful excursion to La Maddalena. Pool service, our lifeguard Giuseppe is also super, a guardian angel ❤️ for those who don't know how to swim 😅. A hug to our bartenders, handsome, smiling and very kind! And to conclude, the animation team led by Giuseppe!!!! They were all great, with their games, music, and entertainment, and with the water aerobics classes by the super Ms. Giorgia from Rome. Thank you, thank you to everyone, we already miss you! Tiziano, Sara (illicit owner of the pool corner), Adele, and Taty ❤️❤️❤️❤️ P.S. A thank you also to the manager.

A perfect stay for the group from Venosa branded Venusia Travel! Excellent facility and great food, but the real added value was the head of entertainment Giuseppe who, together with his group, knew how to brighten up our evenings. Thank you for making this summer special!

Notice to travelers: the review is a bit long, but it gets into the details. It is intended for those who are not satisfied with just the dots and the average rating. I stayed at the TH last week and, overall, I had a good time. The property is pleasant: almost all the rooms are located in low buildings, well integrated into the Mediterranean scrub. The greenery is abundant and well-kept; the rooms have a somewhat retro decor, but they are functional, with adjustable air conditioning, adequate bathrooms, and good cleanliness, both inside and out. Regarding the food, the judgment is inevitably subjective: I saw people going back for seconds of dishes that I would have only tackled after a week of fasting, and beautiful roasts returning to the kitchen almost untouched. As a connoisseur of the subject—my weight can attest to it—I will try to have my say anyway. First courses were good overall, including pasta and risottos, even if the tomato in the sauces tended to appear with a certain insistence. The main courses were also good, especially the roasts; the fish ones were less convincing on some occasions. Appetizers, side dishes, and cheeses offered little variety: on the dairy front, fresh pecorino was almost in permanent effective service. The real sore point was the fruit: rather skimpy apples, small peaches, pears tempered in steel, and, every now and then, plums without any particular personality. I wondered what had happened to watermelons, melons, and grapes, given that Sardinia is not exactly lacking in them. Perhaps cleaning and slicing them requires more work. Mystery. The desserts, on the other hand, were good and varied. Breakfast is typical for a resort, with a decent balance between sweet and savory. I am not judging the all-inclusive drinks because I did not drink them; the juices were decent, even if industrial. The wine, served from bag-in-box and not the usual kegs, remains a modest table wine, but it did its job without taking revenge on my stomach. On the other hand, the still and sparkling water in sealed bottles, rather than from dispensers, was much appreciated. I come to the portioning, excluding the first courses served directly on the plates. The wine arrives in a single glass and many dishes in small circular bowls. I understand and share the goal: less waste, more hygiene, faster service, and consumption under control. But a portion must at least have a vague relationship with a portion, not sometimes be smaller than a bite. Furthermore, some bowls rest on heated shelves: to take them to the table, you would need firefighter gloves. You can take two or three, of course, but you have to turn into a juggler or get up several times. You can also ask the cook to be generous or hand him the plate directly, with the risk, however, of being looked at like someone who lives on bread and onions at home and wants to make up for it on vacation. The system needs to be reviewed: without great difficulty, unless — here my cynical side speaks — budget savings carry more weight than the village's image. Then there are the details, the ones that don't ruin a vacation but tell its story. In our room, with twin beds, there were two different bedspreads. Everything was clean and tidy, for heaven's sake, but aesthetically they looked like they had just met that morning. A few words about the entertainment. The group was rather small, but willing, and some of the guys had almost professional skills: the head of entertainment is an excellent guitarist and the choreographer is very talented. However, the evening shows, which should be the highlight, were decidedly poor and sometimes too inspired by TV, including Zelig. It is difficult to find the promise of the site there: cabaret, musicals, live performances, and themed evenings. I did not participate in the other activities; on the beach we chose, moreover, the entertainment was never seen. And let's move on to the beaches. The village indicates two: Cala d’Ambra and Isuledda. Cala d’Ambra is the most convenient, about 300 meters away and a five-minute walk. It is a small beach with imported sand, even nice, but getting into the water is a completely different matter: right after the shore, a wide strip of what are called “pebbles” appears. In reality, they are large pebbles with ambitions of being boulders, and very slippery ones at that. The official website does not mention it; the app hints at the problem and recommends water shoes. Water shoes or not, during my stay I didn't see anyone swimming there. We therefore chose Isuledda, 1,050 meters from the village — measured by yours truly with GPS, because trust is a nice thing, but the satellite is better. It is about fifteen minutes on dirt paths through the Mediterranean scrub, to be traveled four times a day. In the morning and evening it is pleasant; returning for lunch and in the early afternoon, a little less so. The distance understandably discourages families with strollers and people with walking difficulties. The advantage is that the small beach remains almost entirely for a few guests. The lifeguards — three, in rotation — were very kind and would set up the umbrella and sunbeds wherever one preferred. There was a lot of posidonia, a natural presence that certainly cannot be blamed on the village; after about ten meters, without pebbles, one finally found the true sea of Sardinia. Then there is La Cinta, the famous and very long beach of San Teodoro. The village presents the free shuttle service as its own, with fixed times and booking the previous day; from what I have read, however, it is a municipal service. Little changes. The village provides an umbrella for free upon a 50 euro deposit, but you have to carry it yourself. To also have sunbeds — already included, in theory, in the stay fee — you need to rent them at one of the establishments. I did not try the service. There are no pedal boats, canoes, sailing, boards, bars, or restroom facilities belonging to the village; it must be said, correctly, that none of this is advertised. Finally, the bar. Drinks are paid for with a prepaid card to be loaded at the reception. So far, nothing strange. The classic “lots of ice, little product” is almost folklore; less folkloric is finding a price list outside the bar with prices different from those applied. For spirits, prices were generically indicated as 4 and 6 euros. My evening amaro cost 6 euros once and 5 euros almost every other time. When I asked for an explanation, I was told that the price list was wrong. In September: therefore, presumably, wrong for the entire season. I reported the matter to the manager, who thanked me. The price list, however, remained where it was and the explanations as well. It is not a question of the extra euro: seven euros in a week do not change one's life. Being made a fool of, however, changes one's judgment. In conclusion, it was a pleasant week. The facility would have easily deserved a good rating; but the details make the difference and, especially when they concern transparency, they are no longer just details. For this reason, my final judgment drops to average. The sea is transparent; the village, in some respects, a little less so. Too bad, because with a few adjustments it could do decidedly better.