The Parsonage

Elite '08

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Andrea J.

Mountlake Terrace, WA

I'm so sorry to read the last review for the Parsonage! Sounds like that guest caught the old couple on a bad couple of days.

We really enjoyed the place. Thought it was quaint and peaceful. Our room was on the top floor of their glorious Victorian, Jone said it was the old staff social room. You could melt in our featherbed and the bathroom was ornate with gold-rimmed mirrors and a claw bathtub. Outside our room was a massage chair, which was nice after a day walking. Morning breakfast on the weekends was quite good and so was the conversation. I really loved it here and would recommend it to anyone visiting San Francisco.

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Suzanne F.

Washington, DC

Yikes! Where do I begin? This place was queer, uncomfortable, and anything but pleasant.

First off - we came to San Francisco for the second time this summer, and stayed at The Beresford (search my reviews for a separate rating of that hotel) the first 4 days, and then came to stay here for the last 6. The owners were traveling until the following Monday, so the then-innkeeper Ariel was maintaning the place. She was very friendly, albeit a bit strange. I liked her.

Our room was very nice, but the bathroom? UCK. There was a window that must've been 10 feet long RIGHT across from the glass shower - no curtains included. Oh my gosh. That's just disgusting. And it's not by any means in a quiet neighborhood, so this was just seemingly unacceptable, and questionably illegal! As if that weren't enough, we had heard more than one time around the place that the owners were growing tired of running it, and were planning to either sell it or shut it down. That's not a good sign, and further increased the uncomfortability meter. Then, there comes the breakfast. It was fairly tasty, but not at all enough. We once got only a couple pieces of toast!! And then, when the owners finally arrived, they just assumed I didn't want any breakfast, and served my parents instead! They literally skipped over me.

There really must've been something wrong with the woman, Joan, who runs The Parsonage with her husband (who was pretty friendly, but incredibly eccentric). She literally ignored us, only saying a few words, and when my dad tried to start pleasant conversation, she nodded a few times and nearly walked off. Then, later, we saw her talking to other people in the front hall, in a completely normal and amiable tone. This got us mad. So I encourage you to stay somewhere else while in San Fran. The rates - for the service and breakfast we got - were absolutely ridiculous. $195+ a night.

P.S. Their dog is a nut case! It barks non-stop, and LOUD....at nothing. So now there are THREE crazy residents here.

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