Tai Zhong Ai Lian Lv Dian taichung amour hotel
Located in Taichung, Love Hotel provides guests with air-conditioned rooms featuring private bathrooms, televisions, and free WiFi. The property offers family rooms and non-smoking accommodations, supported by a 24-hour front desk. Each room is equipped with a hairdryer and tea or coffee facilities.
Hotel Info
- Address 404台灣臺中市北區錦祥里錦祥街22號
- Phone +886 4 2236 1777
- Rating · Source: Google ↗
- Website
FAQ
Where is the hotel located?
The hotel is located at No. 22, Jinxiang St., North Dist., Taichung City 404, Taiwan (R.O.C.).
Source：飯店設施資訊(OTA) | 404台灣臺中市北區錦祥里錦祥街22號
Is there internet access available at the hotel?
Yes, the hotel provides free WiFi.
Source：飯店設施資訊(OTA) | 免費WiFi
Does the hotel offer assistance outside of standard business hours?
Yes, there is a 24-hour front desk available.
Source：飯店設施資訊(OTA) | 24 小時接待櫃檯
Are there amenities provided in the private bathroom?
Yes, the hotel provides free toiletries and a hairdryer.
Source：飯店設施資訊(OTA) | 免費盥洗用品、吹風機
Can I make coffee or tea in my room?
Yes, coffee and tea making facilities are provided.
Source：飯店設施資訊(OTA) | 咖啡／沏茶設施
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