The location of the Agustin Inn is great. It's clo...

The location of the Agustin Inn is great. It's close enough to walk everywhere. Unfortunately, that is the only great thing about it.
Our room was tiny. A queen bed filled the room with barely a foot of space on any side. A foot and a half in front of the bed, the other side of the room was completely devoted to a giant circa-80's jacuzzi tub/shower combo surrounded by plastic shower curtains. The rest of the bathroom was a sink off to one side and a toilet in a nook curtained off by a chenille window drapery on a rod. No door, no privacy. No closet. Only one nightstand the size of a postage stamp holding a lamp, a clock radio and a noise machine. No surface left to put down keys, a book, let alone a purse. No floor space to open a suitcase.

The room was in a corner of the building with two windows. One of the windows looked out onto a pub courtyard directly below with live music, Southern rock, playing from lunchtime until last call. The other window opened to the back of another business protected by security lights which shown brightly into our room all night long. Needless to say, we didn't get much sleep or even rest.

The highly-touted gourmet breakfast began with a sheepish apology for the paper towels replacing napkins which they had run out of. The first course was a muffin crumbled up in a small dish called...."breakfast crumble." The "eggs benedict" was loosely poached eggs on soppy pieces of white bread, untoasted, floating in jarred hollandaise. Two thin and greasy recently-frozen sausage patties were served on the side. Overall a noxious meal we choked down half of and passed on altogether the second morning.

While we loved St Augustine, we will certainly never return to the Agustin Inn. At over $200 per night, it is an insult of an accommodation.