Shockingly, especially to me, my stay at Dolce Ville was a horrible experience. Set above DePasquale Square, truly the heartbeat of Rhode Island’s historic Federal Hill, Dolce Ville has enough allure to invite a stay. Once I found parking, that chore was expected when visiting “The Hill” I made my way to the Hotel only to find, locked doors? My guest and I waited after pressing a buzzer, and waited, and waited, only to be, well, certainly not greeted, answered by a gentlemen named Brian. Brian seemed almost bothered to have to deal with, gasp, a patron with a reservation. I received no greeting, no salutation, no, “welcome to Hotel Dolce Villa” just a blank, what do you want, expression. Seeing I was gonna have to be the first to speak, I informed Brian, I had a reservation, he began to walk away toward his counter without as much as getting the door for my guest and I muttering something under his breathe that sounded like “we’ll see about that”. The inside reception area was shabby to say the least, as Brian positioned himself on the other side of the counter, behind his plexi-glass enclosure he demanded “name, id” with again no warm greeting, I started to wonder if I somehow slipped into a Montreal French quarter pay by the hour hotel.this exchange continued with Brian, who insisted on telling us over and over all the ways and reasons I will be charged hundreds and hundreds of dollars if I broke any of this hotels rules and never offering parking assistance.