We travelled with a coach firm and were very happy with the hotel. The upstairs floor was a bit creaky but we soon didn't notice it and slept fine.
The staff were all wonderful and so was the food, and as soon as we got home we booked again fro next year's trip

very good value,staff very very friendly.Food extremely good

I stay in Cornwall regularly for business and tend to stay in different hotels/B&B's each time. This was my first (and last) stay at Sandy Lodge. Firstly the good points: Its cheap, close to Newquay centre and there's ample parking on site. Thats it. Now onto the bad points. The rooms are very old fashioned and in desperate need of modernisation. My room wasn't the cleanest either. The bathroom was dreadful, lacked a shower and smelt of stale urine. The walls are paper thin too. Due to an early start I opted to eat the 'continetal breakfast' which was advertised as including crossiants, ham, and other continental delights. In reality it consisted of a poor selection of cereals, toast and yoghurt. Very dissapointing. For the money the hotel is cheap, but the money is better spent staying at one of the numerous excellent B&B's in the area.

This 'hotel' has good and bad points - I'll start with the good. We booked thinking it was a glorified B&B so we were pleasantly surprised at the facilities - pool, gym, pool table, large rooms, bar etc. Breakfast buffet had plenty of variety - full English, cereals, toast, jams, porridge. Good location - 5 minute walk into town centre, ample parking at the hotel, and we had room 133 - nice, front end, large room .
Bad points, which do outweigh the good and would stop me staying here again - old, old window in the bedroom which banged in the windowframe all night long, literally didnt get a wink of sleep. Paper thin walls - we had 'great' neighbours who put their telly on full blast at 6.30am, but that wasn't our best wake up call. That status is reserved for one foghorn member of staff who decided to get the Christmas decorations out of the attic above our room at 8.30am while singing and talking at the top of her voice. The guests were also something else - all older, loud 'partiers'. Think your slightly embarrassing Aunt Mable and her 50 fag-hag friends on an extended, cider-fuelled bingo tour dancing the night away to Who the F is Alice?...
Check in is from 2.30pm but when we arrived we were told we had to wait half an hour as the "girls weren't ready", and finally, there were three coaches constantly ticking over outside our window waiting to take Aunt Mable and co off to wherever every morning, and a generator which came on at first light and buzzed all day. Yawn! (October 22-23, 2011)