"Sve pohvale hotel za ubnost and uljudnost svih zapospelnika! Cisto,goodno,dorucak je odlican sa puno izbora! Nama navaznije 100 je pet friendly tako da them nasa corka uzivala and bila prihvacena nabolje 100 je moga! Vratiti cemo se sigurno! 😉"

"الشقة كانت جيدة جدا وتنظيفها جيد مع كل ما تحتاجه"

"تم تقديم فندق جويل بالضبط كما هو المعلن. كانت الغرفة التي حظينا بها حديثة جدا مع منظر بحري رائع وشرفة فسيحة. منطقة البركة كانت نظيفة مع خدمة بار رائعة. جميع الموظفين كانت ودية ومفيدة للغاية. وبالتأكيد سوف يوصي للآخرين."

"BOŠKINAC – Eldorado for Pretentious Peacocks The road to Boškinac already signaled trouble – asphalted, narrow like a vein, dangerously designed so you cannot pass another vehicle. A quad almost crashed into my car, like an aggressive specter from the hotel itself. Everything felt overhyped, fake, sterile. The hotel – the island’s pride, flaunting a Michelin star that shines more like a cheap neon sign in a roadside motel. Surrounded by olive trees that serve only as stage props. Behind them – emptiness. We reached the tavern. My mother, 81 years old, climbed the countless steps with dignity. At the top, five waiters stood together. One said: “There’s no place for you.” The others laughed and behaved like teenagers loitering in front of a kiosk with beer cans – giggling, nudging each other, completely unprofessional. This is Boškinac: – a hotel with no respect for the elderly, – a place where the Michelin star shines above staff who mock frailty, – an Eldorado for pretentious guests who believe they’re elite because they eat among olive trees, – a false stage set of luxury with not a shred of soul, – a restaurant where every “star” is actually a stain of shame. When I confronted them, the laughter continued – empty, cold, echoing like cracking plastic. Another waiter tried to “apologize,” but without sincerity, as if they were on a school trip rather than working in a luxury hotel. I called the manager, Ivana. Her voice was juvenile, frivolous, chirpy – not the voice of someone who understands responsibility. She offered me coffee and cake as compensation. I replied: “It’s not about cake. It’s about dignity.” Boškinac is, in fact, a nest of illusions: – They haven’t built a proper staff in twenty years, – They haven’t learned what hospitality even means, – They have no respect, no empathy, – They only have a label, a star, a façade. A disgrace to the island. A disgrace to Michelin. An Eldorado for those who enjoy being dazzled by décor but have no idea what it means to truly look someone in the eye – or what it means to be human."

"Guests should take good care of their things, because my water shoes were stolen on the beach. The sea is clean, and the facilites are great"