You maybe wondering from all the fawning, gushing reviews and the apparent hyperbole; whether this Frank character is either the next Messiah or some clever mischievous genius hypnotist running a cult under the cover of a charming 'pension'; whereby anyone who stays there then leaves starry eyed and forever smitten.

Well I can put your mind to rest that he is neither. But the facts speak for themselves; nearly one hundred reviews and everyone overwhelmingly positive; not easy to do in this day and age where the slightest oversight can warrant a bitter revenge rant rippling through review sites and the blogosphere.

'Pension Berlin' is clearly a labour of love to him and it would be hard to find a more cosy, memorable place to stay with you living amongst the idiosyncratic pieces of art, and I was very content to just sit at the 'bar' enjoying the free coffee and let my eyes drift from one little eccentricity to the next and wonder how it was made or where it came from. Frank paradoxically runs a tight ship with high standards but in the most relaxed way possible; with spotless rooms and bathroom and clean fresh towels but he himself is easy going, a pleasure to talk to and very flexible. You also have a feeling of privacy and home from home which is what I liked.

So I will stop now before I become in danger of sounding like an acolyte myself. Just go there, you won't regret it.