Stephen, who was a courteous and responsive long-distance host while I stayed at his place, was solicitous of a favorable review after I left. Overly so I think. So I finally replied: “Hi Stephen. I wish I could write you a positive review, but I can’t. Your place was mostly fine, but I was disappointed by a few things. First, the kitchen is barely functional. The available cookware (what there is) looks like you picked it up the local Goodwill, and there’s no place to put anything. I turned on the oven to heat up some lasagna I bought across the street and in about ten minutes I started to smell something burning. What the hell? When I opened the oven, I discovered it crammed with pots and pans! Not cool. Also, there’s no coffee maker and no microwave. That’s just unacceptable to me, especially in the midst of an epidemic when restaurants and coffee shops are closed or just reopening. Anyway, I hope this feedback helps. If you can take care of these issues, then I’m sure you’ll be more likely to receive positive reviews in the future. Best of luck.” And so Stephen responded like this: “You must be talking about a different apartment. There's definitely a microwave (on top of the fridge), a kettle for coffee, and a working gas oven that you need to remove the inside trays before use, just like any oven. Funny how if you had a problem you didn't mention it to me during your stay.” This prompted the following reply: “I didn’t want to be impolite. But it’s a toaster oven, not a microwave oven, and a kettle boils water. It doesn’t make coffee. And you’re absolutely right—I always take the frying pans, pots and pans etc out of the oven and set them on the floor before baking anything. Space saving! Ingenious.” So there you go. I wasn’t going to post any review, but Stephen pressed me and then failed to do me the courtesy of honestly acknowledging the issues. (No reply.) But hey—Great location!