The management team at Quebec House are scarily friendly. They actually remember your name, which is either heartwarming or deeply suspicious—I’m still deciding. They run events like movie nights and pub quizzes, which is how you’ll meet your new best mate, or at least someone who can lend you a charger.
One thing to note: the maintenance team is fast, like “they fix a leaky tap before you’ve finished complaining about it” fast. That’s the kind of witchcraft you don’t question—you just bow your head in gratitude. Unless the issue is a clogged drain from your questionable cooking experiments; then, fair warning, they might judge you.
