We (my son and I) stayed here for about 6 days in Dec. 2018. The Cozee Stay is a very inexpensive option in Chennai and its location was ideal for our purposes (mainly involving visiting my mother and other family elders). The actual room was fine. The WiFi worked (and Google Fi also gave me LTE coverage here). The room was clean, had a good shower (with a geyser button that you turn on) and the excellent location in Mylapore meant there was hardly any road noise or traffic. You can order out for food in Chennai these days, so the lack of nearby restaurants was not a problem. The problems started with the interaction with "management." The Cozee Stay has no manager really and certainly had no one who could interact with internationals. Since I can speak Tamil, this wasn't a problem per se but did result in quite a bit of unintentional entertainment. The Cozee Stay offers a free breakfast every day (which is a great deal for such an inexpensive place). When we sat down for breakfast the first day, there was an immediate problem. There were dosas and idlis in a container, a single plate, a bowl of sambar and a bowl of chutney (and no utensils). Since there were two of us, I requested a plate and additional empty bowls (in order to split the sambar and chutney). Here's where the fun started. The person in charge of dispensing the food (henceforth referred to as THE DUDE) met my request for extra bowls and utensils with a cheerful nonchalance. He asked me why I needed these items since no one else seemed to need them implying that perhaps I had overthought the situation and could settle for a simpler solution. I replied saying (reasonably in my opinion) that I didn't quite know how to eat the food since there was only one bowl of sambar and chutney and no utensils which meant we would have to both double dip into the same bowl of sambar. The dude looked nonplussed for a moment and then responded with the idea that I could pour the sambar into each plate. Since this would result in the dosas and idlis (in the plate) getting soggy from the sambar, I said (once again reasonably) that extra bowls would solve the problem. The dude thought about this some more and then shook his head firmly and responded saying that we were permitted only a single bowl of sambar and likewise a single bowl of chutney. Assuming that I had been misunderstood, I clarified stating that I was merely requesting two *empty* bowls (and utensils). The dude ruminated on this new piece of information for a while and then finally brought us two extra bowls and a single spoon. I again requested more utensils which led to one more round of rumination by the dude but finally we did get two spoons. I then asked if we could get coffee for breakfast. The dude seemed surprised by this request. He responded by saying that no, there was no coffee, but we could get hot tea. I had no response to that but YMMV. Unfortunately, the next day was a Groundhog day reset and we were back to a single plate, no extra bowls and no utensils. A friend of mine suggested that far from us trying to train the staff in (international) eating norms, it was us who were being trained in Tamil ones which apparently involves communal dipping of dosas and idlis into a common sambar bowl and eating them with fingers. Fair enough, but you have been warned that this is the rule rather than the exception. Our stay was also enlivened with more interactions with the dude (who really should audition to participate in a Wodehouse novel). When we discovered that there was only one towel, my son tried calling for an extra one. He got the usual passive/aggressive response that "it would be sent up yesterday." Unfortunately, no towel showed up. My son then contacted the dude who seemed to be hovering around our floor most of the time anyway sort of like a spectre. The dude digested this request once again with taciturn nonchalance and then asked my son to call in the request (despite us having done precisely that). My son then returned to the room and called the main line. You can guess the rest. The dude (!!) took the call and processed the request with his typical august gravity and the towel was dispatched 90 minutes later. What this exchange reveals is that the Cozee Stay is wildly inappropriate for anyone with a purely international background. You have to be accustomed to Tamil/Chennai parochial norms (of eating etc.) since the management has no exposure to anyone else. But, if you are OK with this and don't mind some unintentional hilarity, this is a reasonably inexpensive place for a week in Chennai.