It was ... weak.
Take the plot of the early episode "Dear Sexy Knickers," throw in a little of Woody Allen's Bananas, and set it all at a Spanish hotel, and you've got the whole thing. The pacing is slow, half the jokes stop making sense out of context, and you're left at the end wondering if maybe the show wasn't quite so good as you remember it being.
Oh well! Back to Netflix it goes.