This hotel appears to have seen better days. An interesting building pock marked with peeling paint.
As I walked to the main entrance wheeling my suitcase, I passed a young man crouching on the ground smoking. The reception desk was unmanned and I waited several minutes until the young man, who it appeared was the receptionist, walked in and seemed surprised to see me waiting.
This was the beginning of an inauspicious stay. There is a choice of service here, take it or leave it. Apart from the barman no-one seemed bothered whether they served you or not. There was a certain brisk detachment as if the staff were surprised that anyone was staying there at all, and I can see why. The whole place was unloved. From the peeling paint outside to the bog standard anonymous bedroom to the over the top bordello decoration of the bar and lounge area the hotel reminded me of a an elderly lady down on her uppers wearing an opulent fur coat over a faded pinny.
I ate in the bar and while the vegetable lasagne was OK, probably Brake Bros finest, asking for French dressing was clearly a mistake. The waitress (manager maybe?) took my salad to the kitchen and then brought it back with a small pot of red liquid, saying she'd brought it separate in case I didn't like it. Thank goodness for that - it was vile! It tasted like watered down BBQ sauce. Whatever it was it wasn't French dressing.
I decided to go to bed as the atmosphere in the bar was dreary and reminiscent of an undertaker's waiting room. However, I checked to see if the room had a hair dryer before I went to bed. It didn't. It had a hairdryer stand and a hairdryer nozzle, but no hair dryer. Returning to reception I asked the young man for one. He dashed off and reappeared some time later without one only to find one on the reception desk which I took to my room. Next morning it failed to work. I returned to reception and the different receptionist explained that they were funny hairdryers, plugged it in and it worked straight away. Feeling rather foolish I trailed back to the room and had another go but it still wouldn't work. Clearly I didn't have the knack.
I then walked into the joyless dining room for breakfast. The waitress and a few female guests breakfasting together all looked up as I entered and then looked away ignoring me. I found a table, and, lacking a menu went to the buffet table and helped myself. Although the food was adequate there was no choice apart from take it or leave it again. I advise you to do the latter. less