Never in our lives had we been unable to eat baked beans. Yet the breakfast at Lovell Lodge was undercooked to perfection. The poached egg was still transparent, beans were cold and the liquid from the mushroom tin turned our plate into an unedible swimming pool. "Why didn't you complain?" we hear you cry. Because we were too scared of the waiter/waitress (we are still unsure) who never did more than grunt and looked at us with pure hate when we dared to ask for brown toast. When the couple at the table opposite requested more butter and toast that was actually warm you could see the smoke coming out of her ears. We left our entire breakfast (no enquiry as to what was wrong)and checked out. Did we get a "thank you for staying", or the standard "have a nice drive home"? Of course not, yet another grunt. How people like this have employment should at least give us hope that noone need be without work if they do not wish to be. Nice rooms, pretty building and service worthy of Fawlty Towers. Not not to be missed.