Dinner was unappetising. True, the gammon was passable but the chicken....... In fairness, it had probably had a hard life - fostered I imagine by a Roadrunner and trained to win marathons. A tough old bird indeed that complemented the undrinkable house red.
Breakfast was a different kettle of fish. Gone was the sour smell of grey boiled pasta and instead there was bacon - lots of it. And sausages. And hash browns. And beans; fried eggs that still had runny yolk, black pudding, tomatoes, mushrooms, fried bread and much more. Jolly nice toast, croissants and marmalade from a bowl instead of the usual tiny plastic tub.
Our executive room at the back on the fifth floor with a depressing vista of roofs had an elderly tv with a broken aerial lead (fixed within half an hour of calling house keeping) which gave a choice of five or six channels. No bathroom extractor fan, no comments sheet, a double wardrobe with a single width sliding door that required two hands and a bit of luck, an extremely hard bed that we slept well in and hotel information sheets that a previous occupant had chosen to amalgamate with chewing gum.
All in all an OK place for an overnight stay and we were delighted to find a batik designed by my wife when she worked for Calico Printers in the 70's in a display cabinet on the fourth floor.More