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2025년 6월 14일
Our recent trip to North Wales promised a double delight: conquering Snowdon and finally experiencing a stay at a highly anticipated hotel. We successfully summited Snowdon – a true joy with glorious weather. The hotel, however, was a different story entirely. This establishment held a special place in my mind. Years ago, my late sister adored its gym and legendary Christmas decorations. My cousin celebrated their daughter's wedding here two decades ago, raving about the experience. Even my mother's cousin's children treated their parents to a weekend getaway here. My expectations soared further after seeing the Hairy Bikers and Head Chef Stephen Duffy championing the hotel. Arrival and First Impressions Upon arrival, we were met with a chaotic scene: a film crew's equipment sprawled across the corridors, forcing us to navigate through the spa reception to reach the main desk. Check-in itself was straightforward enough, and we eventually found our room, Room 34. The room was spacious, boasting an impressive amount of wardrobe space and a truly massive bed – two pushed together, which, while offering ample sleeping room, unfortunately blocked access to some electrical outlets. The decor, however, felt dated. A peculiar detail on the balcony was a coil of cable, seemingly left from an unfinished installation – not just untidy, but a potential hazard. That first evening, as we caught up with relatives (the very ones who had their daughter's wedding at the hotel), we admitted to feeling a little underwhelmed by our initial impressions. Our first night's sleep was adequate, though a persistently flashing red light on the phone remained a mystery. A Dismal Breakfast Experience The next morning, breakfast brought further disappointment. The restaurant was partially cordoned off, limiting seating. The menu itself was sparse. Cereal options were limited to a few Kellogg's boxes and some suspiciously cling-filmed Weetabix. Yoghurt choices included small pots of flavored varieties and a bowl of plain, alongside three bowls of tinned fruit: mixed berries, mandarins, and prunes. The prune bowl, shockingly, arrived with a single prune, requiring us to request a refill – which, once provided, lacked a serving spoon. A basic oversight reflecting a significant lack of attention to detail. For the main course, options were limited to smoked salmon with scrambled eggs or a traditional fried breakfast. My partner found the salmon enjoyable. My traditional breakfast, however, was a significant letdown. Despite requesting well-done bacon and sausage, the single slice of bacon was indeed crispy, but the sausage was pale and limp. This sad plate was completed by half a tomato, a wilting and overcooked small flat mushroom, a twice-cooked hash brown, a tasteless black pudding, a small pot of baked beans, and a rubbery fried egg. Hardly the standard of "classic cooking." The most egregious failure, however, was the toast. The breadbasket was half-filled with a m
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