I keep reading and re-reading everybody else's review for this place (on TripAdvisor and other sites) and cannot understand how on earth this place gets such great ratings. Maybe people attending the Stratford Festival need to travel a bit more?
Where do I start...
I read in a review "The host was waiting for me at the station when my train arrived". Well lucky you. Turns out we were the only guests in the house that weekend, so the hosts did not bother to greet us. They had left a hand-written note for us at the door. With the wrong password for the wi-fi. The wi-fi, by the way, once we figured out the password, only reached in the living room.
Anyway, I also read the rave reviews about the "an old home full of character", the "real period piece loaded with charm", or even the "the antique atmosphere in the suite". Well, that's great, if your old aunt Mildred's decor of collectable plates and Norman Rockwell's framed reproductions is your thing. The furniture was clean, but of a style from the late 40's. What people call Antiques, I call flee market faux chic.
The bathroom was clean, but extremely awkward. I had to bend down to pee, because of the inclined ceiling. Also, the reservation said we would get a "spa bathtub". Yup. No bathtub.
Lucky for us, although the previous day had been quite warm, the night was...I keep reading and re-reading everybody else's review for this place (on TripAdvisor and other sites) and cannot understand how on earth this place gets such great ratings. Maybe people attending the Stratford Festival need to travel a bit more?
Where do I start...
I read in a review "The host was waiting for me at the station when my train arrived". Well lucky you. Turns out we were the only guests in the house that weekend, so the hosts did not bother to greet us. They had left a hand-written note for us at the door. With the wrong password for the wi-fi. The wi-fi, by the way, once we figured out the password, only reached in the living room.
Anyway, I also read the rave reviews about the "an old home full of character", the "real period piece loaded with charm", or even the "the antique atmosphere in the suite". Well, that's great, if your old aunt Mildred's decor of collectable plates and Norman Rockwell's framed reproductions is your thing. The furniture was clean, but of a style from the late 40's. What people call Antiques, I call flee market faux chic.
The bathroom was clean, but extremely awkward. I had to bend down to pee, because of the inclined ceiling. Also, the reservation said we would get a "spa bathtub". Yup. No bathtub.
Lucky for us, although the previous day had been quite warm, the night was fresh and there was a nice breeze coming from the window. I say lucky for us, because the alternative was to turn on one of the two air conditioning units sitting on the floor, with the exhausts pipes affixed to the windows. These things are so noisy it's a miracle anyone can sleep when they are turned on.
But the greatest disappointment for us was the breakfast. I was looking forward to what others have described as "a cooked breakfast which was delicious", "wonderful breakfast in the morning. This place offered a basket of bagels and fruit", or "delicious breakfast including homemade muffins".
Well. What a let down.
The table was set for the two of us when we arrived. There was a plate with a few squares of what seemed to be an apple cake, which was barely thawed and dripping with water. There was orange juice - not fresh, and coffee was ok.
But breakfast it self was two raisin bread toasts and two slices of bacon, on which they had sprinkled powder sugar, and a few pieces of clementine here and there. None of the "cooked breakfast", "basket of fruits", or any kind of "memorable breakfast" to be had. In fact, we left quite hungry that morning and went straight to a local pub where we had a real breakfast.
I've seen some reviews describe this place a "good value". It is not. This is one of the most expensive and over-rated property in Stratford.More
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