Utente ospite
3 luglio 2024
My husband and I were invited by Boodles to be guests of their tennis event at Stoke Park. Stoke Park is currently closed for renovation so I looked for a hotel in the area to stay at and found The Langley. The hotel looked stunning, and I booked a Junior Suite in the main house online through the Marriot App. Communication prior to arrival was good in terms of quantity, but on several occassions details were wrong and had to be corrected to what I had requested. ARRIVAL We drove up the long driveway to the hotel. The hotel had asked us before our arrival time and we arrived bang on time. Nobody was there to greet us, (unlike Gleneagles in Scotland or Grantley Hall in Ripon). Nobody were there to take our luggage. I went up the stairs to the main reception and it was empty. I called out 'hello' but nobody came. Two guests appeared from the bar area and one said to me "don't bother, the service in this hotel is crap". Not a good start. After ten minutes a young man from New Zealand appeared and checked us in and sent a porter out to the car to collect the luggage. He gave us a tour of the hotel and showed us to our Room 16, The Lord Marlborough, which had letters missing from its name. The Room was large but badly laid out. There was a note from The Front of House team addressed only to me, not to my husband and I. The bed was in the middle of the room with a large headboard that had double sockets above each bedside table. In front of the bed in the window was a large roll top bath. Not to my taste and especially as this was at the sacrifice of a seating area and blocked the view from the window, a window seat and sofa would have been better but I accept this is personal taste. The only seat was a small chair and foot stool, so if two people wanted to sit and relax one couldn't. The kettle and tea etc was in the wardrobe behind the headboard. Unusually there were no biscuits in the tray and the selection of tea was limited. The only milk was four horrible UHT pods, a five star hotel should provide fresh milk in the fridge of the room. We looked for a plug to boil the kettle and the only one we could find, apart from the ones on the bedside table was under the dressing table and had the hotel tablet plugged into it. Therefore you had to crawl under the dressing table, unplug the table and plug the kettle in on the carpet. If you wanted to dry your hair, again the same obsticle course. The sink in the shower room was tiny and the tap so low you couldn't fit the kettle under the tap so had to use the tap in the shower. The tray in the shower was too small to fit the shower gel, shampoo and conditioner. We couldn't get the televison to work and when the concierge came up he said we had to unplug the tv and turn it on again. The plug socket was in the floor under the large cabinet which housed the television, and chilled cabinet which didn't keeps drinks cold at all. The concierge said the plug should have been put on the wal
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