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The Royal Lion, Lyme Regis, Dorset |
Many moons ago I spent my honeymoon in Lyme Regis. We didn’t have the ready cash for one of those faraway adventures in Mauritius or the Maldives that are far more commonplace today than they were ‘back then’ so we decided to remain closer to home.
I’m guessing that I would likely be long divorced had my original intention of journeying to the Isle of Eigg off Scotland’s west coast, had materialised. The trip would no doubt have involved a choppy boat crossing from Mallaig, the prospect (if I recall correctly) of being off grid and the requirement that all food items would need to be pre-ordered prior to departure and later delivered to wherever I was staying. It simply wouldn’t have worked and I can imagine now how we both would have left the island irate and angry with one another and would likely never have spoken again.
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A missing handle on the desk |
Broad Street was dominated by two hotels: The Royal Lion and the Three Cups. Back in the day, to stay in the Royal Lion or the Three Cups was a big deal. Both properties offered creaky floors, grandfather clocks and traditional British food of the roast beef and Yorkshire pudding variety plus some equally traditional desserts as this was long before the arrival of sticky toffee pudding and Key Lime Pie. With little in the way of disposable income, we dined at the top of Broad Street in the Mad Hatter's restaurant where equally traditional cuisine was just as good but not as pricey.
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A nasty carpet stain... |
I vaguely remember having dinner in the Three Cups, an ethereal experience if ever there was one - or perhaps it was just a long time ago. I remember a darkly lit restaurant, candle light, good food and service, uniformed waiting staff even, but sadly an experience that won’t be repeated. The hotel closed some time ago and remains so today, although there are plans to turn it into apartments. Personally, if I had the money, I would buy it and reopen it as a hotel.
Today, there are, of course, other hotels in Lyme competing with one another and that was the case back in the day too, but the Royal Lion still has pride of place on Broad Street and the Three Cups remains little more than a sleeping partner across the road. The flames of grandiosity and quaintness and tradition at the Royal Lion, however, have flickered and gone out; exactly when (or why) I don’t know, but while the creaky floors are still there and everything is in place, the fire has gone out and what is left, in my humble opinion, is not worth writing home about. I don’t remember who owned the Royal Lion when I used to stay there, but today it is the brewer Hall & Woodhouse and some of the reviews on TripAdvisor leave a lot to be desired.
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Nobody cleaned up the mess! |
I ordered the full English and when it arrived I could tell by the quality of the sausage alone that little care had gone into its preparation; it wasn’t going to be what I remembered, put it that way. Mushy scrambled egg made matters worse; and believe me it’s rare that I don’t finish a traditional hotel-cooked English breakfast. The tea was fine but then it doesn’t take a genius to make a decent cuppa does it? The Royal Lion’s goose was well and truly cooked and we demanded a refund and left a day early. Having forked out just short of £700 for two nights in two rooms we were given £300 back. We thought it was fair enough but a friend said we should have received a full refund. It’s too late now so I guess we’ll have to make do, but sadly, the dream has been shattered. The Royal Lion has lost its roar and I sincerely hope that Hall & Woodhouse, owner of the hotel, isn’t going to continue pushing out the crapola we endured. I can’t believe that an established South West of England brewer is going to sit on its laurels and continue to shatter the dreams of those who pay them a visit. In fact, I’d go further and plead with them to make some drastic changes immediately, give the place a huge makeover, up the game of the place. The rooms need more than a little TLC and the food needs a massive re-think.
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A previous guest's flosser! |
Within a few hours of what should have been day two of our short break I was heading home when I should have been in Lyme enjoying the sea and the Cobb and the Jurassic Coast, but no, I was on my way back to dreary South London and doubtless will never return to Lyme again.