You don't get what you pay for here(and that's quite a bit).From the vintage cars in the drive to the walnut veneer on the dresser this is a place with aspirations but little substance.You get the feeling on entering of a genteel but twee country house.The William Morris bar on the ground floor is a cosy little forum for boorish v-neck types with accents to recount tales of business deals and mad rugby trips to "gay Paree"-nudge,nudge,wink,wink.Booked a table for dinner and they forgot about me!!!!The room was small,stuffy and very hot.Didn't get much sleep.Judging from her demeanour the girl who served breakfast was having boyfriend trouble.The menu for the evening dinner looked superb but alas I never got a chance to sample it (I ate in Supermacs that night).They promised to make up for their mistake the following night but had had enough at that stage and ate in la Bodega in town.See my review of Talbot Carlow where I stayed the following week and you'll wonder if I'm unlucky or are the top range hotels in this country all crap
