On Friday night we took the Hilton up on their offer of a complimentary stay at their Nottingham hotel. We’d stayed here before and not enjoyed it because of the street noise (single glazed windows) and the creaky floors above (I thought an elephant was preparing to attack!)
We stopped in at The Paper Mills in Wansford on our way. I enjoyed a delicious crayfish and lemon mayo sandwich whilst Adam had what he calls a ‘salad sandwich with bacon’ (BLT!)
Wansford is a pretty village with a big, what is ed wide road through the middle of it, buy information pills and a narrow bridge that encourages aggressive drivers to force passive drivers backwards when they meet half way! There are a couple of pubs, a hotel, a bistro and a nice little boutique selling plenty of Vivienne Westwood.
In Nottingham we went and put flowers on Adam’s aunts grave. I have never in my life felt compelled in any way to visit the grave of someone I have known, even though I have a fascination with cemeteries and graveyards (and as a child I tended a random grave from the 1800’s with my friend Emma!) But this is different, it’s someone I knew and cared about, and someone who Adam loved/s dearly.
We popped to Ikea and looked at lots of things, I criticised the majority of them and we left, only stopping to by some bunny juice! Then we headed into the City centre and checked in to our hotel.
Having traipsed along the corridor, passed all the 520’s and 510’s, I found our room, 523. At first I thought they’d accidentally booked us in to a cupboard, but then I saw the bed, the toilet, and the complimentary bottle of wine and realised everything was okay! Poor Adam though, it took him over half-an-hour to find a parking space.
For dinner we ate in the hotel restaurant – Nicholson’s Bar and Diner. The decor in Nicholsons is a disjointed and eclectic mix of modern European boutique and retro styling (a la Austin Powers). ‘Our unique style of diner takes sophistication to a new level’, their website says. Interesting!
Adam and I both had the ribeye steak, to which I say, ‘Hmmm’. For pudding Adam had baked cheesecake, which I am sure was from a packet mix, but my pudding was even more comedy. Hot and Cold Apple Crumble Sundae, turned out to be vanilla ice-cream with frozen berries, some chunks of brown uncooked apple and a broken digestive biscuit… in a tall glass! I know it was digestive biscuit because some of the bits were quite large and had the little dimples in them.
The waitress was very lovely and apologetic, offering to bring me something else, but it was getting late and the creaky little bed was calling to us from the room that felt like a caravan (I thought they’d said ‘suite’ but maybe they said ‘sweet’, as in bijou!)
Our room was at the back of the hotel, so far-away from the street noise, but the single glazed windows didn’t block out the whir of the air-con machines. I am so used to the peace, quiet and absolute stillness of the Fens, so I know I’m going to be more alert to any noise, and although it’s an ugly view, I’m really into industrial buildings, so it’s okay!
I wasn’t so keen on the decor of the room though, it really, really did need some refurbishing, and it’s not right or fair to paint over the light above the bathroom mirror!
At breakfast I noticed a lot of big hair and shiny ribbons – the hotel was FULL of cheerleaders! I ate my granola and banana chips as fast as I could. This is not the breakfast of champions, this the breakfast of someone who is not good at eating breakfast!
It’s an interesting building, but very, VERY tired. The staff were friendly, and I loved the great big fish tank in reception and the colourful tiled floor in the bar (top image), but I wouldn’t be going back there if I hadn’t accidentally left two jackets in the wardrobe and not been able to get them posted to me!
The room rate at the Hilton Nottingham was £96 including breakfast and our 2 course meal and drinks came to £41. We paid £1. I’m not being ungrateful, I’m just being honest 🙂