|Hamlet in the middle of nowhere, but with lots of trees|
|Cabin where you can take the waters behind random sculptures of horses not taking the waters|
|Beer aux chestnuts plus gnat's pee lager|
After our apero, we went back to the hotel to see if the table was free. It wasn't, so we popped over the road to wait for a table at the restaurant there. We sat outside with a glass of local rosé each and exchanged merry banter with the chaotic but laid back guy in charge who would have trouble organising his way out of a paper bag. We were directly opposite the hotel. If the lady there had popped her head outside the door she'd have seen us. She told us later that 5 mins after she sent us away, three tables became free and she was searching for us high and low. In the hotel. She didn't find us cos we were over the road, 5 metres away, waiting for a table there. There's something bizarre about spa town folk...
Eventually we were invited in to the restaurant and got a table on the terrace overlooking the river. Good thing we weren't in a hurry because the restaurant service was as haphazard as the bar service. Good thing it was worth waiting for too - lovely fresh food, not vacuum packed or frozen. There was no choice - they were chaotic but bossy - rillettes de poisson followed by duck breast in a creamy sauce with cracked wheat, courgettes and carrots in tidy piles. We got a bottle of a different rosé and were not charged for the first two glasses, not sure if they just forgot (probably), or were making a peace-offering.
Next morning, my DB wanted to go down to move his motorbike, but couldn't open the door at the bottom of our stairs - the handle had fallen off on the other side. He returned to our room to call reception, and they came up to rescue us without being too bothered by the fact that we could have all been burnt in our beds. I suppose we could have nipped out onto the roof and fallen through the tiles or lost our footing and gone rolling off to land with a splat onto the pavement below as alternative to a fiery demise. They charged us only €70 for the room instead of €76, giving us the €6 off for danger money I expect.
We left, thankful to be alive, hungry, and amused at the parallel universe nature of those spa town folks.
There must be something in the water....ReplyDelete
Indeed! The sparkling water from there is 'Vals', best taken in moderation I reckon if you don't want to end up as mad as the residents!Delete
This kind of trip really makes you appreciate where you live. :-)ReplyDelete
It does, it's one of the advantages of travelling! :)Delete
Ha! This is my kind of travel post. I love to hear about all the odd things, the frustrations and irritations. So glad your meal was worth the wait - we are terrible for waiting, we get too hungry then end up quietly arguing with each other rather than make a fuss and ask where our food is.ReplyDelete
So pleased you weren't burned alive ;-)
My DB was getting to the point of 'sod it, let's go, I'm not even hungry any more' but at that moment, fortuitously, the guy came to fetch us. :)Delete
We were pleased to walk out unscathed too, couldn't quite understand their frivolous attitude to the door handle though!
Sounds like the wait was worth it. Would've been nice if she had found you two earlier. But hey, good food and a fantastic view overlooking the river....ReplyDelete
Yes, it's all part of a holiday isn't it, seeing what happens and being pleasantly or unpleasantly surprised. Very stimulating!Delete