10/10
Stayed at The Yorkshire Hotel in Harrogate and let me tell you — it’s the kind of place where you half expect the receptionist to offer you a cuppa and ask if your whippet needs owt.
From the outside, it looks like it’s been standing proudly since before gravy was invented (a grim time we try not to talk about). Inside? Fancy. Proper fancy. Like someone gave Betty’s Tea Room a promotion and a scented candle.
The rooms were lush — comfy beds, posh bathrooms, and views over Harrogate that’ll make you question why you ever went abroad. I asked for a wake-up call and they nearly shouted “Eeeeh up! Time’s gettin’ on!” down the phone. Glorious.
Only complaint? No actual whippets in the lounge. Not one. I asked the barman and he said, “Health and safety, love.” Shame. Would’ve given it six stars if they’d had a communal dog.
Gravy rating: 10/10. Hospitality: warmer than a pie fresh out the oven. Will return with a flat cap and unrealistic property aspirations.
Mark
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