The Palace Hotel, Manchester
Recently, I’ve found myself enjoying a number of overnight stays across the north west and as far as Germany. With deadline after deadline at work and a never ending stack of marking and assessments, I’ve really valued each night away. None more so than this weekend’s visit to The Palace Hotel, Manchester.
Stepping through the glass facade, the large queue at the hotel lobby detracted me from the impressive entrance hall. However, I needn’t had worried. Before I had even had time to send a text, a receptionist was waiting to take my details and ask if I required any morning newspapers. Within minutes, I was on my way to the room, with Trip Advisor reviewer’s words of doom ringing in my head. Previous reviews had stated it was difficult to find some rooms. Ours was no different. This wasn’t due to the hotel’s signage, but our inability to believe our incredible good luck. The hotel had assigned us to a suite!
The Christopher Columbus suite to be precise. Tentatively opening the door, we were welcomed by a huge sitting room complete with leather sofas, flat-screen television and a writing desk. Giddy at such luck, we raced through to the bedroom to find a huge, four poster bed with two soft, towelling robes and a pair of slippers awaiting. Now, maybe it’s just me but I’m guessing not, a perk of hotel rooms are the toiletries and my, I was not disappointed. They had even included a razor, foam, toothbrush and paste and emery board, as well as the usual soap and shower gel.
Honestly, the suite was larger than the ground floor of my home and as I lay in bed that night, I found myself wishing I had booked the whole weekend. Will I stay again? Most definitely. For me, the reviews on Trip Advisor were minor details which were insignificant to us during our stay.