Overmanned, puffed-up restaurant in grandiose parkland location - with rooms. An atmospheric cul de sac. Overpriced menu offered anniversary-only aspiring epicurians and trapped travellers the last remnants of nouvelle cuisine and the opportunity to pay twice what a poor meal is worth. Disgraceful mark-up on indifferent wine list. Staff made up for their inexperience with lashings of studied ostentation whilst their seniors carefully juggling obsequious manners with 'superior-than-thou' grins. The Basil Fawltyish head waiter wore plastic white gloves for pity's sake. Some prices (e.g phone calls, cocktails) were indecent.
Any virtue which escaped the pervading pretentiousness was limited to the surrounding gardens, parks, woods and inspired detached orangery facility (weddings, etc)-which collectively impressed but failed to remedy or compensate. Great use of wood (teak) furniture and fittings; but wasted.