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August 2, 2013

Saracens Head Menu, How Much… For HOW Much???!!!

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

With some help from Himself and the kids Velvetine and I have installed ourselves  in our hotel  room at the Saracens Head Hotel in Great Dunmow and now the troops  declared  themselves hungry and thirsty so the next logical step is to adjourn to the hotel restaurant for lunch.

As with any visit to the United Kingdom we are usually hanging out for a fix of fish and chips, and so duly asked if it were available on the menu please.

It was, but only on the children’s menu and the mention that we had just arrived from abroad and were really looking forward to fish and chips along with a polite request for the adults to please have a child  (or even and adult) portion of fish and chips was as equally politely  refused.

We were rather taken aback but they were adamant, no fish and chips would be served to adults.  We had no clue if this was standard attitude in the UK these days or if it was as it seemed to us, just plain weird. Half of us were keen to go elsewhere for fish and chips for all of us, but we had hit on that age old restaurant dilemma, we didn’t know the town, or where to find fish and chips, we had made ourselves comfortable, it was hot and the cold drinks we had ordered had arrived, and the kids now wanted said fish and chips from this menu.

The adults craving fish and chips were now in the uncomfortable position of the possibility of looking elsewhere with no guarantee of success so sucked it in and took a look at the menu to look at alternative options.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Under  the heading of “light lunch”  we chose “Pan fried Mackerel fillet  on toasted ciabatta served with herbed potato salad (£11,–)” and a “home-made british beef burger, mature cheddar cheese with smoked bacon, skinny chips and mixed salad (£10.50) “, fish and chips  for the kids and added  a portion of pork scratchings because we none of us had ever tried them before and were intrigued.

Our lunch arrived and we were all very hungry. I have to say it was all delicious but clearly “light lunch” actually meant miniscule portions more than mega healthy menu  and all three adults were still hungry after we’d eaten. (the pieces of bread the mackerel was served on were about as long as your thumb). The waitress came to ask if our lunch was ok and Himself  mentioned that it was delicious but there didn’t seem to be much of it, she shrugged  her shoulders in response and said that was how they served it here.

Now somewhat annoyed by these facts we decided to cut our losses and get an earlier than planned fish and chip dinner. The final blow came when the bill arrived, …with added cold drinks for five people the bill came to roughly £55,–  (approx Euro 70,–) which seemed an awful lot  of money for so little food.

It certainly made the job of deciding where to have dinner easier:  at these prices, anywhere but here.  It’s entirely possible we are out of touch with UK prices… is this maybe now the norm? We remembered it being far far cheaper in the past, have things changed so much in recent years since we were last here?

There is certainly nothing wrong with the food, but the tiny amount for so much, has definitely put us off returning  here again. Live and learn.  We leave still hungry, poorer and wiser.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

August 1, 2013

The Saracens Head Hotel in Great Dunmow… Our Easier Alternative…

Filed under: Accomodation,ENGLAND,Great Dunmow,PHOTOGRAPHY — kiwidutch @ 1:00 am
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(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Another page of my last summer’s diary and we have arrived in the English village of Great Dunmow and our Singaporean friend and I are off to make ourselves comfortable at the  Saracens Head Hotel.

My foot injury leaves me in no condition to crawl in and out of sleeping bags, or to hobble across a field to a lavatory in the middle of the night on crutches, and Velvetine, direct from her tropical home is worried that she may freeze to death in an English summer.

We assure her it’s probably not possible but Northern european summers being what they are, I wouldn’t actually want to swear to that with any guarantee.

The hotel is situated at one end of what appears to be the main street of the village and has an ample car park area at the back.

She and I are going to share a hotel room and leave Himself and the kids to the joys of sleeping under canvas with the rest of the group we are meeting up with. With my offspring racing our suitcases on wheels like wannabe Formula 1 racing drivers, we go to check out our hotel room. It’s a twin room with all mod cons and will do very nicely indeed. Let’s take a look around…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

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(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

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