Once advertised in one one of those ghastly Groupon circulars I had signed up to, which I readily…read morecommitted to junk mail. Just imagine booking a holiday via Groupon to find you're vacationing with with a bunch of voucher wielding cheapos who barge past you at breakfast to squirrel the croissants in their beach bags at the buffet.
Somehow I stumbled on the Balmer Lawn's details again, after the offer had expired, but they were only too happy to accommodate our large party with an equally competitive offer! B I N G O!
Just a 2 hour drive from the Big Smoke and you're in the beautiful New Forest, said Google Maps. Screw you Google Maps! Don't drive! There is a train station 10 minutes walk away and a handful of excellent pubs to refresh you on arrival should you find the train via Southampton an ordeal.
After being stuck in traffic for three hours, driving on the open road of the New Forest leading up to the Balmer Lawn is something to behold, everything you want in a country resort. It's a beacon of quintessential British grandeur with darling little New Forest ponies and cows grazing on the grounds, gentile clacks of cricket bats being played on the lawns with the bright whites of players dotted in the sun and a welcoming patio bar area with the soothing trickle of a fountain to offer it's soundtrack whilst gazing on this perfect vista.
With road rage from the drive tightly bound in my shoulders I could realise my dreams of swanning about the establishment like Little Britain's Bubbles de Vere, getting a massage and generally enjoying a lot of lolling around.
It's grand reception walls are lined with it's history, there's a documented photographed survival through fires and floods and 90s floral motifs which this establishment sadly has not recovered from. It is perhaps these touches that make it cling to it's 4 stars, just about.
So after my ghastly journey I wanted to sling my luggage on a luggage rack and raid the mini-bar. I could do neither. No luggage rack, NO MINI-BAR, I almost called down to reception to ask if there was a problem, but none of my neighbours had one either.
Leaving my bag askew in search for an evening cocktail, we were pleasantly greeted by great bar staff, happy to cater to our picky whims. Not so knowledgeable on well known cocktails, so some training wouldn't go amiss, however we were still delighted and entertained by the bar staffs efforts. They had cucumber for Hendicks Gin so +points, but not knowing what a Negroni was, 0 points.
The grounds and pools, yes pool-S, were fantastic. Where I'd worried about competing for the jacuzzi and sauna among Groupon wielding sunglouger hogging types, we pretty much had the place to ourselves in early June! So we enjoyed pool keepie uppy til our hearts were content and dive bombing and ducking each other and all other usual pool faux pas in the outdoor heated and indoor pools like 10 year olds allowing us to leave all our city stresses behind.
Food service here, however wasn't terribly fine. In a maddening farcical two hour wait for a half dozen sandwiches, we had to reorder thrice! Some communication on what could have been the problem in the kitchen would have made us a little more understanding and we could have just gone to the pub next door as there was clearly an issue, possibly down to running out of bread? Sadly we wasted a lot of an afternoon for a swift repas.
Come supper time there was a fairly decent menu, offering typical British local food, I had the Pigeon (a tad over done) and balsamic lentils, but most excitingly of all I ordered their Panache of vegetables.
The meal was served with every ounce of warmth and panache that they could pull the stops out for, but when I received my PANACHE of vegetables. I was surprised at their Flamboyant Confidence in serving me what was basically microwaved carrot and cauliflower. No Frills. At. All. Hilarious. Picture attached.
Otherwise feeling truly pampered a la Bubbles De Vere, Balmer Lawn's staff did everything to make our large group feel welcome and cared for, even so far as to pack us away with sausages AND croissants from the breakfast buffet for our afternoon walk. The only squirrelling away was done by the, well, local squirrels.