I stepped into this place yesterday, during the second wave of frostbite that my fingers were going through (or at least in a possibly over dramatic way, that's what it felt like). So my first priority was just simply to sit by a radiator, which was quite hard to do apparently, until they found what looked like something straight from my grandpa's house/the seventies. A little beige number whirring, like a washing machine was all the radiators they had in this room, and the young porter thankfully wacked it up to 7 (which was the highest gauge...?)
I ordered just a cup of tea, and was ready for them to charge me over £3, to which I was already becoming indignant about (in my head), but in fact it was only £1.40, so that was fair. There was nothing special about it, but it did the job well enough. So i sat there in the Hart's bar, all alone, in the slightly faded grandeur, and above the glass dome which rises above the inside swimming pool, and I thought to myself, "well isn't this weird, but nice."
And I think that would be about my assessment of the Hotel as a whole. I haven't stayed here, and I haven't eaten here, but I have drunk here before, so that's the best of the three in so many ways.
Back to what I was saying...The White Hart is a really nice, because it is genuinely old (16th century) and it is a proper hotel, so you feel snug and comfortable, yet it's also weird because you sense it's not as good as you could imagine it being, and perhaps it's a little faulty towers (e.g. the weird little radiator). It's a mix between Agatha Christie novels, and faulty towers, if you could imagine such a thing.
But I like it. read more