Having never been to Kilkenny before, it was all levels of excitement when my boyfriend surprised me with a weekend away at Lyrath Estate. Premonitions of strolling around the five star hotel’s luxe gardens, (pre hanging in the spa) were obviously occurring for the following days prior.
What to pack?! What treatments to choose?!
And so off we spun to the country manor, loving life and the bank holiday feels….
Alas the weather was pretty vile and so the crisp fresh air walks didn’t occur, but then realistically what was i thinking. Never going to happen. The hotel itself is lovely, all boston ivy and manicured lawns and grand piano vibes. BUT my notions of a chilled out break were whisked swiftly away upon check in.
Obviously I planned on checking in as early as possible and obviously I was running a few hours late. But we still didn’t manage to miss the check in/out rush… The place was manic. Busiest weekend of the year and all that.
My luck was out regarding the spa… During the couple of days prior to the trip, I phoned/left voicemails/phoned again to book in for a treatment or two, having obbsessively and compulsively browsed their online spa brochure. But it wasn’t to be – I missed their phone call back and my returned call went unanswered. Devo.
But really once you’ve a hydrotherapy pool or two to chill in it’s not the end of the world. Life goes on.
To the spa it was. Or not. Bizzarely the pool/hot tub/sauna area was by appointment only. And was booked out. SRSLY. Words can’t describe how hard done by I felt at that particular moment in time! The rage. The disappointment. The mourning for what could have been.
My poor boyfriend – I may have whinged and moaned and bitched forever. I stand by everything – “IMO residents of the hotel should have complimentary access to the spa facilities… Or at least if not the guests should be informed when bookin their stay. How and ever I digress – We were eventually offered a hydrotherapy slot for the Monday morning (which actually wasn’t complimentary after all!) but refrained due to it’s undesirably early start.
So far, so not #thedream, but the forthcoming food babies made up for it. Oh the food. So delicious. We dined in the hotel’s La Perla restaurant, which was all kinds of amazing. I went for lobster to start with steak for main- and both were divine.
Side note – I truly wish I was someone who doesn’t love food quite so much… All the foods. They literally makes me so happy. Why must they make me fat also. Why can’t I give my fat to those in need?! Somebody needs to get on that. I’ll happily donate. Imagine an app for that.
Desserts were creme brulee (yum) and a mikado cheesecake which was basically a giant mikado biscuit. Also yum!
The breakfasts were pretty incredible also. We opted for room delivery rather than the buffet, which bode well for me in that I was physically unable to insatiably eat everything on option multiply by ten. God no, just the full Irish, porridge, fruit, pastries and breads for me. Ta luv!
And so with heavy bellies we rolled back to Dublin on the Monday afternoon (making an obligatory pitstop in Kildare Village en route, obvz)…