āļøāļøāļøāļøāļø āAsperion: Where Breakfast Dreams and Charming Staff Collideā
I checked into the Asperion Hotel expecting a decent stay⦠and left wondering if Iād accidentally wandered into a boutique cloud with room service.
My room? Immaculate. Modern. Cosy enough to make me question whether I actually needed to leave it at all. I briefly considered cancelling my plans and just living there forever, sustained by tea and fluffy pillows.
Then came breakfast. Not just any breakfastāthis was a full English symphony cooked by an actual chef (not a toaster in sight). Iām convinced the sausages were blessed by a culinary deity. Yummy doesnāt quite cover itāit was a spiritual experience in bacon.
The staff? Oh, theyāre not just friendly. Theyāre the kind of charming that makes you feel like youāve just walked into a Jane Austen novel, but with Wi-Fi. Kind, warm, and effortlessly helpfulāif theyād offered me a crown and called me āYour Grace,ā I wouldnāt have blinked.
Location-wise, itās a winner. A short stroll to town, shops, and the train stationāperfect for those of us who like our adventures with minimal effort.
Would I come back? Absolutely. I might even bring a suitcase full of bacon as tribute.