Walk through the doors, and you feel it immediately. The vibe is strangely familiar. It’s like attending a business meeting in your aunt’s living room—if your aunt had a projector and a coffee machine.
Rooms are named after local landmarks. Wicksteed Park, Boughton House—these aren’t just names. They’re reminders that you’re in Kettering, not some anonymous business park. It’s a subtle flex, and I love it.
Funny detail: the catering is legendary for its biscuit selection. Seriously. People whisper about the hobnobs like they’re state secrets. Don’t be the person who skips the break—you’ll miss the biscuit gossip.
