The on-site restaurant, Brewers Fayre, is where the magic (and the calories) happen. Breakfast is a buffet—think sausages that snap, bacon that crunches, and a toaster that’s clearly never met a slice of bread it didn’t want to burn. I ate three plates. No regrets.
Dinner was… well, it was dinner. The menu is unapologetically British: fish and chips, steak and ale pie, and a “healthy” option that’s probably just a smaller portion of chips. I ordered the burger. It came with a side of fried onions that smelled so good, the table next to me ordered one too. (Sorry, not sorry.)
The bar area is cozy, with a fireplace that’s always lit—even in summer, I swear. I sat there with a pint, watching the sunset turn the cows into silhouettes. It was almost poetic. Almost. Then someone’s kid started crying, and the moment shattered. Still, points for effort.
Location, location, location (and the lack of cows in your bed)
You’re here for the location, obviously. Ten minutes from Gloucester Quays for shopping, 15 from Cheltenham for spas, and right next to a legendary pub, The Little Witcombe Inn. I popped in for a quick pint—and stayed three hours. The barman told me the ghost of a sheep haunts the place. I believed him.
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But the real draw? The walks. You can hike up to the Cotswold Way right from the hotel’s back gate. I tried it. Got lost. Found a cow. Made a friend. (The cow’s name was Derek, I decided.) It’s the kind of accidental adventure that makes you forget you’re staying at a chain hotel.
