Southampton's Hamlet Inn: Your Royal Escape Awaits!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into Southampton's Hamlet Inn: Your Royal Escape Awaits! And let me tell you, this wasn't just a stay; it was an experience. I'm not talking about some perfectly polished, predictable review, oh no. This is the raw, unfiltered, and occasionally rambling truth. Consider this your unofficial guide, warts and all.
First Impressions (and My Own Personal Baggage - Literally!)
Right off the bat, "Royal Escape" is a bold claim, yeah? But hey, a girl can dream, right? My initial reaction upon arrival? Relief. Pure, unadulterated relief. I’d just wrestled my suitcase (which is bigger than my car) through the pouring rain and desperately needed a place to collapse. Thankfully, Hamlet Inn has an elevator, thank the travel Gods! Now, I'm not a princess, but I do appreciate a little help hauling my luggage. I think the accessibility is pretty darn good; I saw facilities for disabled guests and the elevator, and that’s a win in my book.
And the doorman? He practically beamed as he helped me with the aforementioned suitcase. Instant points for service. Speaking of service, the front desk [24-hour] is a lifesaver. I had some minor issues arriving late in the evening and they were super helpful. Apparently, they also have a concierge, but I didn't need their services – I was too busy collapsing on the massive extra long bed in my room.
The Room: Sanctuary or… Well, It Depends!
Okay, let's be real: finding a decent hotel room can feel like winning the lottery. The Air conditioning was blessedly working. My particular room had those wonderful blackout curtains that are a lifesaver for light sleepers like me. I sunk into the slippers, which were plush and cozy, almost immediately after I locked the door. Yes! They even had a bathroom phone, which I'm sure someone, somewhere, uses. I may or may not have accidentally ordered room service dialing around.
The Internet access – wireless was, thankfully, reliable. Internet access – LAN available. And, for those of you who, like me, need to upload everything IMMEDIATELY, there's Wi-Fi [free] in the rooms and Wi-Fi in public areas, so thank goodness for that. The desk was perfect for a working setup, and I confess, the Complimentary tea was a godsend after the long journey. My room was clean. It wasn’t surgically clean and, while I'm certainly not one to get all wound up about perfection, the room was certainly clean.
The Daily housekeeping really did a great job.
The Safety/security feature were quite visible, and appreciated. This includes Smoke alarms, a fire extinguisher, and Safety deposit boxes.
Food, Glorious Food! (And the Occasional Hiccup)
Okay, let's talk about the food. After all, a Royal Escape needs a royal spread, right?
First, The Breakfast [buffet]. My impression? Okay, but not overwhelmingly wow. They had all the usual suspects: pastries, fruit, an omelet station. Asian breakfast was apparently an option (Didn't try it), and their Coffee/tea in restaurant was decent. The Breakfast in room option is nice, if you're feeling particularly lazy, and you can grab some Breakfast takeaway service if you are in a rush. I'd say the International cuisine in restaurant was reliable.
Now, about that Room service [24-hour]… I may, or may not, have tested the limits of the menu at 2 AM. Let's just say the burger was surprisingly delicious, even at that hour. I can understand the need for Alternative meal arrangement. This is nice for dietary needs.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking - A Smattering of Options
Restaurants and a Poolside bar are open! The Snack bar is decent for a grab and go snack. There is also Desserts in restaurant.
Things to Do (and Ways to Relax!): The Spa, the Pool, and the Gym (Oh My!)
This is where the Hamlet Inn really shines, in my opinion. If you're looking to relax, you're in luck!
Spa/sauna: The spa was the real MVP of my stay. I had a massage that practically melted my shoulders into a puddle of bliss. The Body scrub was fabulous, and the Body wrap… well, let's just say I felt like a luxurious burrito afterward. They have a Steamroom and Foot bath too.
Swimming pool [outdoor]: The pool with view was picture-perfect.
Fitness center: I am… well, let's just say I intended to spend some time in the Fitness center and had intentions of using the Gym/fitness resources, but the spa won.
Cleanliness and Safety: Worthy of a Royal Decree?
Alright, let’s address the elephant in the room (or, you know, the invisible cloud of germs): COVID-19. Look, I'm not a germaphobe, but I appreciate a hotel that cares. The Hamlet Inn seems to have seriously upped its game. They had Anti-viral cleaning products, and evidence of Daily disinfection in common areas. The option for Room sanitization opt-out available. They were cleaning everything, and I felt a little bit safer than I have in some recent hotel. Sanitized kitchen and tableware items were nice. They also have First aid kit, Hand sanitizer, and there is Staff trained in safety protocol. I’m not sure how they got it all in there, but they sure did their best.
Overall, I felt that the Hygiene certification and all those other precautions created a pretty secure environment.
Services and Conveniences: The Good, the Bad, and the Hilariously Unnecessary
The Air conditioning in public area was much appreciated. As I've mentioned, there's Daily housekeeping, which is a lifesaver. The Elevator is a lifesaver. There's Cash withdrawal, a Cashless payment service, and the Convenience store is so good to have. There's Dry cleaning, and Ironing service, and Laundry service.
For the Kids: Family/child friendly
The Hotel has options for kids. Such as the Babysitting service.
Getting Around: Airport transfer
There's also Airport transfer available.
Business and Events: Serious or Silly?
Okay, the Hamlet Inn isn't just for relaxing; it also caters to the corporate crowd. There are Meeting/banquet facilities, Meetings, and Seminars. The Projector/LED display looked pretty slick.
My Final Verdict (the Rambling Conclusion!)
So, would I recommend Southampton's Hamlet Inn: Your Royal Escape Awaits!? Absolutely. It wasn't perfect (no place is, let's be honest), but it was a genuinely pleasant stay. It has the basics, the amenities are pretty, and let's face it, sometimes you just need a good, clean room, a decent meal, and a spa treatment that will make you forget all your troubles. The imperfections made it memorable, and the staff's friendliness and willingness to help meant a lot.
To summarize, here's what works and what doesn't:
- Accessibility: Great!
- Food: Generally decent, but breakfast buffets can be a bit hit-or-miss.
- Things to Do: Spa is a HUGE win!
- Cleanliness: Felt safe.
- Value: Definitely worth it, especially for what's included.
Final grade: 4.5 out of 5 stars.
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Alright, buckle up buttercup, because we're not just visiting Southampton, we're experiencing it. And let me tell you, after spending a week at the Hamlet Inn? My brain is still sorting itself out. This isn't your perfectly-polished, influencer-approved itinerary. This is real life, people. Expect the unexpected. Expect me to whinge. Expect me to absolutely fall in love with something ridiculous. And expect me to probably need a nap afterwards.
Hamlet Inn Southampton: A Messy, Glorious Week
Day 1: Arrival! (and immediate existential dread)
- 1:00 PM: Arrive at JFK. Honestly, the airport chaos almost made me turn around and go back to my perfectly acceptable apartment. But Southampton! Hamptons! Glamour! (said with dripping sarcasm, because, hello, BUDGET TRAVELER). The Uber, a beige sedan that clearly hadn't seen a car wash since the Clinton administration, finally arrives at the airport after a lot of waiting.
- 3:00 PM: Check-in at the Hamlet Inn. Okay, first impressions? Charming. That classic Hamptons aesthetic… you know, the one that whispers "expensive" in your ear. The lobby smells faintly of lemon and old money. I'm already judging everyone's linen pants.
- 3:30 PM: The room! It’s… quaint. Okay, tiny, actually. But clean! And the view… well, it's of a brick wall. (Cue dramatic sigh). But hey, at least there's a bed. And maybe a decent WiFi signal. (Important for a work-from-home-turned-work-from-Hamptons-during-the-off-season kind of person like myself.)
- 4:00 PM: The existential dread sets in. I'm alone. In the Hampton's! Why did I think this was a good idea? (Rant over, for now.)
- 5:00 PM: Explore! Wandering aimlessly around Southampton Village. First thoughts: Everything is perfectly manicured. The lawns! The flowers! It's like a real-life Stepford Wives convention. I swear, I saw a dog with a perfectly sculpted topiary haircut.
- 6:30 PM: Dinner at a local pub. Fish and chips. Standard. Pretty good, actually. The bartender, a guy who looked like he'd seen a few too many sunsets, gives me the lowdown on local gossip. Turns out, the Hamptons isn't all glitz and glamour. Who knew?!
- 8:00 PM: Bed. Exhausted. And already plotting my escape route.
Day 2: Beach Bumming (sort of)
- 9:00 AM: Breakfast at the Inn. Continental. Think stale pastries and weak coffee. (Okay, I'm officially whining now.)
- 10:00 AM: The Beach! (Finally!) Flying Point Beach, I think? The sand is impossibly white. The ocean, cold as hell. I spend a good hour battling the wind and the realization that I forgot my sunscreen. Idiot.
- 11:00 AM - 1:00 PM: Beach Meditation (aka, me staring at the horizon while battling inner demons). The ocean’s therapeutic. (But also, the wind. The biting wind).
- 1:30 PM: Lunch. A surprisingly decent lobster roll from a shack near the beach. Okay, I'm starting to get the appeal.
- 2:30 PM: Walk the village. Browse some antique shops… because, well, I need to look cultured. Most of the items are eye-wateringly expensive. I find a vintage postcard of Southampton, and I buy it.
- 4:00 PM: The Hamlet Inn Pool: I get a glimpse of the pool and realize is probably the size of a bathtub. I give it a pass.
- 7:00 PM: Dinner. Trying to get myself to go to one of the fancy restaurants. But I'm suddenly feeling insecure about rocking up alone. End up with Pizza. Again. At least it was good pizza. Seriously, how can this place that feels so fancy to me also have good pizza?
- 9:00 PM: Back to the hotel. Staring at the brick wall. Wondering if I should order a pizza. Or maybe a whole cake.
Day 3: Culture (and existential triumph!)
- 9:00 AM: Breakfast. Same as before. (Still whining).
- 10:00 AM: The Parrish Art Museum. Okay, wow. I mean, I’m no art critic, but the works are actually inspiring. And the galleries are beautiful. I find myself actually feeling emotions, which is a triumph after the previous day.
- 12:00 PM: Lunch at a café near the museum (much better coffee!). People watching. I see a woman wearing a fabulous hat and a ridiculously expensive handbag and just… love it.
- 1:00 PM: A hike through the Avalon Preserve. This is what changed my mind. I think I fell in love. The forest! The air! The utter silence! (Bonus: I didn’t see a single perfectly-groomed dog.)
- 3:00 PM: Exploring the shops on Main Street. I get hit by a wave of nostalgia in a boutique and buy a useless, but gorgeous hand soap.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner at a local restaurant. Grilled fish and some local wine. Wow. I think my idea about the area turns around.
- 8:00 PM: Evening walk. The village is even more charming at night. The lights! The vibe! I feel optimistic. (briefly).
Day 4: Doubling Down and Diving Deep
I decide to go back to the Avalon Preserve. I walked for a couple of hours on Day 3 and I wanted to feel more of that feeling.
- 10:00 AM: Return to Avalon Preserve. This time, I head for another trail. It was gorgeous. This time I saw turtles. They looked ancient.
- 12:00 PM: I find a bench. I sit and I stare. I think. I reflect. It felt good.
- 1:00 PM: Head back and grabbed a sandwich. The taste was good.
- 2:30 PM: The rest of my day blurred together. I got carried away with the beauty of the place, the food, the people and I was a different person now. I think.
- 6:00 PM: Return to the Inn feeling relaxed
- 8:00 PM: Dinner. I have a feeling. This is the best day of the trip so far.
Day 5: The Hamptons is a Feeling
- 10:00 AM: Check-out. I was going to stay longer. But things come to an end.
- 11:00 AM: I head to my next destination.
- 1:00 PM: Bye Bye!
Final Thoughts:
Okay, look, the Hamlet Inn isn't perfect. It’s probably overpriced. The room was smaller than my laundry room. But… the Hamptons? It's a feeling. It's the ocean breeze, the perfect light, the sense of possibility, the juxtaposition of everything. It's the quiet moments, the great food, the art, and the beauty. I hate to admit it, but I might actually consider coming back. And for this messy soul? That's saying something. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go lie down.
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The Hamlet Inn: FAQs... Or, Rants & Revelations! (Choose Your Adventure)
Is the Hamlet Inn REALLY "Royal"? Because, let's be honest, that's a big promise.
Okay, "Royal" is a *bit* of a stretch. I mean, you won't find any actual crown jewels lounging on the breakfast buffet (though... wouldn't that be a story?). But… *here’s the tea*. It *feels* royal-adjacent. Think more "eccentric aunt with a slightly crumbling manor" than actual Buckingham Palace. There's a certain… stateliness to the place. The wallpaper is definitely old-school; I swear I saw a tiny squirrel dart behind a tapestry once. And the staff? Bless their hearts, they're trying. One elderly gentleman (I swear, he might be a ghost) was *obsessed* with polishing the brass doorknobs. I mean, obsessively polishing. It was both comforting and slightly unnerving. So, royal-ish? Maybe. Charming, character-filled, and occasionally slightly bonkers? Absolutely.
What's the deal with the food? Is it edible? (Asking for a friend… and myself.)
Alright, let’s be brutally honest here. The food. It's... a mixed bag. Breakfast is the star. Seriously. Full English, the works. The sausages are... well, they're sausages. But the bacon! Oh, the bacon. Crispy, smoky, perfect. That alone is worth the price of admission. Lunch and dinner? Err… sometimes you win, sometimes the ancient oven does. I had a roast chicken that was gloriously juicy one night, and a dry, cardboard-esque experience the next. Consistency is not their strong suit. My advice? Stick with the classics. And for the love of all that is holy, order the bread pudding. Seriously. I’m still dreaming about it. (And yes, I *did* try to sneak an extra slice. Don’t judge.)
And the rooms? Are they, like, clean? And do they have enough plugs to charge my phone, or am I going full-on pre-electricity?
Clean-ish. They try. But let's just say I'd pack a Hazmat suit. Okay, kidding (mostly). The cleaning staff are sweethearts, but the place is old. REALLY old. So, expect a few cobwebs here and there. (I swear, one of the lampshades had a family of spiders living on it. They seemed happy enough, so I just left them alone.) Regarding plugs, *that* is a serious concern. I'd estimate one plug per three rooms. Bring an extension cord. And possibly a power bank for your power bank. Seriously. I nearly had a meltdown when my phone died just as I was about to take a *super* important photo of the aforementioned bread pudding. The horror. The *absolute* horror.
What's the best way to spend a day at the Hamlet Inn? (Assuming I don't just want to hide in my room and binge-watch Netflix.)
Okay, assuming you want to embrace the *experience*, here's my Hamlet Inn Day Planner: Start with that glorious breakfast (bacon, bacon, *bacon!*). Then, take a stroll around the grounds. They're… large. And slightly overgrown. There's a gazebo that *might* be haunted, a rose garden that… is past its prime, and a resident cat who looks perpetually fed up with life (relatable). Try to find a quiet spot to read. Or, even better, just sit and stare at the view. (It's probably nice, depending on the weather). The best part? Pretend you're a character in a slightly gothic novel. I spent an afternoon in the garden myself, imagining myself as a long-lost cousin who just inherited the place. It was… strangely therapeutic. And don't forget to order that bread pudding for dessert. Twice.
I overheard the staff call the Inn "quirky." Is that a euphemism for "falling apart?"
Haha! Bingo. "Quirky" is indeed a polite way of saying "has seen better days and might, at any moment, collapse into a heap of antiquated charm." Think of it as a charming, old ship... that might spring a leak at any given moment. The windows? Some of them are original, so they might fight the wind. The heating? Seasonal. You'll either be roasting or freezing, with very little in between. But that's part of the *charm*, right? It’s like a slightly eccentric relative. You love ‘em, even though they occasionally embarrass you. Embrace the quirks. They're the reason you even *consider* booking a room there in the first place!
What's the most memorable thing about the Hamlet Inn? The good, the bad, the ugly, the... well, everything.
Okay, buckle up. This is where things get properly messy. My most *memorable* experience? Definitely the bread pudding incident. No, no, not the eating of it. The AFTERMATH. I ordered a slice at dinner, devouring it in record time. Sweet, delicious, and utterly perfect. Then, disaster struck. (Well, a minor culinary crisis, really). The lights went out. Not just a flicker. Full-on, plunged-into-darkness, emergency-lights-kicking-in-like-a-cat-being-thumped-on-the-back kind of blackout. Chaos ensued. Screaming, stumbling, the clatter of cutlery hitting the floor... It was like a scene from a low-budget horror movie. And *where* do you think I happened to be when the power went out? You guessed it. Near the *only* table with a working phone. I was the designated lantern-holder, navigating the dimly lit maze of tables, while the elderly gentleman with the doorknobs made his way to the generator. That night, I connected. With the bread pudding. With the darkness. With the sheer, glorious, unpredictable *mess* that is the Hamlet Inn. Did I mention the bread pudding was *really* good?
Would you recommend the Hamlet Inn? Be honest!
Okay, the final verdict. Here’s the thing. If you're looking for slick, modern luxury, run screaming in the other direction. But... if you're looking for an *experience*? If you crave a little bit of adventure with your accommodation? If you don’t mind a few bumps along the way (and potential cobwebs), then, yes. Absolutely, emphatically yes. The Hamlet Inn is not perfect. Far from it. But that's precisely why it's so damn… charming. It’s real. It’s human. And it’ll give you a story to tell. And hey, the bread pudding is worth it alone. Go. Just… go with an open mind. And a fully charged phone. And maybe a headlamp. Just in case.
