Sunday, 9 October 2016

The Savoy, Blackpool // Review

Thursday was the launch of Blackpool Dungeon's Halloween shenanigans, and I attended with Lydia and Sam; now, Lyd's a princess and her dad was a total babe giving her a lift, but Sam and I got the train there - in planning, we quickly realised that to get home we would have to get a train that came just an hour and 40 mins after the event started. It seemed a shame to go all that way for literally just over an hour, so we said fuck it and looked at B&Bs. Only, we're princesses too and so we settled on The Savoy, because it seemed the nicest of the lot and there was a good deal on. We paid £32 for the night for both of us, which isn't bad at all when you think about it.

We got to the hotel and dropped our bags off before heading to the event, drinking some more alcohol, and then walking along the promenade. We snuck onto the beach, sat in awe looking at the stars, then finally stumbled back to the Savoy; it's beautiful, in a retro way, and we got two pints of cider for a fiver at the bar. We ordered cheesy chips and garlic bread, then sat in our pyjamas and filmed a drunk stream of consciousness video (if you haven't seen it, you're missing out).

The Savoy is a shit hole in the best possible way; the heating is "on a timer", and the room was unbearably hot the entire day and night but they won't turn it down because old people like it warm. It had the necessities like a wardrobe and a bed, with one bedside table and a kettle, as well as a hairdryer that didn't work. The shower wasn't even an electric one, and the toilet wouldn't actually flush toilet roll (though it would flush everything else so that's okay). The bed was comfy, and the room was small but perfectly formed.

At 2am on Thursday night/Friday morning, fuelled by cider, prosecco and gin, we stumbled down to reception. 99% of the staff are a dream - some are a bit moody but that's to be expected - though most are SO lovely. We asked if we could book our room again for Friday night, and the nice fella changed everything around so that we could. If that doesn't tell you how much fun and laughter the Savoy brought us, then I don't know what will.

There's a bar, a buffet, you can get married; the toilets are "powder rooms" and "cloakrooms" and the ceiling is salmon pink and gold. The Savoy is one of the worst and best hotels I've ever stayed in, and I can't wait to go back.


  1. It sounds rather enjoyable although there was a lot of things wrong with it. Definitely an experience worth remembering though :) xx

    Yasmina | The July Journal

  2. My grandparents owned a hotel just a few doors up from The Savoy. It used to be a lovely, popular hotel - but suddenly went down hill very quickly! Cheap and cheerful though!