Uncover the Secrets of Cormorant Place, Portsmouth: A Hidden Gem Revealed!
Uncover the Secrets of Cormorant Place, Portsmouth: A Hidden Gem Revealed!
Cormorant Place: Portsmouth's Secret – Or Is It? (A Messy, Honest Review)
Okay, so they call it a "Hidden Gem." Cormorant Place in Portsmouth. Honestly, those words make me a little nervous. Hidden gems are usually either REALLY good, or… disappointingly average. I just got back and, well, let's just say my feelings are… mixed. Buckle up, buttercups. This is gonna be a long one.
First things first: Accessibility. Sheesh. This is a HUGE win. Wheelchair accessible? Tick. Elevator? Yep. Really important stuff, and Cormorant does a surprisingly good job on this front. Hats off. Now, for all you tech-heads: Internet? Internet? Internet! Forget about it. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! That's the headline. I’m a sucker for it. I need it, I use it, I judge your hotel's worth based on it. Internet [LAN]… hey, who still uses LAN? I get the option but, hey hotel! It's 2024. Just make the Wi-Fi good! Thankfully, it was. Solid connectivity, even when I was, ahem, binge-watching ancient episodes of The Great British Bake Off in the middle of the night. Internet services? They have them. You know, the IT people. No complaints.
Cleanliness and Safety. Okay, this is where things get really interesting. Because, let's be honest, post-pandemic, we're all a bit obsessed with hygiene, right? Cormorant Place is definitely riding that wave. Anti-viral cleaning products? Check. Daily disinfection in common areas? Yup. They’ve got a whole list of things they are doing to keep you safe. The Staff trained in safety protocol seemed genuinely switched on – not the fake “oh-we’re-trying” kind of switched on, but genuinely. They had Hand sanitizer everywhere. Rooms sanitized between stays? Supposedly. I'm not a germaphobe, but it gave me peace of mind. Room sanitization opt-out available? (I didn't even know that was a thing!) So, good on them for flexibility. The Safe dining setup also helped.
Things to do, ways to relax: Okay, this is where Cormorant Place really shines. Or, at least, tries to. Pool with view? Yes, and it's stunning. Imagine, swimming, a cocktail in hand, looking out at the Solent… pure bliss. The Swimming pool [outdoor] itself is fantastic. The water was crystal clear, and the sun (when it showed up, because, you know, England) was glorious. I was very pleased to also see some Massage options, and what should I say, I was very pleased. I'm a man and I'm not afraid to say it. I felt a bit smug for a moment.
But then again, as I tried a Body scrub, my therapist told me that she was in a bad mood from the last customer - bad luck, me… I felt a bit of a let down. I got myself a Sauna after.
Dining, drinking, and snacking: Okay, the food situation is complex. They have Restaurants, plural. Plural! That’s usually a good sign, right? Well, depends. Breakfast [buffet] was… serviceable. Not amazing, not terrible. Just… a breakfast. The Coffee/tea in restaurant was decent. The Poolside bar – now that’s where the magic happens. The cocktails? On point. The atmosphere? Relaxed and fun. The burgers? Surprisingly good. I spent a lot of time here. A LOT. There's A la carte in restaurant, Asian cuisine in restaurant, Bars and I think it's a good thing to have.
I have to be honest. I didn't like the Soup in restaurant, but I did like the Desserts in restaurant.
Services and conveniences: Concierge? Tick. Luggage storage? Tick. They even have Facilities for disabled guests available, so they are covering all the bases. Cash withdrawal. I didn’t use it, but it’s there. This is the hotel's "We've got you covered" department.
For the kids: Babysitting service? Check. Kids facilities? Check. Family/child friendly? Seems like it. Though, thankfully, I didn't have to deal with any screaming children, and I'm very grateful for that.
Available in all rooms: So, the Air conditioning worked a treat, especially when the sun decided to grace us with its presence. Alarm clock? Check. Bathrobes? Nice touch. I would have lived in those bathrobes if I could. Coffee/tea maker? Essential. Hair dryer – thank god, because my hair needs all the help it can get. Wi-Fi [free]? Nailed it.
The Room: My actual room? Okay, so the decor was… well, let’s call it “classic.” Think beige, with a touch of… more beige. It wasn’t ugly. Just… safe. Blackout curtains were excellent for a lie-in. The Bed was comfy. View… well, I got a view of the car park. But hey, at least it wasn't raining. And the Additional toilet was incredibly nice. The Separate shower/bathtub was also a plus.
It wasn't a bad room. Just, not a particularly memorable one. No exploding unicorns or anything.
Getting around: Airport transfer? They’ve got it. Car park [free of charge]? YES! Massive bonus, especially in Portsmouth. That's the reason I ended up choosing this hotel.
The Imperfections: Now, let's get real. No place is perfect. And Cormorant Place has its quirks. The service. It's not terrible, but you can feel that maybe they're a little understaffed. Wait times at the bar could get a bit lengthy. Also, the promised "shrine" didn't seem to be present, and I'm not quite sure what to make of that.
The Verdict:
Cormorant Place is… a decent hotel. It has its flaws but also a lot to love. The pool, the location, the cleanliness, the friendly staff… those are all huge wins. It’s a solid choice for a weekend getaway, especially if you're planning a trip to Portsmouth.
My Emotional Reaction:
Overall, satisfied. Not blown away, not heartbroken. Just… content.
My Messy, Honest, Unapologetically Human Recommendation:
Are you looking for a chill, relaxing break where accessibility and comfort are a priority? Cormorant Place fits the bill.
Do you want pure luxury and a perfect experience? Maybe temper your expectations a little.
But for a pleasant stay, with some real highlights? Cormorant Place, Portsmouth? Give it a shot. You won’t regret it.
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(Disclaimer: I have no financial affiliation with Cormorant Place. This review is based on my own personal experience and, like my mood, may be subject to change.)
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, 'cause this ain't your grandma's meticulously planned brochure. This is Cormorant Place, Portsmouth, raw and unfiltered, and believe me, it's a rollercoaster. Here goes my potential itinerary:
Cormorant Place Chaos: A Portsmouth Pilgrimage (Probably)
Day 1: Arrival & "Oh God, Where Am I?" Moments
- Morning (ish – let's be real, it's probably 10 AM): Arrive at Portsmouth Harbour Station. Breathe. (Deeply. You'll need it.) Okay, first impressions… the station's alright, but already I'm thinking, "Did I pack enough socks?" Crucial life decisions.
- Immediate Reaction: "Right, gotta embrace this. Maybe I should have booked a taxi, but hey, let's walk, feel the vibe."
- Mid-Morning (or, "Panic-Buying Coffee"): Find Cormorant Place. Google Maps says it’s just there, but you know it's a lie. I'm going to walk around there, let's say 10-15 minutes, but now I'm looking at some random shops and have to stop to buy a coffee from a local coffee shop to keep going.
- Immediate Reaction: I think the coffee is good, but I still have trouble getting to Cormorant place, and it feels as if I was walking for an hours. That's a first-time issue when you just don't know how to get to places, am I right?
- Late Morning: Check in to the accommodation (provided you've actually booked some, unlike last time… shudders). Marvel (or maybe groan) at the view. Is it a seagull-infested roof? Possibly. Am I secretly hoping for a charming little cottage? Probably. Whatever I get, unpack. Immediately lose half my belongings.
- Lunchtime (aka: "Hangry Hour"): Stumble upon a local pub. The smells of fried food usually attract me. Order something that sounds delicious and then regrets it halfway through. Always happens.
- Afternoon: Wander around Cormorant Place. Soak it in. Observe the locals. Are they judging my tourist-esque attire? Probably. Pretend to look like I know exactly what I'm doing (even when I'm utterly clue-less). Stare longingly at the water - the sea, to be precise.
- Afternoon: Walk along the waterfront. I might buy some ice cream to make it better.
- Evening: Find a decent place for dinner. Avoid anything too fancy. Remember: travel on a budget.
- Evening: Attempt to navigate the local pub scene. Get chatting to a stranger and end up hearing their entire life story. Laugh a lot.
- Night: Get a good night of sleep.
Day 2: Coastal Capers & Seagull Shenanigans
- Morning: Breakfast. Whatever’s on offer. Contemplate the meaning of life while staring at a plate of scrambled eggs.
- Mid-Morning: Walk south towards the sea, go to some shops, buy some stuff, and walk around, take in the view.
- Immediate Reaction: It's a bit windy. Is this what the sea is all about? I hope I don't get blown away.
- Lunchtime: I'm going to eat something on the go.
- Afternoon: Explore the nearby points of interest (Portsmouth Historic Dockyard? Southsea Castle?). Get side-tracked. Possibly end up in a random antiques shop buying something I don't need. Completely miss my intended sightseeing destination due to sheer incompetence.
- Afternoon: Seriously, did I already suggest this? Back to looking at the waterfront. Stare at the water. It’s mesmerizing, until a seagull swoops down and steals my sandwich. (This will happen. Mark my words.)
- Evening: Dinner. Decide I deserve a nice meal. Over-order.
- Night: Find a bar with live music. Sing along badly. Make new friends. Regret everything in the morning.
- Night: Sleep.
Day 3: The Grand Finale (or "How Did I Get Here?")
- Morning: Wake up confused. Check phone. Remember I'm in Portsmouth. Feel slightly disoriented.
- Mid-Morning: Try to do something "cultural." Visit a museum? An art gallery? Probably get bored after 30 minutes.
- Immediate Reaction: Museums? Galleries? They sound great, and probably I should do it, but I'm already yawning. I don't know.
- Lunchtime: Find whatever is quick to eat because time is running out.
- Afternoon: Do all the things I should have done in the first two days. Realize I'm running out of time. Panic.
- Afternoon: One more look at the water. Say farewell to the seagulls.
- Evening: Have a final dinner in Cormorant Place.
- Night: Pack (poorly), review life choices in Portsmouth, and prepare to leave.
Important Ramblings & Mental Notes:
- Food: Pack snacks. Seriously. Hangriness is a real enemy.
- Weather: It's the UK. Expect rain. Always carry a ridiculously oversized umbrella.
- Seagulls: They're the rulers of Portsmouth. Respect their territory. Hide your food.
- Locals: Be friendly. Ask for directions (even when you’re pretty sure you know where you’re going). They'll know all the best hidden gems!
- Embrace the Mess: Things will go wrong. You will get lost. You will likely say something embarrassing. It's all part of the adventure. Enjoy the ride!
- Most Important: Remember, the point of this trip is to have fun.
- Emotional Reaction: I'm excited and nervous, both at once.
- Overall: I'm going to have fun and enjoy everything.
There. That's it. A messy, imperfect, and probably slightly inaccurate guide to Cormorant Place. But hey, that's life, right? Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go find a map. And maybe a compass. And a good luck charm. Wish me luck. I'll probably need it!
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Okay, so Cormorant Place... Sounds fancy. Is it *actually* cool, or just another overpriced Portsmouth postcode?
Alright, deep breath. Cormorant Place isn't *fancy* fancy. Think more... charmingly dilapidated with a kick. It's got character, that's for sure. It's definitely not glossy. You won't find perfectly manicured lawns or people in power suits. You *will* find history bleeding from every brick. And probably a rogue seagull or two eyeing your chips.
I was skeptical, honestly. Portsmouth is a bit like that eccentric aunt who tries too hard to be cool. Cormorant Place? It's the slightly-less-eccentric cousin who actually IS cool, but doesn't bother trying. You know? It's got this real, lived-in feel. It's not picture-perfect, and that's a GOOD thing.
Let me paint you a picture: I remember walking down the alleyway, the sea breeze nipping at my face, and just feeling... calm. Which is rare for me, because I stress about EVERYTHING. So yeah, good vibes. Mostly.
Right, spill the tea. WHAT exactly IS there to *do* in Cormorant Place? Beyond breathing sea air.
Okay, here's the thing… it's a bit of a mixed bag. Don't expect a theme park. Cormorant Place is about *soaking it in*. It's about wandering, stumbling upon things, and getting a little lost sometimes. Which, if you're like me, you do CONSTANTLY anyway.
There’s the obvious: the waterfront. Gorgeous. You can see the Spinnaker Tower from just about everywhere -- which is good, because you *can't* get lost. (Though I managed to get my bearings completely twisted up on my first visit. Don't ask.) The views are spectacular, especially at sunset. Just... wear layers. The sea air can be BRUTAL. I was there last week, nearly lost a finger to the wind!
You've got little cafes. They're hit or miss, honestly. Some are amazing, serving proper, hearty food. Others? Well... let's just say I've had some *interesting* coffees. And the occasional rogue seagull that tries to dive-bomb your scone. (More on that later.) But the whole "sitting by the water" thing? Worth it. Absolutely worth it.
Tell me about the *hidden gems*. The stuff the guidebooks DON'T tell you? The *really* good stuff.
Okay, THIS is where it gets interesting. Because the actual *official* "gems" are alright, but the REAL magic happens in the *unplanned* moments.
The first time I went, I was meant to be heading to some fancy art gallery (don't ask me which, I'd have to check my notes -- because I'm terrible with specifics). I got distracted by this tiny, TINY little alleyway. I mean, practically a crack in the wall. AND I’M SO GLAD I DID. It led me to this cobbled courtyard, with a hidden little pub (The Dolphin, I think? Something fishy, anyway). It was so secluded, so quiet... I was actually there alone, just me a pint, and the distant sound of the sea. Pure bliss. Like, actual, genuine, *this-is-what-life-is-for* bliss.
That's the sort of thing Cormorant Place offers. Unexpected moments. The 'hidden gems' are less about specific *places* and more about the atmosphere, the feeling you get when you’re NOT following a rigid schedule and allowing yourself to dawdle.
Okay, okay, you're selling me. But what about the *food*? I need to know where to get a decent meal (and avoid the tourist traps).
Right. Food. Essential. Okay. Listen. The *best* food – in my humble, food-obsessed opinion – is usually at the places that look like they've been there since the dawn of time. Avoid the overly polished restaurants with the pushy waiters. They're usually overpriced. Or at least, they're not *necessarily* bad, but they're SO MUCH MORE expensive!
I had the *most* amazing fish and chips from that little place by the… well, by the big, sort of... pier-like thingy. (I told you, I’m a descriptive genius! ). The batter was perfectly crispy, the fish was flaky, and they served it with actual, proper, mushy peas – not that neon green stuff you get in some places. And the price? Shockingly reasonable. Like, I could afford to buy a second portion… which I probably should have done.
My advice: explore. Wander. Trust your gut. If a place looks busy, with a line of locals, it's probably a good sign. If it feels like it's trying too hard, run. Or at least, order a drink first. You know, cover your bases.
You mentioned seagulls and scones. Please, elaborate. I'm intrigued (and slightly terrified).
Oh, the seagulls. Right. This is an ongoing saga. They're like the local mafia. Ruthless. Persistent. And they have a *particular* fondness for anything edible that resembles a carb. Especially scones. I swear they have spies.
My first encounter? Perfectly innocent, I thought. Sipping tea, admiring the view, enjoying a lovely scone. BAM! A blur of white wings, a screech, and my scone was gone. Literally snatched from my hand. The seagull, smugly perched on a nearby lamppost, surveying its prize. I was left with crumbs and a profound sense of existential dread.
The second time… I *learned*. I guarded my scone like it was the Crown Jewels. But they're clever, these seagulls. They work in teams! One distracts, the other dives. This time, they got the cream. But it was a victory! I managed to keep my scone. It was a very close call, I swear I was almost dragged to sea, but I held on.
So yeah. Seagulls. Be warned. Protect your baked goods. They are the bane of my existence.
Be honest. Is Cormorant Place a place for budget travelers, or am I going to need a second mortgage?
Okay, the good news is... Cormorant Place isn’t inherently *expensive.* It's what you *do* there that dictates the budget. It's possible to have aWallet Friendly Stay
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