Also at the Ambassador, The Yellow Brick Road was something special. And not all good either – the décor was way over the top, actually quite funny. The tables, door and the wood on the ceiling were massively distressed, with wood patches showing through the yellow paint (on seeing the shut door, my mother and I both thought it needed a good clean and some paint, and only realised it was deliberate when we went inside.) The colour scheme was primary colours, very bright, and made you feel as if you were eating in a Kindergarten.
The menus were also a gimmick – set inside a newspaper (pretty tatty) with the food between the articles about Charlie Chaplin etc. We ate two meals here – the breakfast included with the room price, and dinner before we checked out to go to the airport and fly home. Breakfast consisted of a buffet affair, with mostly Indian food laid out but also bacon, omelettes, and various breads. There was also a toaster that provided fresh cooked bread to your taste, and fresh orange and watermelon juice, tea and coffee handy. We made ourselves toast, and ordered hard-boiled eggs. During the 25 minutes they took to arrive, we wondered if they’d had to go find a chicken first, but they eventually showed up.
Dinner here was better organised. We told them we were in a bit of a rush, and got the rice, lentils and chick peas we had ordered within 10 minutes, and the bill immediately when we asked for it. In conclusion, this was an acceptable, but flawed place, and the one thing I felt let down in the otherwise impeccable hotel.