“Delphine is french and loves cooking ….home made french crepes, bacon and eggs, french pastries, toasts and fruits”
This is what convinced my partner and I to choose this place. And this was backed up by several photos and reviews boasting about Delphine’s cooking and hospitality.
Unfortunately our experience was extremely disappointing for many reasons. On arrival Delphine informed us that her mother was staying there and that she would provide a platter of food – we presumed it would be of equal quality.
Instead of a warm and welcoming breakfast freshly cooked by Delphine in her home we received:
•	a tray of food delivered on Saturday afternoon for Sunday morning
•	cold pastries with a very small amount of apple puree filling (like hardly any to even taste in the stodgy pastry)
•	bowls of muesli without any milk or yoghurt to eat it with
•	instant coffee which had clumped with a carton of long-life milk (only enough milk for 2-3 coffees) and sugar which had clumped.
•	An orange and 2 bananas and only a butter knife to cut the orange with
There was no presentation to speak of – my teenage daughter does a better job – simply a piece of foil over the pastry – no garnish, cream etc. They were so disappointing that we couldn’t even eat all of the pastries, however their dog stole our leftovers, I hope it didn’t get sick.
We didn’t eat the dry muesli or rather couldn’t, nor did we feel like making a mess with the orange so in short instead of receiving the delicious fresh cooked French breakfast we left hungry and ate at a café. Very disappointing – in anticipation I had even boasted to friends and family about the promoted breakfast.
It may sound picky but it’s the small things which make a stay away memorable. In addition to the sub-standard breakfast there were no napkins, no teaspoons for the coffee/tea, no lighter to light the mozzie coils, no towels for the pool, bathrooms towels were small and cheap, no information guide, insufficient lighting to navigate the path/steps to the room, and no way to lock the door when we left the cottage.