Well, after giving you all the news of the weekend away except for the accommodation, I thought I would set the scene for you.
After a two-hour drive crossing from Sydney’s coast heading west to the foothills of the Blue Mountains we arrived at the Chifley Hotel that seemed to be an oasis in amongst a sea of bitumen providing car parking for Penrith Panthers.
We arrived at the Chifley Hotel and parked in the open car park. Our advice to anyone heading to the Chifley would be to make sure if at all possible, you don’t park under a tree.
Because we were donating silent auction items to the function that night, we had a lot of things to carry into the hotel yet there was no staff to give any assistance. This hotel advertises itself as a 4-star establishment however that is a major streeeeeetch and I would give the place a 3-star rating. We struggled our way into the reception area where there was a very large woman behind the counter with an extremely bad attitude and a fed-up look on her face who greeted us with an abrupt, ‘Yes’ and no smile. We asked if we could check in and two key cards were slapped onto the counter with not a word spoken. We were almost startled.
We had to take the lift up two floors and with so many things to carry we had the good fortune to find, near the entrance of the hotel, a porter’s trolley (minus the porter) and so we loaded our baggage on it and made our way up to the room, taking the trolley with us.
We left the trolley in the corridor outside our hotel room and there it stayed.
The room was quite fine but the bathroom had endured a cheap make-over with the tiles being painted instead of replaced and the shower was over the bath with a nylon shower screen which does conjure up images of Alfred Hitchcock’s, Psycho.
There was a view from the windows and balcony but it was car park, car park, car park.
What I thought was hilarious was that there was a bar fridge and that isn’t funny in itself but Carl asked, as he unhinged the door, ‘Would you like a wine?’ and when he looked into the fridge there was plenty of beer but no wine.
The bed was queen-sized and not a king and I have no problem with that except that this mattress had unusual springs in that every time Carl rolled over or moved an inch I was thrown up into the air like I was lying on a trampoline.
I think the Chifley Hotel at Penrith is a hotel that you stay in when you are on your way to another destination. It is not a place to reside. If you are calling yourself a 4-star hotel that should come with welcoming staff on the front desk (a smile would be nice), and some staff offering to help you with your baggage. We had an okay time, (house-keeping walking into the room first thing Sunday morning while we were still in bed was unnecessary) but I’m not sure we would rush to make another booking.
But you will never go hungry at The Chifley. If you don’t want to order room service, just look out the window and there is a wealth of opportunities for you, all within walking distance.
There’s not just cuisine on offer, there’s also athletic pursuits. Has anyone every played ‘Aqua Golf’? I thought golf was hard enough to play on land but out here they play it under water. I wonder if under-water golf takes as long to play as golf on land and do you hold your breath or do they give you a snorkel?
We paid $160 for our 14-hour stay.