Whenever I’m staying in a hotel or resort I always like to experience the buffet breakfast. For a five-star resort, I think the buffet breakfast at Lilians Restaurant at Lilianfels in the Blue Mountains is very good value. At $25.00/person if you book at the time or checking-in or $35.00/person if you turn up without a booking, I assumed this would be a continental buffet with no hot food on offer. But no, for $25.00 the price includes the hot buffet selection with eggs of your choice being freshly cooked for you as ordered.
We were given a table in the sun and despite it being quite cold outside (very cold), the sunshine streaming in through the window made me feel very warm.
We started with the juices and I loved how they were served in the little bottles. You could also juice your own OJ with a pump-type gadget which seemed quite a novelty and something I of course, had to try.
But I enjoy sitting at a restaurant not only for the food but also for the people-watching. There was a man sitting behind me wearing just shorts and a T-shirt. It was five degrees outside (41F). He had a booming voice so none of his conversation was lost on me and he was saying with a broad Kiwi accent that he’d been outside and it wasn’t cold at all. ‘It’s beautiful, beautiful weather and quite warm. It’s balmy; just like New Zealand. It’s as warm here as it is in New Zealand’. I’d hate to see how he’d cope in a heatwave.
Then across from me was a couple with their one-year old son sitting up in a high chair. They were giving him a lot of attention and after they’d eaten I saw the mother walk up to the buffet and fill a large plate sky-high with dried fruits and nuts. She then came back to her table, opened up a paper serviette and tipped the plate-load into the napkin, wrapped it up then slipped it into a bag she had slung over her shoulder. Meanwhile her husband had a plate stacked with bread slices and he was making sandwiches with the cold cuts of meat he’d found at the buffet. When he’d finished being a sandwich-hand he slipped the sandwiches to his wife who by now had grabbed a few extra serviettes to wrap them in and then these were surreptitiously moved into her weighed-down bag and off they went into the grounds of the resort.
The hotel does provide complimentary apples.
As a coincidence, Carl’s parents happened to be in the Blue Mountains at the same time. The day before we took off for our romantic weekend they phoned and asked if they could catch up with us during what I would describe as our lightening-fast visit. They had an event they wanted us to attend for about an hour on the Sunday morning. Lacking compassion and tolerance, I just told Carl I had no interest in that event. Actually, that wasn’t true, I had some interest but not enough to make me sacrifice a good portion of my romantic weekend at Lilianfels.
Carl is always a nice guy. That’s his problem. He agreed to go with them just to be nice so they picked him up at 9.45am and said they would be back in a bit over an hour. I sat in the lounge and had a few beverages then wandered around the resort wishing I had time to relax in the day spa. Time ticked on. The first hour, the second hour, hour number three and then I was thinking perhaps I did have time for a facial, a massage, a manicure and a pedicure; maybe even a full body wax.
But I just sat there in the lounge watching other couples enjoying a wonderful high tea while I looked like Nellie-No-Friends. Well…four hours later at 1.45pm Carl was dropped back to the resort but by then we were well beyond check-out time and we had to leave. That was the romantic finale to my weekend away.
We checked out of Lilianfels and headed back down the mountains.