A whopping great breakfast in the morning set is up till way past lunchtime each day, but they didn’t serve dinner. The only option was the Most Hotel down in the Whiting Bay village. It had recently changed hands and Rob and Nanette were NOT impressed. Reservations were hard to come by and they weren’t very accommodating. We weren’t able to get in on our first night, but booked all the others. Each night was themed, so fish food one night, barbecue the next. There must be a clear business plan at the Most to, at all times, make money. The meals were served on paper takeaway containers and piled on our table by a very obliging serving lass, who maintained a demeanor of constant apology. She almost cancelled out the appalling presentation.
The actual food was quite good and gave us the energy to walk back up the hill to Cruickshanks.
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