Forbidden Fun in Richmond: Adults-Only Getaway (UK)
Forbidden Fun in Richmond: A Chaotic Review - Because Let's Be Honest, Vacations Aren't Perfect (But They CAN Be Amazing)
Okay, listen up, because I just got back from Forbidden Fun in Richmond, and I’m still trying to untangle the delightful mess of it all. This isn't your typical polished hotel review, folks. This is the real deal – the good, the weird, and the surprisingly lovely. Forget the perfectly manicured prose; strap in for a rollercoaster of opinions and a whole lotta "OMG, did that REALLY happen?"
First Impressions (and a minor panic attack about the lobby)
So, "Adults-Only Getaway," right? My husband and I needed this – a break from the toddler tornado that is our life. The promise of silence and… well, adult activities, was like a siren song. Arriving, I'll admit, I was a little overwhelmed. The lobby was… let's call it "eclectic." Think plush velvet contrasted with, like, a giant inflatable flamingo. It was a bit much, I won't lie. But hey, at least the staff were friendly and the check-in was thankfully contactless (good riddance, germ factories!).
Accessibility: A Mixed Bag, Honestly
Right, so here's where things get a little… complicated. The website claims to offer facilities for disabled guests, which included an elevator (thank goodness). But while I didn't need any of them, which is great, I did spot a few potential issues. More detailed information on accessibility options, especially around the pool areas, would be helpful. Overall, a definite area for improvement.
Rooms: Sanctuary Found (Mostly)
Once we got to our room, though, I breathed a sigh of relief. Ah, peace. Our "non-smoking" haven was actually perfect. The "blackout curtains" were a lifesaver (hello, sleep!), and the "free Wi-Fi" worked like a charm, which, let's be honest, is crucial. I could easily spend an hour, or three, just scrolling through Reddit. The "separate shower/bathtub" situation was ideal for a quick rinse or a long soak. The "coffee/tea maker" was a godsend. I, of course, took full advantage of the "complimentary tea." Seriously though, I loved the "extra long bed" I think I slept like a baby in it. We definitely took advantage of the "slippers", the "bathrobes", and the "toiletries". The room itself felt "soundproof" and the "air conditioning" was my best friend some days. Overall, the rooms were a solid win, easily accessible and designed for comfy relaxation.
Internet & Tech Stuff: Connected and Content (Mostly)
"Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!" They weren't kidding. The Wi-Fi was decent – enough to stream movies (yes, "on-demand movies" were a welcome distraction). I even managed to get some work done (sigh, adulting). There was also "internet access - LAN" if you're into that old-school thing.
Dining & Drinking: A Foodie's Adventure (or at Least, an Adventure)
Okay, this is where things got really interesting. The "restaurants" were… varied. The "Asian breakfast" with its unfamiliar flavours was an experience. The "A la carte in restaurant" option gave me more choices for breakfast. The "buffet in restaurant" had everything, from the usual suspects to some truly adventurous dishes. The "coffee shop" served a decent brew, and the "poolside bar" was perfect for a pre-nap cocktail. I loved the "happy hour" and the "bottle of water" was much appreciated. Let's be honest, the "desserts in restaurant" were the highlight. Here's the hiccup: the service was sometimes a bit slow. But hey, you're on vacation, right? Embrace the laid-back vibe.
I took full advantage of the "room service [24-hour]" option at 3 AM, which was probably my favourite part of the whole trip.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax: Spa-tastic!
This is where Forbidden Fun really shines. The "spa" was an absolute indulgence. I spent an entire afternoon glued to that "swimming pool," the "pool with view" was breathtaking. The "sauna" and "steamroom" were pure bliss. I got the "massage" that I deserved, it was amazing. Then, I went for a "body scrub" and "body wrap". The "fitness center" was well-equipped – though I'll confess, I only used it once, and that was more for the "gym/fitness" Instagram pic than any actual workout! They also had a "foot bath".
Cleanliness & Safety: Pretty Darn Good (Given the Times)
I was impressed with their commitment to safety. "Daily disinfection in common areas," "individually-wrapped food options," "hand sanitizer" everywhere. They even had "anti-viral cleaning products." I definitely saw staff "trained in safety protocol." They really took things seriously, which was incredibly reassuring, especially after the news reports I read.
Services & Conveniences: The Little Things Matter
"Daily housekeeping," the "concierge" and "room service" were excellent. The "doorman" always greeted us with a smile. I didn't use the "dry cleaning" or "laundry service," but it was nice to know they were there. I also had some "food delivery" from local places, and that was very nice.
For the Kids: (Spoiler: They're Not Invited, and Thank Goodness)
This is a true adults-only escape. "Babysitting service" is not a thing here, which is both a blessing and a curse, depending on your point of view. This place is all about "couple's room." No "kids facilities" here – just pure, unadulterated adult time.
Getting Around: Easy Peasy
"Car park [free of charge]" – score! "Taxi service" available if needed. I didn't use the "airport transfer."
The OMG! Moment:
Okay, here's the story. The "safe dining setup" thing that I loved – the staff were incredibly careful about spacing and hygiene. I was taking a walk around the place and I was able to see some "exterior corridors". I was amazed.
What Could Be Better:
- More detailed information regarding accessibility in advance.
- Consistent service in the restaurants would be a big plus.
- Maybe a dedicated "chill-out" area away from the pool.
Final Verdict: Embrace the Mess!
Forbidden Fun in Richmond isn't perfect. But the flaws are part of the charm. It's a place where you can actually relax, have a laugh, and rediscover what it means to be an adult… without the constant demands of miniature humans. The spa is top-notch, the rooms are comfortable and the commitment to safety is commendable.
My Recommendation: Go. Just go. Book it. You deserve this escape into paradise. But be prepared for a few quirks, a little bit of chaos, and a whole lot of fun. You'll come back feeling refreshed, revitalized and maybe a little bit better at adulting (or, you know, just ready to go back to the chaos of your real life).
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Disclaimer: This review is based on my personal experience and subjective opinions. Individual experiences may vary. I am not affiliated with Forbidden Fun in Richmond.
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because you're about to get a glimpse into my planned (and probably doomed) trip to The Richmond Arms - Adults Only, United Kingdom. Honestly, the "Adults Only" bit is what sold me. My sanity needs a time out from screaming toddlers and endless Paw Patrol. Here goes… fingers crossed I don’t spontaneously combust from the sheer anticipation.
Day 1: Arriving in Blighty and the Existential Dread of it All
Morning (ish, let's be real, probably closer to noon): Fly into London. Ugh, Heathrow. The mere thought of navigating that labyrinthine airport fills me with a vague, almost religious dread. I picture myself, lost, clutching a crumpled boarding pass and muttering about the meaninglessness of life. Maybe I'll make a quick detour to Duty-Free to buy a bottle of something soothing. You know, for medicinal purposes.
Afternoon: Train to somewhere near the Richmond Arms. Okay, so "somewhere near" is deliberately vague. Turns out, the actual address is a bit of a trek from any major station. Apparently, public transport in this part of England is a cryptic riddle involving buses that apparently only run on Thursdays, and maybe if you look at it just right, you can actually catch it. I’ve pre-booked a taxi, but I'm already mentally preparing for a driver who insists on regaling me with painfully detailed stories about his prize-winning parsnips.
Evening: Check into the Richmond Arms! FINALLY! The photos online… oh, the photos! Cozy fireplaces, plush sofas, ridiculously attractive people sipping cocktails… This is where the relaxation begins, right? I'm picturing a hot bath, a glass of wine, and a good book. Then, I'll probably get overstimulated by the lack of kids and start worrying if I've forgotten to bring something. Damn. Did I pack enough socks? Did I remember the bloody travel adaptor? I'm already failing the holiday.
Day 2: A Deep Dive into… Doing Absolutely Nothing
Morning: Wake up, hopefully not hungover. I mean, the best-laid plans and all. The brochure promised a buffet breakfast. I'm half-expecting a plate of lukewarm scrambled eggs and a side of disappointment. I’m also hoping the coffee is strong enough to revive the walking dead (that would be me after the flight, the train, and the existential dread of Heathrow).
Afternoon: Stroll (or shuffle, depending on the aforementioned hangover) around the village. Apparently, it's a quaint little place. I have a slight fear of "quaint." It often translates to "slightly boring, but with lots of flowerpots." Still, I'm trying to embrace the slowness. I might even try to strike up a conversation with the locals. Probably end up talking to a cat. This is my usual social life.
Evening: Dinner at the hotel's restaurant. More hoping than expecting for an actually good meal. My gut is telling me "fish and chips." My soul is yelling "something fancy, you deserve it!" And the practical side of me is screaming "budget! Budget!" Maybe I'll splurge for one of those fancy cocktails I saw online. or, you know, I'll order a pint. Definitely a pint.
Day 3: The Unavoidable Tourist Trap (And My Own Personal Breakdown)
Morning: A "day trip". The brochure also mentions "historical landmarks" nearby. Oh god. I'm not proud to admit it, but I'm a sucker for a good castle or a dramatic ruin. I'll probably drag myself to whatever the closest one is. Expect inevitable grumbling about crowds and how "it used to be better back in MY day" (despite my lack of ever actually being in the past).
Afternoon: I'll probably wander aimlessly through a gift shop, because, hey, souvenirs are a must, amiright? I'll probably purchase a tacky key ring and a postcard that I'll never send. I mean, what’s the point of a postcard anyway? Do people even do that anymore? I might have a full-on crisis about the state of modern communication.
Evening: Back at the hotel. Maybe a repeat of the dinner and cocktail routine. Or, maybe I’ll hole up in my room and order room service and binge-watch a mindless show. Either way, it'll be a welcome escape from… well, from everything.
Day 4: The "Cultural Experience" and the Unexpected Joy of Being Basic
Morning: There's also a "local craft fair" happening near. I'm highly suspicious of "craft fairs." Am I the only one who thinks they're just a bunch of people selling slightly overpriced things they made in their spare time? Still, I might go. Maybe I'll find a knitted gnome or a painting of a particularly grumpy-looking sheep. And if the sun is shining, it might force me out for an hour.
Afternoon: This is where I plan to explore a local pub! Or, as I call it, "my happy place." The plan involves a pint of something dark and malty, a good book, and a complete lack of social interaction. I’m pretty sure I'm at my most comfortable when left alone. And who knows, maybe I'll even start to feel a little… relaxed? (Or at least, less catastrophically stressed.)
Evening: A final dinner (with or without the cocktail). Maybe I’ve managed to actually make some friends, or maybe I haven't spoken to anyone, but I'm happy with how my trip has panned out. It doesn't matter, as long as I survived the tourist traps and made some memories and came away with only a new key ring.
Day 5: Departure – The Epilogue of Existential Dread
Morning: Breakfast. More lukewarm scrambled eggs, I'm guessing. The return journey. The dreaded taxi to the train, and the even more dreaded train. Maybe I could actually enjoy the train ride.
Afternoon: The flight. The airport. The endless queues. The inevitable feeling of being slightly, completely… lost. I will spend the entire time worrying if I'm going to miss the flight.
Evening: Back home. The familiar chaos. My own bed! And the long, slow, inevitable crash of post-holiday depression. Ah, bliss. But before I go into a total shutdown I have to remember to schedule my next trip and I'll get back on the internet to make sure to get a great deal.
So, that's the plan. Wish me luck. I have a feeling I'm going to need it. And maybe a large bottle of wine. And possibly a therapist. But hey, at least I'll have some stories to tell, right? Wish me luck, friends.
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Forbidden Fun in Richmond: Your Adults-Only Getaway (UK) – Yeah, Let's Talk About It
Okay, so you're thinking about Richmond, eh? The swanky bit of London? With a sneaky adults-only vibe? Well, buckle up, buttercup, because I've been there. And let's just say, things got... interesting. Here's the dirt, the fun, and the potential for a slightly bruised ego at the end of it all (hey, it's all part of the experience, right?):
1. So, What *Exactly* Makes Richmond's Adults-Only Getaway “Forbidden”? Is it Really?
Alright, let's squash that *immediately*. It's not *literally* forbidden. It's more like… subtly suggesting it's for grown-ups. Think sophisticated, less screaming kids ruining your perfectly-timed cocktail. Think private dining rooms instead of the all-you-can-eat buffet with questionable hygiene standards. Think… you get the picture.
My experience? Oh, that started with a rather stern-faced, but *very* handsome, hotel manager who subtly implied there were “certain… *amenities*” available in the spa. Let's just say those “amenities” weren't your grandma's cucumber-infused water spa. The whole vibe leans towards discretion, but definitely not illegality. Phew!
2. Okay, Details, Details! What *Can* I Expect To Do? Like, *Really* Do?
Right, this is where it gets GOOD. Richmond offers, let's say, *options*. Luxurious spas with all sorts of treatments (and *maybe* a little... extra). Fine dining experiences where they don't bat an eyelid if you're ordering the champagne, twice. Cocktail bars that serve things you wouldn’t dare ask for in front of your mum. And hey, some places have private rooms…wink, wink.
Me? Well, I indulged in a massage that left me feeling like a limp noodle (in the best way possible). Then, I may or may not have had a rather *spirited* evening at a very discreet cocktail bar. Let's just say I definitely learned a few new words that night. And then… well, let's just say my credit card got a workout.
3. Is it all just… *expensive* then? 'Cause my bank account is weeping already.
Look, it *can* be. Richmond's not exactly a budget backpacker's paradise. But, you can definitely find ways to navigate it without remortgaging your house. Look for deals, special packages, and maybe skip that twenty-course tasting menu.
I, being a sucker for a good deal, somehow ended up booking a spa package that was supposedly "discounted." Turns out the discount was for the *basic* treatments. The "extra, special, totally worth it" add-ons? Not so much. Lesson learned: always read the fine print. And maybe avoid the massage with the "gold leaf" finish, unless you're made of money.
4. Dress Code? Do I Need a Tuxedo and a Tiara? (Or just… something a bit… *less*?)
While you likely won’t be met with open arms in ripped jeans (unless you’re going specifically for the *cool* vibe), it's not all stuffy. It’s more about… *effort*. Think chic, stylish, and something that makes *you* feel fabulous. Confidence is the best accessory, honestly.
My mistake: I packed something completely inappropriate. I had a dress. Like, a *glittering* dress. I felt so out of place in a sea of understated elegance, I nearly choked on my canapé. Remember, less is so much more in this situation. Oh, and my glitter dress ended up being way too obvious. It screams 'look at me!' and I *certainly* did not want that!
5. Is it Actually *Romantic*? Or just… *awkward*? I'm hoping for romance, not utter embarrassment.
Alright, this is the big one, isn't it? The potential for romance is *definitely* there. Imagine: candlelit dinners, whispered secrets, perhaps a stolen kiss under the stars. Or you could end up with a disastrous first date. That's the gamble.
My experience? Well, let's just say I invited a friend. A very *good* friend. We'd both been burned, and we both wanted to laugh. We got a whole lot of laughter! Which kind of *was* romantic, in a friendship kind of way. Look, it’s not necessarily about finding *love*, it's about *feeling* good. And honestly, a spa day and giggles with your friend? Priceless. Still, I did see a couple, holding hands, and they looked so darn adorable! I’d be lying if I said I didn't feel a pang of jealousy.
6. What about the Staff?! Am I going to be judged?
Honestly? The staff are usually excellent. They're trained to anticipate your needs, offer a smile, and keep things discreet. They've seen it all before. They know how to handle requests that might sound a little... unusual.
I remember once, after a particularly *indulgent* champagne tasting (don't judge!), I needed a little help getting back to my room. The staff were *so* polite, *so* understanding, and *so* discreet. I’m forever grateful, because, well, let's just say I was barely able to stand up. They're professionals, really. They get paid to create the vibe you're after. Don't be afraid to ask, and don't overthink it. Just relax. They are good. So, so good.
7. The "Forbidden" Bits... What's the Reality? (Be Honest!)
Okay, fine. Let's get real. The "forbidden" bits? They exist, but they're… subtle. The wink of an eye from the bartender. The suggestive look from the masseuse. The conversations whispered behind closed doors. You'll find that Richmond leans towards innuendo and suggestion rather than anything outright scandalous.
I once overheard a conversation in the spa… let's just say it involved a very expensive bottle of wine, a private jacuzzi, and a promise of "everything." I have zero regrets about *not* getting involved. That particular adventure didn't suit my style, but hey, the options are definitely there.
8. My Biggest *Fear*: Will I Feel Self-Conscious?
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