Monday 16th - Thursday 19th February 2015
Leaving behind George Town, we were looking forward to days at the beach.
Their website quotes, "Hard Rock is synonymous with music, good fun and great food."
On arrival our room wasn't ready so we popped to the Hard Rock Cafe for lunch. The staff - we experienced the same hospitality throughout the hotel - were friendly and happy in their work. Our very generous portions of the typical fare was tasty. During our stay we tried out all three cafes and were not disappointed. Hard Rock does have great Western food. Breakfast had something for everyone.
But music.... the jury didn't bother coming back in! Music was murdered during our stay.
Monday evening they had a four piece band playing for about an hour. It was half decent background music.
Tuesday was the bottom of the pit of hell. Two members of the 'HR Band' played with a DJ turntable for over an hour! Its was uncalled for. They played current numbers, all of which wouldn't be out of place in a nightclub. No Rock! No Taste! To add insult to this music injury, their deck output lead was faulty. At least it offered some respite from the din for about 5 seconds at a time every minute or so. How the management didn't pull the plug on this embarrassment before their time slot was up, is a mystery, Miss Marple would have trouble with!
Wednesday was a welcome break with a male singer. He could hold a note and he had read the script - ROCK! At least our HR music journey ended on a high.
We had adjoining basic hill view rooms (one double one twin) on the four floor - not very Chinese friendly, as they believe 4 to be very unlucky (as it sounds like the word for 'death'), with most lifts and hotels having a 3, 3a, 5th floor and no 4s in the room numbering. Maybe our disappointing visit was down to us being in room 440 & 441! Gawd help those who were in room 444.
On a brighter note, the pool and beach are great.
We hung around all day reading books, dipping in the pool, walking on the hot white sands and sipping 20RM (5 quid) soft drinks! The beach had no features, just white sands with the occasional gully of vague coloured run off water from the local hotels into the sea. They have a lot to learn about pollution and litter in Malaysia.
Further round the coastline on Jalan BF |
Poolside, the only thing to watch out for is the HR Band all getting lively at 2pm daily. For 15 mins they do the Butlin's thing and all stand by the pool side and do a unflash mob singing and dancing routine. My favourite was Gangham Style, as the under ten years old child guests got out of their seats or rubber rings to join in, albeit in a half embarrassed way.
Tuesday Evening we ate out. Enca Cafe (opposite HRH on Jalan Batu Ferringhi) came highly recommended. It was a lovely tasty meal. They even included a trip next door to the non-halal to allow cold beer. It wasn't in the same league as Kaptain in GT, but it was still a really friendly cafe. With four main meals, rice and naans, four beers and soft drinks and we spent 130RM (26 quid).
Wednesday we ate in the Ferrenghi Garden. It was CNY's Eve and the place was lively. The staff were attentive and caring. The meals were more KL than Penang. More up market and pricey (for four adult meals, wine and soft drinks, 500RM - 100 quid) but also tasty. Cheaper than the HR (their house wine was a pound a glass cheap and of much better quality) and with the atmosphere they lack, this is a must visit place.
The drive home was longer. The first day of the CNY long weekend and it took us just over 6 hours - with a couple of comfort breaks - door to door.
We were lucky on the south bound E1, those heading north were static mile after mile. They were like a carpark for most of our 400km journey.
With so much to see in SE Asia, whether Penang has enough to drag us back, is uncertain. But maybe the call of Kapitan or to try out That Little Wine Bar might just do it for me. However, next time it will need to have an Airasia flight (from 40RM or 8 quid each way) included.
I now have two more days left of my half-term break, so think I will start researching where to visit in five weeks time - three weeks off for Easter isn't that bad, is it?