Richard Ⅲ Hotel — Restaurant in England

It's a real shame to have to give this stay a poor review as the staff were all lovely, and the food was really nice. However fundamentally we came to sleep and we didn't get any at all.||You expect some background noise when you stay above a pub, and when we went upstairs there was a bingo night on which we didn't hear at all. The patrons outside weren't particularly noisy so at about 11pm it seemed we were in for a good night's sleep (bar the heat but not much anyone can do about that).||Unfortunately about half 11, after the pub had shut, it became really noisy with about 4 people arguing, banging about, shouting, swearing etc. They were in the hotel, they were out, they were in, back out. We thought maybe other guests and that they would settle soon. It got noisier and noisier, eventually they went upstairs above us and the light fixtures were rattling in our room as they essentially had a party right above our heads.||At 1:30am it became clear they weren't slowing down so we went downstairs to complain and the staff member informed us it was the landlords daughter. To the credit of the poor staff member they went straight upstairs to tell them to quiet down, which they did for maybe 2 hours, commencing again at 3:30am until well past 5. We gave up at that point, it was obvious we weren't going to sleep.||I've seen the exact same sort of report in other reviews, so it seems like this is a regular thing, even on weeknights (this was not a weekend stay). We left exhausted and stressed, no member of staff asked how we had slept, I've a funny feeling there was a reason for that!||I can recommend the food and the staff were nothing but nice to us. But please don't book to stay the night here unless you will be out most of the night. This was beyond normal...

Firstly thank you to all the staff who made our stay very welcoming. Though the room was small, as we had two dogs, it was good enough for our purposes.||The breakfasts were excellent, though from a limited menu and the whole atmosphere of the place exuded warmth and comfort. We ate in the hotel one evening and that was pleasant after a long drive. As were the surroundings.||What I take exception to, is the ferocity of the locals, who seem to think it is their god-given right always to occupy the same chairs. A reality check is necessary here, as they need to get used to the fact that the Richard the Third is an hotel, and when you have spent the whole day dealing with the British public, the last thing you need is, comments like,'bloody residents are taking over, and other unpleasant and cowardly remarks. All they had to do was ask, or say something, rather than sitting in their little clique muttering darkly about the residents. Yes, it made me and my friends uncomfortable, but we decided to have another drink.||The hotel owners need to be aware of this. The locals may spend £15.00 on two pints of ale each night, but the business sense of letting them cause such ill-feeling, does not make the books balance, as we spent over £400.00 in four days. The hotel is likely to continue to lose money if this situation persists. Surely a specific and comfortable room for the residents would alleviate this. Or perhaps the locals need to be spoken to, as I for one will not return until this matter...

Stopped for a sandwich and a drink here after visiting Jervaulx Abbey, as this is the only eatery in Middleham that's open on a Monday. On reflection I wish we'd gone on to Leyburn instead. My pork and apple sandwich had clearly just emerged from a fridge, as the shop-bought bread was as cold as the jarred apple sauce and 2mm-thick layer of butter centre. The pork had a couple of crispy bits, which was nice, but this was outweighed by the massive chunks of fat and sinew, which were considerably less nice. The sandwiches were brought out without cutlery or napkins, and no indication of where these could be found. The bowl of chips we ordered were brought out by a surly middle-aged man in a checked shirt who I assumed was the manager. They were dumped on the table with a sullen "There's yer chips" as Mr Grumpy turned away and walked off without offering salt or ketchup, or indeed checking to see whether we had cutlery. We had to ask for salt and ketchup, and even then, only ketchup was produced. To be fair, the chips were good, but that's about all I can really say. I was about to comment that at least the sandwiches arrived reasonably quickly, but given that they seemed to have come straight from the fridge, perhaps that isn't surprising. Next time there's nothing else open in Middleham, I'll just plough on to Leyburn. I'd strongly advise other potential visitors to do the same - after Mr Grumpy's attitude, you'll have a very different view of the "warm Yorkshire welcome" that apparently exists...