The Chester Grosvenor.
When I began wooing the soon to be Mrs Bastardo three years ago I took her for a weekend away at the Chester Grosvenor Hotel.

I'd come out of a long term relationship a few months before and due to my previous partners tightfistedness I'd managed to save up a few thousand pounds which I suddenly became eager to spend in a fit of new found freedom. So, I had a look around for good hotels in nice cities in which to do some top class wooing, and I asked the object of my fancies to join me in a weekend of over the top indulgence.

I booked us a suite for two nights and we arrived after work late on the friday evening. I'd arranged flowers, wine, chocolates and loads of Molton Brown products to be waiting in our room for the future Mrs Bastardo, then we had dinner brought up to the room with the full silver service, and did the same for breakfast. We wandered around Chester during the day time, eating, drinking and buying anything we fancied, and then went out for dinner for expensive food and wine. We had breakfast brought to the room again the following morning before checking out. The total bill (not including the suite cost) for the weekend was around £700.

I had explained to the future Mrs Bastardo that this was a one off, as I was more travelodge than Ritz in reality, and I'd never done anything as indulgent as this in my life. She's obviously not the materialistic type though as she's marrying me in two months and I've barely got a penny to my name these days. :)
( Evil Bastardo, Thu 28 Jul 2011, 14:58, Reply)