We stayed for a night at the Blackpool FC Hotel to see if it’s a place worth cheering about
Themed hotels can really go for it these days.
Built underwater with mermaids and exotic swimming by your room; set in the middle of a safari park with a giraffe popping its head in as your morning alarm, you know the kind.
In Lancashire, Championship side Blackpool Football Club have gone with the more obvious with their hotel – the team’s orange colours are everywhere and a bar and restaurant called The Corner Flag, to name two examples.
But it’s also not tacky or too much to alienate non-Seasiders and football guests staying at the hotel – which is located inside the team’s stadium – with the entrance next to the club supporters’ shop.
So not all-out themed extravagance but not underplayed, either.
I never thought I’d say the grow lights on a football pitch at night would offer up a soothing, almost romantic glow into my hotel room. But here we are.
The golden light hit us as soon as we stepped into our executive room (£94 room rate and £20 to upgrade to pitch view).
The room is dominated by the frankly ginormous bed, which reminded me of that meme of a California King bed with two humans and a practical zoo of pets sleeping perfectly comfortably in it.
We slept well and peacefully and didn’t hear a peep from any other guest or get disturbed by outside noise.
Floor-to-ceiling sliding patio doors span the far wall, giving you a panoramic view of the Bloomfield Road pitch, complete with the Blackpool Tower peeping out over the top of the North Stand.
Disappointingly but understandably, the door is locked as it leads straight out into the stands – a prime view for match days, though.
The room felt relatively scarce, apart from the arty photo print hanging on on the Cadbury-purple walls, with the TV boxed in an ugly thick-set wood frame, matching the bed’s headboard.
The bathroom was basic but sparkling clean, with a shower over the bath, which was powerful and hot and easy to use. The complimentary toiletries consisted of an all-in-one bath and shower wash and shampoo dispenser, which is always a disappointment, even for someone who always buys the body wash on offer in Bodycare.
We were happy to be able to control the temperature in the room ourselves, meaning, unlike the restaurant and bar area which felt like we had stepped out in the Sahara desert for breakfast, we did not melt like The Snowman in the night.
Why are hotels so warm? I’ve found this to be a more common that not occurrence in every one I have stayed in. I must have missed the signing of the worldwide ‘hotels must be hotter than a bonfire’ treaty.
Talking of breakfast, it had your standard cooked options, bacon, sausages, tomatoes and mushrooms and eggs (runny scrambled and decent fried) along with plenty of continental options, cereal and fruit.
Not forgetting the dreaded treadmill toaster of doom, which either leaves your bread as slightly less bread-like or cremated. But I am pleased to report this one gave us a pretty even toast ratio, which may be down to the stern printed note attached to it which said “do not put your toast through twice as it WILL burn”. You ‘erd.
We didn’t eat our evening meal in the hotel, but glancing at the menu it offers traditional, predictable pub grub such as burgers, steaks, sandwiches and pies.
The staff were cheery, efficient and chatty, especially the barman on duty in the evening, who suggested we check out the view on the terrace, which was a great spot to enjoy a glass of fizz, overlooking the pitch.
Everything was clean and well kempt and we enjoyed the splashes of grandeur with the huge chandelier on the stairway.
Any Tangerines fan will undoubtedly appreciate the little touches of the club’s history interspersed around the hotel, such as the original orange turnstiles.
I can imagine the opportunity to sleep so close to the pitch, a hallowed surface for any dedicated football fan, is mighty tempting and although I’m not a Blackpool supporter, I certainly appreciate the sentiment.