My request of wine sampling at Inn on the Twenty eventually led to a long weekend getaway. But, when my first choice had filled up within twenty-four hours of contemplating the idea, we were directed to alternate accommodations within the Vintage Hotels lineup. Careful examination of the available options eventually led to Prince of Wales in Niagara-on-the-Lake, where the Summer Lovin' Package was chosen on its inclusions of a three-course dinner and complimentary wine to the room.
The trip had estimated two hours, but, like many previous Niagara-bound drives, gradually grew longer and longer. Much to my annoyance, a portion of the route was traversed on local, first exiting onto Trafalgar at 407, then along Dundas until Guelph Line. Congestion was horrendous, yet it wasn't even the start - nor the end! - of a long weekend!
The shelves were stocked with blue and yellow bags of coffee, with more unlabelled bags behind the brewing counter. Product-specific details hadn't been communicated very clearly, for the fruity Single Origins all had the same packaging, but merely different profile cards stapled on the backside.
Unfortunately, it wasn't very nitro, for the foam was nonexistent. A sweeter, medium blend of Million Dollar had been used for the Cold Brew, but I had developed distinct fondness for the refreshing yet complex notes embodied by my small Americano.
Across from the the asphalt lot I normally took to for past visits to COWS was the designated parking area for Prince of Wales guests. The observation hadn't been made until we turned onto the property from King St. There were numbered slots that would be noted to concierge upon check-in, along with a reserved "Team Member of the Month" spot.
From the moment my eyes fell upon the hotel interior, I was elated - Prince of Wales was absolutely gorgeous! Classic was its décor, exuding a refined, timeless essence synonymous with the overall aura of Niagara-on-the-Lake. Unlike many Google reviews, the setting was not "old-fashioned", but rather sophisticated and upscale, drawing inspiration from the hotel's British origins as opposed to the all-too-common, dust- and cobweb-covered North American "vintage".
The lobby had also been embellished with red and white balloons with maple leaves in honour of Canada Day.
A sense of cohesiveness would prevail while transitioning between storeys: the pattern on the ground-level wooden flooring matched the plush, mahogany carpet of the upper floors. Chandeliers and delicate bulb lamps served to illuminate the corridors, its walls partially adorned with the same rectangular embossing as the pillars in the lobby.
Residing on a smaller table were Nespresso pods, its corresponding brewing apparatus, and two white ceramic mugs with saucers. Hidden with a faux chest of drawers was the mini fridge. Above the drawers was a TV, which could be operated in the traditional sense of cable or by utilizing its Chromecast-equipped features.
The toilet could be flushed by pulling up on the vertical lever on top of the tank. The format nixed the "push and hold" option. I wasn't too certain about water pressure levels in the area, thus resolved to flushing several times to prevent clogging. By the toilet was a corded telephone - perhaps the rarest sight in any hotel room visited to date. A thin layer of dust was spotted cloaking this contraption, indicating its evident lack of popularity.