HOSPITALITY ON 5 RESTAURANT
ASCOT (obviously) BERKSHIRE
We actually stopped going here as over the past couple of years the prices have got really bloody ridiculous as we are now quoted anything from £300 to £500 plus VAT and as far as we are concerned that’s not an option as we could go to any Michelin star restaurant in the evening and watch all the racing from the comfort of my sofa. Ascot On 5 is the best kitted out of all the racecourses with the best viewing balconies going, but boy o boy it’s got its head so far up its own rear end that when you’ve’ blown north of £600 on ok boil in the bag beef and a few drinks the only thing you can do is laugh at yourself and thinking oh well for this discounted price it’s going to be ok, round objects to that then.
On arrival the stand is very impressive and the largest of all the courses that I know of with the restaurant being on the 5th floor track side, while the parade ring side has another lower priced restaurant still way over its worth but with no view of the track so you have to cross to the other side of the stand where there is a seating area for those restaurant goers.
The restaurant itself is set out really well and actually split into two parts by a very nice bar and seating area which every time we’ve been hasn’t really been used. The ceiling to floor glass facing the racecourse is very good as are the viewing areas outside and being this high up and the course being flat you can actually see the entire race with a pair of binoculars. We were shown to a table which had a kind of curved banquet which followed round to the next table for two where there was a bloke about my age and his Eastern European trophy wife with a full compliment of enhanced fillers, cheek implants made her look like a Chipmunk, a pair of size 5 footballs which could grace Wembley Stadium attached to her chest and a pair of bum implants which made me wonder how she stayed on the seat because if your arse is shaped like an egg and can be used to place a cup and saucer down on how the hell do you stay upright. Anyway they were actually really nice and he was bit of a laugh and she wanted to know who coloured the blonds barnet but unfortunately as she is a natural blond it’s only slightly enhanced unlike the rest of her which is still god given and natural.
Menus, food and drinks.
So onto the food offerings before a brief summary of the days racing and the usual accumulated losses which to be honest was not the case this time. After being seated the usual complimentary glass of champagne was served while you get a chance to look at the menus and at this point it’s always good to be at least an hour early to get your orders in and to make sure that you get the food between races and not during, this also give you time to choose any advanced bets like a placepot or any doubles or trebles you fancy throughout the day. For the non interested (which is an awful lot) you can purchase for £10 a lucky pick wallet with a selection of these bets and just get pissed without having to think and I can tell you that after studying form the going the jockey, trainers in form etc you might just as well go for a lucky dip but where’s the fun in that.
As for drinks we really fancied the R de Ruinart NV and the young waitress appeared with a basic Ruinart, not her fault as she was clueless to the difference so off she went to look for the correct one and in return we got the muppet manageress telling us that it’s Ruinart. I know that but it’s not the one on the list leaving me thinking oh fuck I’ve got to explain what the difference is and wasting my time as it turns out this is the only one they have and they don’t sell the one on the list to which I couldn’t believe no one else had actually not noticed, so that apparently is now being changed for the next meeting as if I gave a toss, so we had the basic. For a red I went for the Rioja which I had not heard of, it was ok and what I’d expect from a fairly basic Rioja. The wine list has certainly been reduced in number and quality in the past two years which is a shame as many people here have the money to spend on whatever. The blond kicked off with the sweet potato hash cake which I polished off and it was quite a nice spicy dish and fairly large where as mine being the duck ham could have been anything as it was sliced thinner than tracing paper as one duck could have been an alternative to Jesus Christ and feeding the 5,000 as even in those days I just know there’s going to be the usual allergy crowd who can’t eat bread, fish or any of the other food groups as long as you don’t tell them what their eating, but this would have left an ant thinking so this is what cat walk models consume. Two water bathed beefs followed, easy to tell because of the flabby texture but they were fine and no complaints about the accompanying sides. Before these dishes appeared I had to go to place a bet as there was a lack of Tote people to take bets at the table, the blond had gone to the loo and we returned to two plates of food sitting there which were cold, no we hadn’t asked for them or been asked if or when we wanted them and to top it all they weren’t ours but belonged to the couple on the next table. You can’t blame the kids who serve as I doubt there taught or told before hand so the blame goes to the muppet managing them. Got asked about desert which we didn’t want so cheese it was or so we thought. The muppet had to inform us that none was actually available as they had the total sum of bugger all, bit like the champagne then but at the same time saved us an extra £25.00. Not impressed as this place reckons they are the best, bollocks they are, and like I said most people here by this time couldn’t even make it to the lav without bouncing off the walls so had no idea what they were eating or even doing here.
The horse racing ( it’s why we’re here surprisingly)
This was the final jump meeting of the year before the flat season starts so the fields were actually pretty good with plenty of runners and some class runners so straight into picking my six winners or placed horses for a princely sum of £2.00 outlay for a chance to share or win the £50,000 jackpot. By the fourth race things were looking up as I had three straight winners but the dream died when Stracken ridden by Sam Twiston Davis was hampered by a faller at the first bloody fence and never got into it after that. The following two races I had good form horses who had obviously got into the horse box in the morning took one look at the weather and thought sod running round that it’s muddy and regardless of how good the jockey is if half a ton of animal downs tools there’s sod all anyone can do about it. One other thing Ascot does is print a photo of the jockey in the program which is a nice touch and I guess some people think oh that one looks nice I’ll put a few quid on that then, and as I said probably as much chance of winning as us who study the form.
The racing was good and some were very close races and I did come out with a few winners and places which worked out quite well as it actually paid for the day. Betting like this isn’t going to change my life but then again we don’t actually bet an awful lot because it would make me cry if I lost a bunch of notes so it’s all done for fun and once I’ve lost my limit that’s the end of it game over. So next racing for us is back to Sandown which is still by far the best food and value for money in the country, plus the actual punters are a lot more interesting and down to earth than this lot are.