Our ‘experience’ with Santa that wasn’t an experience!
My friends and I have attended the Sunday Lunch with Father Christmas experience for the past three years, and until now it has always been a highlight of our festive season. We’ve returned year after year because it used to be magical—a warm, thoughtful, child-friendly event that created wonderful memories for our girls. Sadly, this year’s visit was the complete opposite, and we left feeling utterly let down.
To begin with, when pre-ordering we were told there was no children’s Sunday lunch option, only to discover on the day that one had been added to the menu. When my friend phoned to ask if her daughter could have it, she was met with an unapologetic “no.” On top of that, we were told to arrive at 12 instead of our booked 12:30 slot because they were “very busy”—yet we were the first ones in the room, and it remained half-empty even after we left.
Gone were the thoughtful touches that once made this event special: no complimentary tea or coffee, no children’s colouring or crafts on the table, and no staff to take drink orders—we were simply told to go to the bar ourselves.
When the meals arrived, the children’s portion was frankly insulting: one sausage, a teaspoon of peas, and a smear of mash across a nearly empty plate. We had to ask for more mash and gravy just to make it resemble a proper meal.
The Santa experience, the reason we—and so many other families—book this event, was the most disappointing part. We waited over 2 hours and 15 minutes for Santa to walk around, by which time the children were bored, restless, and asking to go home. When he finally appeared, even the children noticed immediately that he “wasn’t the real Santa”—the cheap suit and poor presentation made it glaringly obvious.
The usual festive, immersive setup was completely missing. No fake snow, no Christmas tree, no warm welcome, no Mrs Claus offering carrots or chocolate coins for Christmas Eve traditions. And the Santa himself seemed uncomfortable, unable to hold a simple conversation with the children, resorting to jokes far beyond their age range.
Attempting to raise these concerns with the owner was the final disappointment. He was dismissive, rude, and showed zero interest in listening—going so far as to say they “weren’t offering an experience” and that they “were not a kindergarten.” This attitude speaks volumes.
After years of lovely visits, this year was shockingly poor from start to finish. What used to be a magical family tradition has been reduced to a disorganised, joyless, bare-minimum effort.
We will not be returning, and we certainly could not justify paying for what was—by their own admission—not an experience.







