Black Bull Hotel was our final destination in the quiet, beautiful and charming town of Wark. It was exactly the sort of town that me and my girlfriend look for on a weekend away. The classic cottage and blue sky look that hides within the more tranquil areas of England. I knew it was going to be a lovely weekend. We parked up on the village square and first went to check in at the hotel before bringing our luggage. The building itself sits well with the surrounding landscape and has a really homely appearance. We opened the front doors and were straight into the bar by the barkeeper who gave us a friendly greeting and put all things aside the second we walked through the door (although the place wasn't heaving to be fair). The customers of the pub alone were of the same demographic: Old-aged Farmer Men. The customers of the hotel above were of the same demographic: Retired couples. So it gives you a sense of the pleasant and peaceful atmosphere. Anyway, we had given our details and were then guided past the bar, up the stairs and to the first door on the right. Room number 2. We were told beforehand that this was the best room available (and later on we discovered quite a few rooms were available). We were led into the room and were instantly greeted by an unexpected bad odor. It was a weird smell that I can't put any cause to. It only came from this room in particular after further inspection. The second thing I noticed came from the feel of the carpet. It was a thick grey carpet that really stood out in the hall amongst the more feminine purple walls. Anyway, we were only in the hallway and were judging too fast. First door on the right was the bedroom. It, unfortunately, was another surprise. My girlfriend had booked this hotel and I was going into it without seeing photos but I assumed it would be the classic, neat, hotel room look which always feels so inviting. Granted, this is a pub hotel but that's no reason to ignore aesthetics entirely. But after seeing the bedroom I have abandoned that naive assumption I've always made going into a hotel. Firstly the size of the room was too small for the bed and the wardrobe to fit gracefully. Instead it looked like the bedroom was simply a storage room for some spare furniture. I saw an open door right by the head of the bed which at first glance I assumed was a bathroom, but then turned out to be a tiny kitchen. It was cool having an oven in a hotel room but then we had no use for it as there were no pots, pans or trays. I'm pretty sure there was no cutlery too....but that is just probably my half thought embellishment. A particular annoyance from the kitchen was that it had no door. So I was staring at a cooker while getting to sleep. The bedroom walls were plain white and had pencil marks and dirt across them. Now into the lounge. Yes a lounge! Wasn't expecting that! It had couches and a TV which was awesome! However the design of the lounge was startling. I didn't want to offend the woman guiding us into it with such pride but I couldn't help look a little confused at the choice of literally every design detail within the room. It can only be described as cheap, tacky goth. It was genuinely strange. What I saw were clashes of a thick grey carpet with plain black and purple walls, grey leather couches, shiny grey curtains and a random bed behind the couch. Yes a plain white bed just sat in the corner pretending it wasn't there. It was hilarious. The only good find was the toilet room. I replace "bath" with "toilet" because there was no bath. Just a shower cubicle. Didn't look awful and we enjoyed our break from the other rooms with a distracting shower. Another plus was that we kind of managed to ignore the weird smell after a while and when it got dark the rooms didn't look too bad because the lights in the room were so dim it was almost pointless having them on. Nonetheless we could sit back and enjoy a good film on the TV. However we had to turn it up quite high because of the noise from downstairs jukebox. The floors must be very thin because we could hear the music from the jukebox very clearly and loudly. Which then became more troublesome as we went to bed. I'm very impressed with myself for managing to fall asleep with the blasting sounds of a jukebox playing til I don't know when in the morning. So that was the first night and we were up and ready for some breakfast. The dining area isn't impressive but it isn't terrible. And as for the service, I couldn't complain. The staff were all great and there is nothing bad to say of them. They weren't too pretentious and disinterested and they weren't too in your face and annoying. The breakfast was a basic full English and was fairly tasty. Breakfast wasn't bad. And that pretty much concludes the overall stay. Me and my girlfriend should probably have had the guts to get all our stuff together and requested a different room as some of them didn't look bad and probably weren't directly above the jukebox. I must say however if you're reading this and still going, don't accept room number 2 (unless it's been improved).