One can only assume that 1974 was an exceptional year for the Bacchus Hotel, as time has frozen leaving this 'unique' establishment trapped there; a living reminder of yester-year. From tassled lampshades to lurid pink curtains, the decor is reminiscent of 'faintly eccentric, elderly persons proudly invite you to view their council house'. As marvelous as this sounds, readers may be saddened to hear that there are in fact NO knitted dollies hiding the spare loo rolls :(
This one oversight notwithstanding, I can heartily recommend the Bacchus Hotel should you have a friend or family member who has suffered a concusion and still believes it to be the 1970's.
It'd be too easy to draw comparisons between the Bacchus and Fawlty Towers, but that'd be a cheap shot and all too easy (and probably done to death by now by those unfortunates who strayed here).
Oh, and one final thing; do not accept room 10 or if you do, do not leave anything of value in the room - there is an emergency exit in room 10 meaning "in case of fire, make sure you're dressed as you'll be having company", I kid you not, there is a (obviously UNLOCKED for safety reasons) door that leads from the corrider into your room that leads to the fire escape proper. It's funny until someone decides they want a sneaky cigerette on the fire escape... O.o