You have to eat at Brasserie Mal. It’s located in the old prison’s visiting hall. Remember, this is where families cried and smuggled in contraband.
Now, you sit under the same high windows eating duck confit and chocolate fondant. I half-expect the waiter to say, “Enjoy the dessert, but no talking during dinner. Rule 43.”
Malmaison Oxford prison hotel review: A (luxury) night behind bars
Warning: the “prison bread” on the menu is a gimmick. It’s actually delicious, sourdough rye. Don’t be disappointed; just enjoy the irony.
