This place has lost its magic since Michael Wignall left for the Latymer at Pennyhill park! My wife and I have visited the Devonshire arms, Bolton Abbey twice previously and both times were truly exceptional. How standards have fallen. In September 2011 we decided to return to rekindle memories of our Honeymoon in 2003. We have absolutely no complaints about our room but our special evening in the Burlington restaurant was an absolute disaster. After a short time looking at our menus we realised we had each been given a different one. The Maitre D apologised and returned with the correct menus. After browsing we made our choices and politely requested an alternative to the Foie gras which neither of us are particularly keen on. We shared a glass of champagne at the bar and also ordered a bottle as a prelude to our much anticipated special meal. We were led through the elegant and luxurious dining room, where we had eaten on our previous visits and shown to a brightly lit table in the conservatory with very uncomfortable seats and cushions. Our table was one of many set up military fashion in a line and packed tightly together with very little space or privacy between any of the diners. After being seated we were informed that our Champagne was not properly chilled and we would have to leave it in the ice bucket situated between ours and our neighbours tables. This meant we had nothing apart from water to drink with our first course. Our meal continued and surprise surprise.... we were both served the Foie gras dish that we had clearly told the Maitre D we didn't want. Once more apologies were offered and the correct starters were served. Apart from the sweets the food was pretty tasteless and forgettable. This was accentuated by the fact that we had eaten the previous evening at another 4 AA starred Restaurant Martin Wishart's in Edinburgh which was simply on another level both taste and service wise to the Burlington. A number of times we attempted to joke & converse with the table staff but found them quite disrespectful and standoff-ish. I desperately looked for the Maitre D a few times but he was rarely around the whole evening which I thought was unbelievable for such a supposedly high class establishment. Some other incidents include having to wait long periods before our drinks were re-filled, being interupted by staff while conversing with fellow diners and the waiter pouring our water with his back turned away from us. Foolishly, the following morning we decided to go for breakfast which was once again served in the conservatory. We were served by one of the previous nights waiting staff who whilst chatting to my wife, to my utter disbelief described me as "him". It pains me to say but the Burlington restaurant in the Devonshire arms used to be one of the finest in the UK but judging by our last visit it's not even one of the best in Yorkshire. Regrettably, we will not be back.