The review: George V - fine-dining at its finest

I just about manage to restrain myself from saying "I told you so." We are sitting at a window table in the opulent - nay, lavish - extravaganza that is the George V dining room at Ashford Castle and my husband is having an amount of difficulty in moving his arms. His jacket is on the small side, and looks as if it might have fitted him around the time he was making his first communion.