The breakfast buffet is a beast. You’ve got the full English: bacon, sausages, eggs, beans, and even those weird little hash browns that taste like pure happiness. I went back for seconds, and then thirds of the pastries. No regrets.
The bar downstairs is called The Brew Room, and it’s perfectly average—in a good way. You can get a pint of beer or a decent glass of wine while watching tourists stumble in from the London Eye, dizzy from the height. Their nachos are surprisingly good, which is rare for a hotel bar.
One night, I sat there and watched a man try to fold his London map upside down. It was free entertainment. He never succeeded.
The Quirks (Because Every Hotel Has Them)
Listen, no place is perfect. The lift can be slow during check-in, because everyone wants to go up at the exact same time. And the corridors are long—like, really long. I once got lost and accidentally ended up near the staff break room. I waved at a guy eating a sandwich, and he just stared at me.
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Also, the building is vast. It used to be a government hub, so some hallways feel like you’re in a movie about a spy. But that’s part of the charm, honestly.
