Now, the room. The Hypnos bed is the real star here. It’s the hotel equivalent of a bear hug from a very soft, glacier-white marshmallow. You will sink into it, and your life’s problems—like your tax return or why you agreed to a 9 a.m. meeting—will just melt away. I’m convinced they lace the pillows with a mild sedative, because I fell asleep once before my head even hit the pillow.
Premier Inn Nottingham City Centre (Chapel Bar) hotel 7 Chapel Quarter
The bathroom is a compact marvel of modern engineering. The shower has water pressure so powerful it could exfoliate your soul. You know that moment when you’re rinsing shampoo out of your hair, and it feels like a tiny, hot waterfall is forgiving you for yesterday’s mistakes? That’s this shower. The towels are fluffy and huge, big enough to wrap around a small elephant or a very large ego.
Surprising fact: Premier Inn rooms have a no-fuss policy on noise. Seriously, the soundproofing is so good you could host a secret mime convention and nobody would hear a thing. I once watched a full episode of a True Crime documentary at 2 a.m. with the volume on “max,” and my neighbour’s snoring only slightly disturbed me. It’s like a sensory deprivation tank with a kettle.
Breakfast: The Most Important Meal of Your Excuse
Breakfast at the Premier Inn Chapel Bar is a beautiful, chaotic buffet of choice. You have the “Unlimited Continental” option, which is a sad little croissant and a tub of yoghurt that’s been sitting there since the Jurassic period. Or you go full “Ultimate Full English”, which involves a plate of bacon, sausages, eggs, and the kind of beans that defy gravity. It’s deeply satisfying in a “I’m about to regret this” kind of way.
Premier Inn Nottingham City Centre (Chapel Bar) hotel, Nottingham, GB
The coffee machine is a Rube Goldberg device that produces hot, brown water with a faint hint of caffeine. It’s not good coffee—it’s hotel coffee, which is a distinct category. But the toast? Oh, the toast is glorious. It comes in a self-serve machine that burns it just enough to make it crispy but not ashen, a perfect metaphor for your life choices the night before. Pro tip: take a banana for the road; they never count.
