Claridge’s is where the multi-millionaires of Mayfair, movie stars of the ages and even royalty plump their behinds for a weekend thrill. Known far and wide as the best of the best, anybody who’s anybody has spent a night at Claridge’s. The seven-storey terracotta palace stands tall in the heart of the well-heeled streets of Mayfair, far away from the riff-raff of Oxford Street. And to match the envious A-list clientele is a superlative party spirit where every year guests guzzle up to 35,000 bottles of champers – so with this in mind, we thought it was about time we had our night of splendour.
Guest after guest recalls the ”thrill” of passing through those age-old revolving doors into a world of sophistication. Your eye is ravished by the opulence of the art-deco style lobby complete with towering chandelier of frosted-glass snakes and black and white flagstone tiles. But you don’t have long to gaze as almost immediately staff gather around you and lead you to the check-in desk. The tedious task of check-in is soon over and staff recommend you take refuge in the bar with a glass of champagne to revive you.
Claridge’s is home to the oldest lift in London, complete with cream leather sofa and lift attendant – just in case you’re so tired after a day of shopping that you can’t even bring yourself to press the button. In moments we’re standing on the spacious landing of the fifth floor, where we will be housed in a Claridge’s Suite for the night. Looking over the edge of the grand staircase we can’t help but notice the grand piano stood elegantly at the bottom waiting to be played – a truly magnificent sight. We are booked into suite number 511, which along with the rest of the suites has been totally renovated and refurbished within the last year.
The bedroom was a collection of gentle pastel hues, from the Pantone pink walls to the mink cashmere blanket draped over the end of the bed. The pale cupboards covered an entire wall and housed two matching male and female cream rain mac’s for guests to use during their stay, and additionally can be purchased. The bathroom is black and white marble; the toilet seat is heated, the bath products are organically made by the Bamford spa and the dressing-gowns and slippers are as soft and bouncy as plumped-up pillows.
In the living room, no detail is spared – from the matching ostrich leather sofa and ottoman to the selection of fresh strawberries and miniature meringue petit-fours to accompany tea. We had been gifted with a bottle of first-class champagne, Laurent-Perrier and a delicious chocolate cake from the very kind staff. The minibar was stocked with an array of drinks, from spirits and champagne (of which there was a lot!) to good-old elderflower cordial. However, the real bonus of a Claridge’s suite is the round-the-clock butler service. The butlers take pride in knowing their guests likes and dislikes, as around 80% of their customers are repeat customers and the lovely French man who looked after us went out on a whim to look after our every need and desire.
Breakfast was stunning. The menu displays six set full breakfast options, from the classic full-english, to the more exotic Japanese – or if you don’t fancy adding 10lb’s to your body weight after one meal, then there’s the Healthy breakfast (Super green juice, poached egg & avocado on brown toast, quinoa & flax seed porridge and mixed berry and pomegranate salad £34). Our glasses were filled with the most smooth tasting and flavoursome grapefruit juice we’ve ever drunk and our order was taken: we opted for the grapefruit segments (£10), mango & papaya (£15) and raspberry pancakes with mixed berries, maple syrup and clotted cream (£19).
We drank more than our bodyweight in tea – who knew tea could taste so good? And when our breakfast arrived it was gobbled up very promptly. The raspberry pancakes were perfectly cooked and the raspberries had remained juicy and whole, not soggy. The green and white striped crockery is so cute and used throughout the hotel, whether for breakfast in the main dining room or for tea and biscuits in the suite. By far the best breakfast in Europe, but it takes a lot to beat the St Regis Doha breakfast! Next time we’ll order the set breakfast and let you know!
£3,300 (inc VAT)
Brook St, London, W1K 4HR