The Connaught, London, England – Hotel Review
As my taxi pulled up to the Connaught’s main entrance, I had one thought: namely that the staff wouldn’t remember my last visit to the storied hotel. Granted, I was only six at the time but, from what my parents had recounted on many occasions, my comportment then had not really been up to Connaught standards.
I needn’t have worried. As I arrived at the Victorian building, which has been carefully restored to its former glory, a liveried doorman opened the car’s door and welcomed me. Within moments, I was at the front desk checking in and, given the early morning hour, invited to wait a short while and enjoy some tea in the breakfast room while my room was being prepared.
The Piano Sutherland Suite, was traditional and stately, with a living room that was reminiscent of an English manor’s drawing room, with high ceilings, wonderful artwork, and a 1909 Steinway concert grand in perfect tune.
The bedroom was equally magnificent although a bit less ornate. In addition to the extremely comfortable king-sized bed, there was a small writing desk nearby, two wonderful armoires, and several cushy chairs. Inside one of the armoires were two Burberry raincoats for use during my stay. How thoughtful.
The bath area was clad in exquisite grey and burgundy marble with a small television built into the wall. It featured an oversized soaking tub and separate stall shower; the water closet was behind another door, on which was clearly stenciled “Water Closet” just to be clear about its purpose.