Claridge’s, London – Hotel Review
The butler did it.
There, I said it, and I’m not even the writer of cheap pulp fiction or detective novels.
Come to think of it, the butler brought me ginger tea with honey each evening, created an ad hoc brunch when several friends stopped by one Sunday morning without warning, and turned my Wagamama’s takeout one evening into an elegant feast.
But I digress.
Claridge’s, located in the heart of Mayfair, just off new Bond Street, first opened its doors in 1898. It quickly established a reputation for elegance without a hint of stuffiness, making it a favorite of statesmen, movie stars, and aristocrats visiting from across the globe.
Walking in for the first time, I was welcomed by several individuals who already knew my name, and I was guided to the front desk, where check-in formalities were brief. My room was ready and I was escorted to it in what I was told is the oldest working lift still in operation in the city.
My Mayfair Suite was furnished in an elegant Art Deco style with stylish lighting fixtures, rich materials, and luxurious fabrics. At the far end of the huge living room, near the windows, was a desk and work area. In the middle was a sitting area with two chairs and a sofa facing a non-working fireplace and an entertainment center. Near the entrance was a dining area big enough for five to sit comfortably.