*stay part of a complimentary press trip
I don’t often have the opportunity to stay overnight in London. The most familiar hotels I know are the ones outside of my own city- and even when it comes to a stay-cation, I’m most likely to fancy a trip in another city just so it feels like a little bit of a ‘break’ from the big smoke. Plus, when the train ride from central is just over 20 minutes as the clock strikes twelve, I feel like my excuses to stay in town are few and far between…
But enter The Hoxton in Southwark. Having already been a huge fan of their Shoreditch, Holborn, Paris and New York hotels (which is possibly the most well travelled I’ve ever sounded)- I was very excited about the opening of their shiny new property south of the river, a stone’s throw away from Blackfriars and a hop, skip and jump from London Bridge, Borough and all of my favourite spots this side of the Thames. Fortunately for my Oyster card, I was invited (along with Trouva) for an evening at their Southwark hotel- and couldn’t have fallen in love with it more.
From walking into the lobby (which feels like a nod to the open-plan retro heaven that is their Williamsburg hotel)- it’s safe to say from the word go, the hotel oozes the cosiness and warmth that The Hoxton do so well. With sofas for working (or, ahem, lounging)- it very easily fills that ‘home away from home’ hole that’s oh so craved when you’re anywhere else but the comfort of your own sofa. With their restaurant Albie, also downstairs- it’s a total hub for anything from after work drinks, romantic dinners to contract signing during a busy day of freelancing.
And that’s before we’ve even got to the room! Seafood restaurant Seabird takes residency on the top floor, with the hotel boasting the most stunning rooftop city views- so you’re pretty spoilt for choice when you wind up here. Plus the rooms are somethin’ somethin’ too. With scalloped velvet headboards, panelled walls and dreamy wicker chairs (perfect for draping your cosy fleece over) there’s something a little more grown up about the rooms here- with gallery-style artwork adorning the walls and a walk-in shower that exists only here and in my imaginary New York apartment of dreams.
Although I know I’ll probably be a bit sparse on excuses to stay, I can’t recommend it enough for anyone visiting London. It feels buzzy, cosy and the perfect place to rest your head after hot footing it across the city from a day of exploring. Plus, as I left in the morning after the most gorgeous nights sleep, this song from the Parent Trap was playing in reception (THE Martin and Annie handshake scene)- and if that ain’t the sign of a good London hotel than I don’t know what is…