It is with great, GREAT excitement that I share with you my first ever hotel review! Admittedly, its subject is not exactly a place I’m unfamiliar with. It is however a place I’ve always longed to crash at after a night spend dining at Berner’s Tavern or drinking cocktails in the Lobby Bar or Punch Room. Yep, you’ve guessed it, today’s review is all about The London EDITION. Since the hotel opened it’s doors last September – conveniently just in time for London Fashion Week – it’s been one of my favourite places to dress fabulously and behave badly so when they asked if I fancied a staycation in one of it’s divine Loft Suite’s, I didn’t exactly have to think hard about my reply. In fact I believe my reply was along the lines of “omg yes can I come tomorrow” but unsurprisingly The London EDITION doesn’t usually have lastminute.com style rooms going spare. Instead I spent weeks and in fact several months psyching up to my stay and boring the bar and restaurant staff about said stay whenever I happened to be in for drinks or dinner which, I’m slightly embarrassed to admit, was perhaps more times than could be considered healthy for the old bank balance. And did it live up to my dangerously high expectations? Did it hell. Within seconds of arriving accompanied by Michaela, her camera and more clothes than anyone needs for a one night stay I had decided that I never wanted to leave and resigned myself to being thoroughly bummed out when I had to go home.
Our Loft Suite at The London EDITION… Please can I move in?
First and foremost, let’s talk about the room, one of The Loft Suites AKA my dream studio apartment. Actually considering the size of the vast bathroom, complete with giant modernist tub and separate shower and toilet situation, it was probably at least double the size of most places advertised as “studios” and about a million times as luxurious. I mean, seriously luxurious albeit not in the Rococo fabulous ornate style of the lobby and restaurant. We’re talking modern wood panelling meets clean white walls, ultra modern and impeccably chic with the biggest, comfiest, fur throw strewn king sized bed of all time. As you can see from the snaps, Michaela and I made ourselves right at home and decided we should ideally move in right then and there. Tempted though we were to get stuck into a communal mope about how much we wished our own apartments were similarly equipped with such luscious sleeping facilities, slick furniture as well as a twice daily maid service and perma stocked minibar (lethal) we decided instead to embark on a photo session before heading downstairs to the bar.
As you might remember, I decided that sassing up a leather pencil skirt with my new fave StyleStalker tank top would be the perfect ensemble for a spot of afternoon debauchery and lounging on yet more stylishly comfy furniture. That theory proved true and I felt exactly like a young Carine Roitfeld enjoying a lazily luxe Saturday afternoon. Evidently the combination of figure skimming leather, decadent surroundings and delectable rosé is a recipe for self delusion.
Drinks finished, we headed back to our self proclaimed “home from home” for an outfit change (ok, I had an outfit change, Michaela is a far less ridiculous person than me) before venturing out into the balmy night. One very indulgent dinner and many drinks at Soho House later we returned, with friends, to dance in The Basement club before retiring to our suite where fine wine seemed like a fantastic idea at four in the morning. Even in the wee hours, the staff were charming, attentive and didn’t roll an eye when I got the number wrong about six times. Within minutes of placing our, in all honesty, highly unnecessary order an excellent bottle was delivered by a smartly attired gentleman and proceeded to be left undrunk on the coffee table as me and Michaela gave in to the allure of our down comforted duvet and crisp imported linens. After bouncing on the bed for a bit, obviously.
I won’t lie to you, I was not at my most bright eyed and bushy tailed when I awoke the next morning. I did however feel like I’d just enjoyed the best night’s sleep I’d had in a long time (currently trying to replace my own mattress, it pales in comparison) and after a long, hot shower slash pampering session involving every single custom made Le Labo product I could find in the bathroom, life seemed pretty darned awesome. Even more so after an even longer and incredibly leisurely brunch at Berner’s Tavern. I’ve only breakfasted at Berner’s for meetings in the past and have to say, when you can really focus on your eggs and avocado on toast, order fifteen Cappuccinos without feeling judged and not have to worry about anything work related or accidentally falling asleep half way through the experience is all the more enjoyable.
Baked Cotswold eggs with Smoked Haddock & Gruyère Cheese (Michaela)
Poached Eggs & Avocado on toast (me)
Eggs Florentine (Lara)
To anyone considering a stay at The London EDITION, go now, and don’t leave before you absolutely have to. More info on getting it booked can be found right here.
Love Ella. X
Images by Michaela Peker