Tim, the manager, was absolutely incredible—truly the icing on an already perfect cake. The hotel itself is just a short walk from Liverpool Street Station, which made getting there from Heathrow incredibly convenient.
Stepping inside felt like being transported back in time; I practically walked in feeling like King Henry himself. The atmosphere was elegant, immersive, and full of historical magic. Every detail of the hotel felt thoughtfully preserved, like a living time capsule.
The room was stunning, and I loved that each one had a name instead of a number—a whimsical touch that fit the whole fantasy-like vibe of the place. I even got a good laugh staying in a room named after a famous historical prostitute. That’s the beauty of history: not everyone was royalty, and the stories of all kinds of people make it richer.
The bathroom continued the theme with its standalone tub, a faucet shaped like a bird’s beak, and even a toilet with a hand-shaped flusher. Every corner had character and included a library full of real books.
Overall, it was an amazing stay, and I genuinely cannot wait to book another visit. It was simply lovely.
