Rosewood London is a Fun House of a hotel – you could stay for a week and happily not leave for things to see and do. You’ve got Pearl, the hotel’s dog, who sits in a bed in the foyer, or the love birds, perched alongside each other in their cage on the first floor.
There’s the marble staircase, untouched from its time as the Pearl Assurance building, which is a thing of symmetrical beauty. There’s a corridor containing a rumoured £1m worth’s of copper.
You’ve got the hotel’s restaurant, Holborn Dining Room, with hits on the menu like lobster Thermidor tart (£18) or the ever changing pies (currently there’s a magnificent grouse pithivier, £26.50). Exec chef Calum Franklin seems to be some kind of pastry wizard. We enjoy a Scotch Egg (£10) on the terrace in the courtyard. The seats are heated which is a lovely touch.
Then there’s Scarfe’s Bar, in my eyes London’s handsomest bar. On our Sunday visit we sip on Iron Ladies (£17), a heady mix of Talisker 10 yr old Whisky, porcini and spiced Malbec reduction, while listening to a pianist sing jolly tunes.
Our home for the night: a Grand Premier Suite, number 338, which consists of a large living space with views onto leafy High Holborn, a modest bedroom and a bathroom with more marble than Liberace’s house.
The toiletries are Czech & Speake which I’m not familiar with but after a good scrub I’m a convert – they are as luxurious as the surroundings. There’s even a telly in the wall at the end of the bath for goodness sake.
We order room service. Butter chicken (£28) might be pricey but it’s top notch curry. Homemade parathas are crisp and on the right side of greasy. My gentleman companion orders the club sandwich (£22) which is a solid version of the classic. The tarragon mayo brings the whole thing alive.
Breakfast is served in the Mirror Room, with its reflective ceiling and serene atmosphere. Scrambled eggs with flakes of smoked salmon (£19) is made more indulgent with two whopping potato röstis, both crisp and fluffy. My gentleman companion goes all healthy with an egg white omelette with spinach and tomatoes. And a side of avocado, naturally.
The whole Rosewood London experience is undoubtedly an impressive one. Wether you spend your time in your robe, lying on the king size bed eating curry, singing to the love birds or drinking Scarfe’s Bar dry, there really is something for everyone.
Would we go back? Yes
We stayed as guests of the hotel but paid for our food.