First, the location. You are literally a two-minute waddle from Earl’s Court tube station. That means you can be at Buckingham Palace before the Queen’s ghost has finished her morning tea. The neighborhood itself is a lovely mix of Victorian townhouses and pubs where the beer flows like a river of liquid courage.
And speaking of pubs, there’s a Wetherspoon’s just down the road. But don’t tell them I sent you—they’ll think you’re a lightweight. The hotel sits on a surprisingly quiet street, so you won’t be serenaded by drunk rugby fans at 3 AM, which is a miraculous feat for London.
