Walking into the lobby feels like a hug from a cheerful robot—clean, efficient, and with that signature Premier Inn purple everywhere. The staff? Genuinely lovely. The woman at reception didn’t even blink when I asked for an extra pillow at 11 p.m.; she just handed it over with a smile. I half expected a “no problem” tattooed on her forehead, that’s how chill she was. Pro tip: If you arrive early and your room isn’t ready, they’ll store your luggage for free—so you can go explore without dragging a suitcase through a Pret A Manger.
Now, the rooms. They’re what you’d expect from Premier Inn: comically comfortable beds. I’m talking the kind of mattress that makes you forget you have a spine. The pillows are a bit like Goldilocks—one is too soft, one is too firm, but the third? Just right. You’ll probably find yourself lying there at 10 a.m., wondering if you’re legally required to get up for the breakfast buffet. (Spoiler: you’re not, but you should.)
The Breakfast Buffet: A Religious Experience
Speaking of breakfast, let’s talk about the All-You-Can-Eat situation. For a small fee (around £12 last I checked, but prices shift like London weather), you get: sausages, bacon, eggs, hash browns, baked beans, toast, pastries, fruit, yogurt, and—brace yourself—unlimited coffee or tea. It’s the kind of spread that makes you want to write a thank-you note to the chef. I swear the sausages are secretly blessed by a dachshund-loving monk. My only regret? I didn’t bring a second stomach.
One warning: the breakfast hour gets busy, especially on weekends. If you see a queue forming at 8 a.m., just know that’s the sound of people realizing they’re not going to conquer London on an empty stomach. Grab a table early, or be prepared to awkwardly hover near a family eating scrambled eggs. (Yes, I’ve done that. No, I’m not proud.)
Hotel Premier Inn London Fulham, United Kingdom - www.trivago.co.uk
