I swung open the door to my room, and it was… just right. It’s the Goldilocks of budget rooms: not too big, not too small, and the bed is a legendary slab of foam. Seriously, Premier Inn’s Hypnos beds are so good they should have their own cult. I’m pretty sure they use actual magic instead of springs.
The bathroom was a gleaming white box of joy. The shower had actual pressure, not that sad drizzle you get in some places. I could wash my hair without feeling like I was being punished for water conservation.
Here’s a surprising fact: This hotel is so quiet that you forget you’re near a main road. The double glazing is like a sound-proof force field. You could be next to a Formula 1 race and only hear your own gentle snoring. It’s a miracle of modern engineering.
The Dining Experience: Whack-a-Carvery
The on-site restaurant is a Beefeater Grill, which is basically a giant playpen for hungry adults. You get a full English breakfast that is so generous it should come with a health warning and a stretching certificate. The sausages are proper bangers, not those sad little pink fingers.
Images Premier Inn Clacton-on-Sea North Colchester Road
For dinner, I attempted the carvery. It’s like a delicious, chaotic game of whack-a-mole. You grab a plate, try to keep the Yorkshire pudding dry, and hope the gravy doesn’t launch a surprise attack on your shirt. The roast potatoes are crispy godsends.
You can also get a pint of something reasonably cold. It’s not a microbrewery, but it’s beer. And after a day of staring at the North Sea, a cold lager is a noble pursuit.
