The Dorchester Suite is a fancy affair. First there’s the handsome living room: a cream-coloured marvel, with a writing desk overlooking Hyde Park (how very Logan Roy). Second, the cosy, pastel-hued bedroom with thick yellow curtains - which, of course, open at the press of a button.
Then there’s the entirely-marble bathroom, with a tub that is the ‘deepest in London,’ says the butler. Who, by the way, is on hand for absolutely Caviar for breakfast? Not a problem: there’s a giant brioche topped with scrambled eggs and black gold on the menu. This followed by a bottle of Veuve Clicquot, while lazing on the smart cream sofas? Total heaven.
Stepping into the iconic world of Claridge's, one must prepare to be enchanted by its opulent luxury, reserved for the most esteemed of guests. The two-bedroom royal suite is a captivating blend of rich history and modern comfort, paying homage to Queen Elizabeth II's Coronation with intricate design details. As this Tatler editor did, embrace the decedent morning routine of Princess Margaret, breakfast in bed - if you fancy something sweet, order the Claridge’s waffle and a double espresso - followed by a lavish hour long bubble bath.
As you wander through the glitzy foyer and into the serene bedroom oasis, adorned in regal blue hues and elegant flourishes, you'll feel transported to a bygone era of royal splendour. Since Queen Victoria's visit in 1860, Claridge’s has been the epitome of royal elegance. If you're seeking a nigh.