London. I’ve written before about how it’s so easy to miss parts of a city you’ve lived in, a city you were born in. Particularly when that place is London.
With a population bigger than most countries in Europe, a history that punches hard and a present that pulses with change, it’s fair to say that, in London, a lot goes on.
The hotel itself matches the vibe of the area: modern on the outside, aching with hipster cool within.
But most of all – and again in line with Bermondsey itself – it matched London old with London new.
Bermondsey itself has had a few claims to fame over the years. Nearly one thousand years ago it strolled into the Domesday Book, a few centuries later it dispensed with a villain in Oliver Twist, and in Da Vinci Code style, it wrapped its fortunes up with those of the Knights Templar.
By the 19th century, Bermondsey’s brick-lined wharves processed leather and hides but the bombing of the Blitz and the change in riverside operations led the area into decline.There’s scant sign of decline now.
Art galleries and cosy eateries lead away from the Bermondsey Square, itself a place to cosy up inside amid vintage books and bold new design.
Rooms are squeaky clean and white, with flashes of hot, hot pink. I stayed in the Woolyard suite, complete with spacious balcony, an unusual find for a London hotel and one that the rain stopped me from testing.
Fast wifi, powerful shower, comfy bed all present and correct.
As a hip kind of boutique, the staff are friendly and accommodating but there’s no dedicated concierge and when it comes to your luggage, you’ll have to fend for yourself. This is a place for young people, rather than the old and weary.
The restaurant gets the most important thing right: the food. However, the young folk head out for dinner on a Saturday night, leaving a ghost of an atmosphere behind. By breakfast, the place was buzzing and the sense of Bermondsey cosiness returned.
Breakfast came, for me, with baked eggs and spiced bean cannelloni, an unusual twist with the perfect warmth for the winter weather.
One key thing to note, though: there’s no pork and no alcohol served on the premises (although you can take wine bought outside to your room, should you wish.)
- Location in a cool and quirky part of central London
- Friendly staff
- Unpretentious design and open shared areas
- Quiet night’s sleep!
No alcohol served
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Disclosure: I received a complimentary night’s accommodation at the Bermondsey Square Hotel for review purposes. As ever, as always, I keep the right to write what I like. Otherwise, what’s the point?