REVIEW: The Zetter Townhouse, Clerkenwell
Clerkenwell is one of our favourite places. With proper London boozers, chic restaurants and centuries of history to boot, it’s also home to a few fabulous hotels. The Zetter Townhouse is up there with the best of them, combining chintzy charm with modern conveniences, old school glamour with up to date flair.
Rooms range from small (but perfectly formed) to large and opulent Grand Suites, all draped in unusual fabrics and offbeat patterns. Ours was a Townhouse Club, bedecked in Royal Blues, reds and oranges reminiscent of a night at the circus. A wooden wall hatch opened onto the compact bathroom, allowing a cheeky peek at the brilliant power shower, soft bathrobes and comfy slippers. A grand chair sat by the window – perfect for looking out onto the square below and spotting guests checking into futuristic sister hotel The Zetter across the cobbles.
Soft linen, an ornate writing desk packed with information about the surrounding area, an iPod dock, flat screen TV and REN bath products sealed the deal – this was definitely our kind of hotel. It’s the little things that make it – hot water bottles with hand-knitted covers, mist-free bathroom mirrors and complimentary Spring water from the Zetter borehole made us fall a little bit harder for this room than most.
Outside, the hallways are stacked with postcards and ephemera add just the right touch of whimsy, without appearing dusty or old fashioned as some vintage-inspired venues can. Seemingly modelled on the home of an eccrentic uncle or aunt, the entire hotel is packed with trinkets and curios, the cocktail bar downstairs the busiest room of them all. A kangaroo stands in the corner donning boxing gloves, while a stuffed cat in a frilly dress guards another. Old recipes for tinctures, bitters and herbal remedies have inspired the cocktail menu, laced with homemade cordials and infusions that sit behind an apothecary style counter. We loved every minute of our evening in here, and enjoyed a pleasantly quiet night on a squashy sofa, avoiding eye contact with that funny, be-frocked feline.
A final thumbs up for the food. Nursing slightly sore heads the next morning, we ordered breakfast in bed, and were not disappointed by the hearty vegetarian plates that soon arrived, piping hot. Avocado, mushroom, toast and eggs settled the stomach before we braved the cold outside world, not so taken with the silliness we’d become accustomed to inside The Zetter Townhouse. A parallel reality we’d like to return to as soon as possible.
Amy @ FashionBite xx