I probably go past the St. Pancras Renaissance Hotel around 2 to 3 times a week, I’ve been to events there, I’ve even had a few meetings, and each time I step inside the beautifully restored Victorian Gothic building the architecture takes my breath away, so I was a little giddy when I found out I’d be spending the night before whizzing over to Paris as part of a press trip.
The façade is spectacular, Gilbert Scott really knew what he was doing, and even during my short stay I loved getting lost just admiring the architectural details, from the grand staircase, which if you’re a Spice Girls fan you might recognise, to the Gothic Revival metalwork, gold leaf ceilings, the stunning wall designs, and those tiles that are just asking to be Instagrammed with the #IHaveAThingWithFloors!!!
The grandeur of the period features works really well with the contemporary interior, I think the balance makes this one of the most luxurious hotels in London, and I certainly wasn’t disappointed with the Junior Suite that I stayed in, the only downside was that it was for less than 24-hours, which so wasn’t long enough.
There are 245 rooms at the St.Pancras Hotel, you can have a view of the gorgeous façade or the train station, and I would totally recommend looking into the suites as they offer the full glamour you would expect from such a beautiful hotel, plus you get access to the very stylish Chambers Club, where you get complimentary snacks and drinks, and who doesn’t love getting access to an exclusive club.
Back to my Junior Suite, as soon as I stepped inside I was blown away by the high ceilings, which sadly my pictures don’t do justice, as well as the size. I had a living room, a desk, two TVs, a coffee machine, steps into my bedroom, a huge bed, which was so dreamy to sleep on, more books than I knew what to do with and I wanted to read them all, not one but two showers, a bath, plus a huge wardrobe.
Seriously impressed is an understatement it really did feel ridiculously big for just little old me. Just over 12 hours here really wasn’t enough, if it wasn’t for the fact we were off to Paris on the early Eurostar I might have accidentally forgotten to leave! Oh and I nearly forgot I would totally check in just for these yummy truffles.
I didn’t do breakfast at the hotel, which made me sad, I do love a hotel breakfast, but I did get to sample the delicious food at the stylish Booking Office, which was once upon a time the official ticket office for the station, very grand that must have been.
Before heading out for the evening we had everything from flat bread with peppers, tomatoes and cheese, which was my favourite to mini burger sliders, chicken salad, I loved the addition of the pomegranate, as well as some very good skinny chips that I had way too many of.
We were also treated to our own barman who made us a very strong, drink a full glass and you’ll fall down, punch, which was placed in the centre of the table as a way of starting a conversation – such a great idea.
I don’t feel like I can give you a full review of the hotel as I spent so little time here, I missed out on experiencing the spa, which I have heard such great things about, and I would have loved to take a dip in the indoor pool. But you know that’s just an excuse to go back.
There’s only one thing I would say if like me you have a room on the front, ear plugs might be needed, the traffic goes all night but don’t worry St. Pancras has thought of it all as there are ear plugs ready and waiting for you in the room.
For some the St.Pancras might seem a little too extravagant for a staycation, I couldn’t disagree more, this is the perfect spot as if you can’t go big when you’re at home when can you, plus it has to be special to not just get a cab home. So if you have a birthday, anniversary or special occasion coming up, where you’re also going to whizz over to Paris then this hotel makes so much sense, trust me it will really get your few days off to a great start.
St. Pancras Renaissance Hotel, Euston Road, London, NW1 2AR // 0207 841 3540.
**I was a guest of the Renaissance St. Pancras, but as always all views are my own**