Let’s be honest—this is the real reason you booked. The Premier Inn breakfast is a carb cathedral. There’s a buffet of sausages, bacon, scrambled eggs that could be mistaken for clouds, and unlimited hash browns. Yes, unlimited. You can build a little tower of potato joy.
Surprising fact: they use Lincolnshire sausages, which are herby and don’t taste like sawdust. I counted one man eat seven of them. He looked at me with the proud eyes of a champion. I didn’t judge him; I envied him.
Also, there’s a machine that dispenses hot chocolate like it’s a sacred ritual. You push a button and receive a cup of melted happiness. It’s dangerous. I had three.
The Vibe: British and Blunt
The staff here are the unsung heroes. They’ll greet you with a “Alright, love?” that feels both professional and like they’ve known you since primary school. The hotel has that no-nonsense British efficiency—check-in takes 90 seconds, and they’ll point you to the nearest pub without blinking.
Speaking of pubs, there’s a Beefeater attached to the hotel. So you can roll out of bed, order a steak-and-ale pie, and be back in your room before your brain figures out what day it is. It’s like a feeding tube for adults.
One bizarre fact: the hotel was built on the site of an old bus depot. You’re literally sleeping where double-deckers used to fart diesel fumes. Now it’s just farts from the guests—a clear upgrade.
PREMIER INN LONDON HAMMERSMITH (TALGARTH ROAD) HOTEL - Updated 2026
