Look, I’m not going to tell you this hotel is a life-changing experience. It’s not a boutique art gallery or a romantic escape. But it is a perfect little pocket of sanity in a stressful world. It’s the hotel that says, “I know you’re here for work, or for a show, or for a funeral of a relatives’ cousin, and you just need a clean bed, good water pressure, and a pancake machine that doesn’t judge you.” It’s the friend of hotels. It’s reliable, a bit cheeky, and always has a room ready. If you’re heading to the NEC, book it. Your feet will thank you, and your soul will appreciate the solid Wi-Fi.
And if you see a man in a “World’s Best Dad” cup, give him a nod. That was me. I wasn’t a dad, but I was the best at enjoying that coffee.
