St Pancras is the gateway to Paris and Brussels. The hotel feels a bit like a continental station hotel, but brighter. There’s a champagne bar downstairs at the station.
You can pop in for a glass of bubbly before checking in. It makes you feel fancy. Even if you’re just wearing jeans and a hoodie.
The cross-Channel energy is infectious. People are always rushing, laughing, or saying “bonjour.” It’s delightful.
The One Weird Rule
They don’t like you bringing in outside food to the restaurant. Yes, even leftover pizza. It’s a corporate thing.
But the staff are too nice to enforce it harshly. They’ll just give you a knowing smile. It’s very British passive-aggression at its finest.
Pro tip: Eat your Greggs sausage roll in the lobby. Live dangerously.
