Here’s the quirky truth: the rooms are surprisingly simple. They’re all about the location, location, location. You get a Hypnos bed (yes, the brand named after the Greek god of sleep) and a bathroom that could fit a small meeting, but the window is the real VIP.
Look out, and you’ll see the Gherkin, the Walkie-Talkie, and the Cheesegrater all vying for your attention. It’s like a skyline selfie that just keeps going. You can almost hear the buildings whispering, “I’m richer than you.”
But the funniest detail? The hotel’s lobby is so efficient, it feels like a time loop. Walk in, check in, and you’re in the lift before you can blink. No drama. Just pure, glorious British practicality.
The “Classic Breakfast” That Breaks All Rules
Now, let’s talk about the real star: the Premier Inn Breakfast. This isn’t just any breakfast. It’s a buffet that treats itself like a celebrity. They have a machine that makes perfectly round fried eggs. Yes, a machine. It’s unsettling and wonderful at the same time.
You get your bacon, your sausages, and enough beans to power a small army. But the best part? The toastable bread. You put it in a toaster, press a button, and magic happens. Seriously, it’s the most satisfying 30 seconds of your day.
Premier Inn London Bank - Tower Hotel, London - overview
And then there’s the “continental” option. That means a croissant that’s basically a buttery, flaky greeting card from France. It’s a comedy of national stereotypes, and I love it.
