Notes on... The Ned, London

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Luxuriant, calming, central and London are not a combination of words we've ever used in the same sentence before. But then, we hadn't stayed at The Ned.

The urbane metropolis (the hotel is almost 30,000 sq feet and with 10 restaurants) opened in May 2017, five years after Nick Jones (founder of Soho House) got eyes on the abandoned Midland Bank. Marrying cute as heck period features, with intense comfort, think obscene thread counts, a mini-bar presented on a silver tray and more Cowshed products than we knew existed in the spa brand's entire range. There was a choice of eight full-size shower gels and exfoliators for Petra's sake. And despite being in the square mile, and staying over the bubbliest of bars, our perfect room was more chill than a room full of yogis in shavasana. 

Book direct to get access to Ned's Club Downstairs, which includes a members-only bar where you're obliged to sip Champagne from a coupe, and the sort of pool and steam/sauna you imagine a cazillionaire would secretly have in their basement. 

We've spent the last ten years staying on our mate's pull out bed in Tottenham, the dodgy end. If you've got a similar decade's worth of London nights, with all that money you saved (and sleep you lost), treat you and yours to a night at The Ned. A more incredible stay at a hotel we cannot remember.