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presse agent Amanda Blakley
On the first night of our recent trip to London, my husband and I had the good fortune of spending one splendid night at The Goring. You might recall that the hotel accommodated a certain Royal for her pre-wedding prep.
Having arrived on a transcontinental flight from Canada, we showed up a couple hours before official check-in. But, what luck! We were fortunate enough to have been shown to our room immediately. A beautiful marble bathtub awaited in the luxuriously appointed bathroom. We filled it with steaming water and bubbles and soaked away the long journey, before crawling into the heavenly bed for a kip (a Brit term for nap).
Every little detail was considered and we particularly enjoyed the light settings (ohhh! was our favourite), and savouring breakfast in our private parlour room. Feet up on the adorable sheep footstool, of course!
After a walk around the neighbourhood later that afternoon, we returned to a buzzing and lively lounge for a warm cup of Earl Grey tea. Young and old made for a sophisticated crowd, and such great people watching. We shared some yummy bar snacks (I always judge a bar by the quality of its snacks) and a sandwich, before retiring to our room.
When a tray was delivered, just in time for cocktail hour we followed the instructions on how to mix and pour the perfect gin martini. Ice, a shaker, a jug of fine British gin, twists of lemon and Oh. La.
After these deadly concoctions, we can attest that the soft linens and luxurious bed were relished. 14 hours later we awoke refreshed and ready for a full English breakfast.
A very fine hotel indeed and a worthwhile splurge for your next trip to London.
Juggling a young family, entrepreneurial pursuits and an insatiable appetite for unique experiences, Amanda Blakley documents the unknown, unseen, and untouched for readers of the National Post and other stylish blogs. You can also catch up with her, and her chief adventurer Atticus, at www.theadventuresofatticus.tumblr.com.