Description: Paris
My romance with The Stafford began, as love affairs sometimes do, with a blind date. I’d phoned to make a reservation at one of London’s most touted hotels and when told they were fully booked, I boldly asked the reservationist “Where would you suggest your own friends and family stay in London?” His voice became muffled as if he had put his hand over the receiver and he whispered, “The Stafford.”
Since then, I’ve never gone anywhere else – well, there was that one mistake. A friend in Paris who frequents London knew I was scheduling a “I Know A Little Place” reconnaissance trip and said “You owe it to your readers to check where I stay; it’s listed among the chic boutique hotels, is centrally located, and offers a great value.” After one miserable night I phoned The Stafford and they graciously welcomed me back. I did it for you, dear readers, but never again.
The Stafford describes itself as “Your residence whilst in London” but unless your home is a blend of traditional elegance and comfy charm, with people who anticipate your needs and desires before you are even aware of them and make you feel like their favorite celebrity, then The Stafford is better.