London Boutique Hotels - Top 6
- thefivestaredit
- Nov 5
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Our top six boutique hotel stays in London.
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In this article, we take a look at our top six luxury boutique hotels in London.
(In no particular order)
The Twenty Two
45 Park Lane
The Broadwick Soho
Ham Yard Hotel
Batty Langley's
Templeton Garden
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The Twenty Two.
The Twenty Two does modern decadence. Set on the edge of Grosvenor Square in a cream-stone townhouse, this hotel-and-members’ club revels in saturated colour and texture, damask walls, velvet banquettes, fringe, tassel, a wink of gilt, yet somehow lands on the right side of louche. Bedrooms feel like royal salons: cloud-soft beds, heavy curtains that hush the city, and marble-and-chrome bathrooms primed for late-night glamour.
Downstairs, the restaurant is an all-day stage, breakfast that lingers, refined comfort at lunch, candlelit theatre at dinner, while the bar turns cocktail hour into a ritual of cut crystal and low light. Hotel guests drift seamlessly into the clubby salons (some spaces are members-only, which only sharpens the allure). Service is crisp and intuitive, names remembered, London glamour on tap.
The vibe is maximalist Mayfair: fashion folk, art-world appointments, weekend celebrants, polished, playful, a touch mischievous. You come for the rooms and stay for the mood.
Location: Grosvenor Square, moments to Mount Street boutiques and galleries, a stroll to Bond Street, Selfridges, and Hyde Park; Soho and the West End are a swift cab away. In a city of understatement, The Twenty Two is an irresistible flourish of high opulence.
45 Park Lane.
45 Park Lane, Dorchester Collection’s sleek sibling gazes over Hyde Park from a lacquered Art Deco tower, its interiors all glossy woods, sculptural lighting and a serious contemporary art collection threaded through calm, bouclé-soft spaces. Bedrooms (all with park views) feel masculine-chic: graphite tones, leather trim, cloud-soft beds, and marble bathrooms with deep tubs and walk-in showers; suites add corner panoramas and, at the top, a wraparound penthouse terrace that seems to float above the treetops.
Dining: CUT at 45 Park Lane, Wolfgang Puck’s London outpost, does polished hedonism: pristine crudos, wagyu flights, and sauces arriving like punctuation. BAR 45 keeps the tempo with martinis and a famed Negroni trolley; mornings in the light-filled lounge feel almost Californian, filtered through Mayfair poise. A private fitness studio and in-room treatments handle wellness, with privileged access to the lavish spa across the road at The Dorchester when you want the full ritual.
The vibe is glossy, grown-up, and art-forward: discreet regulars, fashion folk, celebrants, service that’s warm, precise, and never performative.
Location: on Park Lane at the seam of Mayfair and Hyde Park, stroll to Bond Street, Mount Street, and Shepherd Market; Knightsbridge and the West End are a swift cab away; the park, conveniently, is your front garden.
The Broadwick Soho.
Broadwick Soho. On its namesake street in the heart of Soho, this petite, independent luxury bolt-hole erupts in jewel tones, lacquer, and patterned silks, Martin Brudnizki’s maximalism tempered by exquisite tailoring. The lobby feels like a private salon: velvet, fringe, a wink of leopard, artworks hung as if by a collector with a sense of humour.
Bedrooms are deliciously cocooning, cloud-soft beds, patterned wallpapers, clever lighting, and marble bathrooms with walk-in showers; some add balconies or terraces over the rooftops. Thoughtful touches (proper coffee, pretty stationery, soundproof hush) make late mornings inevitable. A compact fitness room keeps good intentions intact.
Hospitality unfolds in vignettes. Street-level Bar Jackie does all-day Italian-leaning comfort and excellent coffee; the signature Dear Jackie glows after dark with polished, indulgent dishes and candle-lit theatre; up top, Flute pours skyline cocktails on a bijou terrace where the city shimmers at golden hour. Room service arrives with clubby precision; the concierge speaks fluent Soho.
The vibe is joyously grown-up, fashion folk, theatre couples, music-weekenders, held together by service that’s warm, witty, and on the beat.
Location is the hook: step out to Carnaby and Regent Street, a quick wander to Chinatown, Piccadilly, and the West End’s stages, then back to a pocket-sized fantasia that feels like your own stylish clubhouse in the city’s liveliest neighbourhood.
Ham Yard Hotel.
Ham Yard, tucked in a private courtyard between Piccadilly and Regent Street, Firmdale’s flagship feels like a miniature village, with boutiques, a leafy square, and a striking bronze at its heart, before opening into Kit Kemp’s joyful world of colour, craft and pattern. Bedrooms are bright and bespoke: bold headboards, hand-printed textiles, sculptural lamps, and floor-to-ceiling windows; marble bathrooms bring rain showers and deep tubs, with suites and apartments adding kitchenettes and generous salons.
Amenities double as anecdotes. There’s a sunny rooftop garden with herbs, fruit trees and hives; a sleek Soholistic Spa and gym; a theatre for screenings and premieres; and the storied 1950s bowling alley, glossy lanes and neon nostalgia intact. The Ham Yard Bar & Restaurant hums from breakfast to last orders, seasonal plates, a strong raw bar, cocktails in cut crystal, spilling into the courtyard when the weather smiles. Afternoon tea is witty and colourful, like the art.
The vibe is urbane, creative, deliciously sociable, fashion folk, theatre-goers, weekenders, underpinned by staff who are brisk, warm and on the beat.
Location: step out to Soho’s restaurants and late-night haunts, Carnaby’s shops, the West End’s stages and the National Gallery, then retreat to a design-forward sanctuary that feels like a private playground in the city’s liveliest neighbourhood.
Batty Langley's.
Some hotels go for gloss; Batty Langley’s opts for Georgian theatre. Tucked on a cobbled lane by Spitalfields Market, occupying a row of restored townhouses where panelled rooms, creaking oak floors and flicker-soft lamps conjure 18th-century London, with modern comforts smuggled in behind bookcase doors. Bedrooms are fabulously idiosyncratic: canopied or carved four-poster beds, velvet drapes, writing desks set for correspondence, and marble or wood-clad bathrooms with deep roll-top tubs and proper water pressure. Hidden tech, fast Wi-Fi, sensible lighting, and silent fridges keep the fantasy frictionless.
Amenities are intimate and house-party in spirit. Instead of a big restaurant, there’s breakfast in bed or in a tapestry-walled parlour; an honesty bar for nightcaps by the fire; a pocket courtyard for a quiet espresso; and a concierge who knows every keyhole bar and gallery east of the City. Afternoons invite leafing through old volumes in the library; evenings begin with a perfectly stirred martini in cut crystal.
The vibe is romantic, eccentric, and quietly conspiratorial. Design lovers, solo aesthetes, couples on a literary-minded escape, looked after with witty, unflappable warmth.
Location is the ace: moments to Spitalfields and Brick Lane, a stroll to Shoreditch studios and the City’s churches and lanes, with Liverpool Street station around the corner, old London bones, new London buzz, perfectly spliced.
Templeton Garden.
Templeton Garden. Set on leafy Templeton Place in Earl’s Court, this revived Victorian property feels like a townhouse stitched around a secret garden, polished stone, warm woods, and sunlight pouring through to a verdant inner lawn that becomes the hotel’s living room. Bedrooms and suites (there are 156 of them) are calm, tactile retreats, linen-soft palettes, handsome joinery, cloud-soft beds, marble-and-tile bathrooms, with many rooms framing garden or street-tree views, some with balconies for dawn coffee.
The public spaces lean quietly residential: a sunlit lobby flowing to the green, a petite fitness room, and lounges that make lingering feel inevitable. Pippin’s, the house restaurant, keeps things modern-British and garden-adjacent; there’s an easy all-day rhythm of breakfast to spritz hour, with terrace seats when the weather plays nice.
The vibe is Kensington gentle: bookish couples, weekenders from Europe, solo business travellers sunk into an armchair, looked after by staff who are efficient, warm, and unfussy. Interiors by Thurstan add a contemporary, crafted gloss without disturbing the townhouse soul.
Location is a gift: a four-minute walk to Earl’s Court Underground for the Piccadilly and District lines; a short stroll to Kensington High Street, with South Kensington’s museums and Hyde Park within easy reach, central London at a softer volume.
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