Wow oh wow do I absolutely have a new home away from home in London, particularly if coming via St. Pancreas. An easy 20 minute walk (even with too much luggage in the rain and wind) Middle Eight is well situated just outside of the happening Seven Dials areas. While the area can sometimes feel a bit youthful, Middle Eight was anything but and was a provided sophisticated and exceptionally comfortable quarters for a long weekend.

Upon arriving, you’re whisked to a cozy armchair by the fire and presented with a glass of prosecco or fresh juice. Waiting only minutes for a kind front desk man to join me and check me in from this comfy vantage point- things were off to a very good start. The porter insisted on showing me around the room and all of its little quirks, even if the quirkiest bit (those light switches) were still somewhat confusing throughout the three days stayed.

There was also a mezzanine area that got less attention but featured a library and a second bar. Never quite figured out what this was- club level, business rental, another lounge…

Prosecco was swiftly whisked to the room and placed in front of the large tv and strangely placed makeup mirror. However, the two comfy dining chairs and small table made a great makeshift space for the meeting attended that I wasn’t planning on.

Loved the dimming switch whose evening lights featured a festive little martini. Of course this was tested to verify if a martini might turn up to the door. It did not, but low lighting did.

My room was the most basic category, so this may not look like much, but the bed was just beyond comfortable. I opted for a couple cozy evening snuggled among the greatest pillows in the universe.

Chic lightening in front of any type of plug imaginable needed.

The closet and coffee area were so chic!

I was quite impressed by this stripper pole full of fine china and crystal.

On day one, I was also greeted with some homemade treats which I immediately sampled, starving after my voyage.

The mini fridge featured a limited selection of non-alcoholic beverages replaced daily. The tiny milk bottles for the coffee were the chicest I’ve seen in a hotel.

The closet brought with it comfy robes, but no slippers sadly.

The view was something to be desired as you could see straight into the office building next door, but I definitely felt a part of bustling London.

The bathroom was very chic and came with every imaginable amenity (save a giant, soaking tub).

Never before have I seen a shower that looks just like the hotel advert photo. There were little objets throughout, as well as nice products that were replaced daily. Praise.

A randomly colored sink accented the white on white bathroom. While it offered minimal counter space, it was well equipped with an abundance of towels and lotion- often tricky or limited when travelling solo.

It’s been a long time since I was so impressed by a hotel and after some time in Leicester (the worst place in the UK), Middle Eight was two lungs full of fresh air. I look forward to a return visit and sample of the restaurant and jazz club as well.