Haggerston Hideaway: London's BEST Kept Luxury Secret?
Haggerston Hideaway: Don't Tell Everyone About This Gem (But You, My Friend, NEED to Know)
Okay, alright, buckle up buttercups! I've just crawled out of Haggerston Hideaway, and well… I'm still half-dreaming of that pool with a view. You know, the kind you see in glossy magazines, the ones where you're pretty sure the camera crew photoshopped out all the actual people. This isn't quite like that, thanks to the utterly beautiful architecture and some truly gorgeous views from the top floor, but it gets close.
This place is being touted as London's "Best Kept Luxury Secret," and frankly? They’re right. The secret is definitely safer knowing it, and I'm bursting to tell you about it. Prepare for a slightly chaotic, totally honest review. Because honestly, who wants another boring, sterile hotel review?
The "Getting There" Grind (Accessibility & Parking, Boo!)
Let's rip the Band-Aid off first. Accessibility is a mixed bag. They're working on it, I could tell. The elevator is a godsend, but maneuvering a wheelchair through some areas might be a tight squeeze. It's definitely worth calling ahead and having a chat about your specific needs.
Parking? They have a car park, FREE of charge! Hooray! Finding decent parking in London is a black art, so this is a massive win. However, the free element can bring some problems but it is free at least.
The "Rooms" Rumble – Space, Style, and Stuff
My room? Glorious. (Okay, maybe that's a bit much… but I loved it!). It was a non-smoking haven, thankfully (essential for this smoker turned occasional vaper). Inside, there was a mini bar, a safe box to store my valuables (the hotel is definitely safe and security-conscious). A coffee/tea maker was a life-saver for those early mornings. I could definitely connect with the internet via Wi-Fi [free], and the internet access–LAN thing was pretty cool if you're a digital nomad, but come on, who uses that anymore?. Also, air conditioning, which is a non-negotiable for me in London's unpredictable weather. The blackout curtains were a gift from the gods, and the bathrobes? Chef's kiss. Everything was clean, clean, clean (more on that later). Daily housekeeping kept it that way.
My room had a window that opens for a bit of fresh air and the bed had an extra long bed.
Now for the minor disappointments: The additional toilet was very welcome. The hair dryer was okay, and there was slippers. Also, there was mirror to check myself out. The socket near the bed was very welcome, telephone was something I can easily do without.
Cleanliness and Safety – Seriously Impressive
Listen, pandemic-era travel can be stressful. I’m a germaphobe by nature, so this was high on my list. Haggerston Hideaway? They nailed it. Anti-viral cleaning products, rooms sanitized between stays, daily disinfection in common areas, and staff trained in safety protocol. They really cared. I even saw them using professional-grade sanitizing services and sterilizing equipment. Plus, the hand sanitizer stations were everywhere, and individually-wrapped food options were the norm. You could opt-out some room sanitization, but I saw no reason to. They've even got a doctor/nurse on call, just in case. Honestly, it was reassuring to see how seriously they take hygiene, which I really appreciate.
Dining – From "Meh" to "Mmm, More Please!"
The breakfast service was included, and it was pretty good. The Asian breakfast seemed pretty solid. The Western breakfast options were plentiful, including buffet in restaurant. There was a coffee shop where I got my daily caffeine fix. The restaurants had quite the a la carte in restaurant. There was a Happy hour, and a Poolside bar for some cocktails. It was pretty good.
The "Relaxing Stuff" – Pool, Spa, and Pure Bliss
Right, let’s talk about the swimming pool [outdoor]. It has a pool with view. It was gorgeous. Floating there, looking out over the city, it was almost enough to forget I'm in London (almost). The spa/sauna area was phenomenal, with a sauna and a steamroom. Sadly, no time for the body scrub or the body wrap, but I saw other guests enjoying the massage treatments. The fitness center was well-equipped, although I spent more time at the pool than on the treadmill.
What I Loved:
- The Ambiance: It's got a cool, understated elegance. Not pretentious, just beautiful.
- The Staff: genuinely friendly and helpful. They were the perfect balance of attentive and invisible.
- The Location: Haggerston itself is a vibrant area, full of cool cafes, bars, and independent shops. Also the access to Bicycle parking, great for commuting.
- The Damn Pool: I'll never get over it.
What Could Be Better (or, My Tiny Gripes):
- The Food: It was good, but not mind-blowing everywhere. The pool bar food was okay.
- The Accessibility: A few improvements would go a long way, for a wider range of guests.
Final Verdict: Book It Now!
Despite any minor flaws, Haggerston Hideaway is a winner. It's a perfect place to get away from the city's hustle. If you're looking for a luxurious escape, a romantic getaway, or just a place to pamper yourself, this is it. Run, don't walk, to book a room. Seriously. You won't regret it.
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Alright, buckle up, buttercups! Here's my attempt at a London trip, fueled by the Haggerston Luxury Collection (fancy pants, I know!), and seasoned with a healthy dose of chaos, opinions, and enough emotional whiplash to make you seasick. Prepare for a rollercoaster.
The Haggerston Hustle: A London Debacle (and Occasionally Delight)
Day 1: Arrival & First Impressions (and a near-miss with a rogue pigeon)
Morning (because, let's be honest, no one really wakes up in luxury): Touchdown Heathrow. Ooof. The airport. Let's just say I’m not a fan of the human sausage-fest that is passport control. But bless the Haggerston's private car. That sleek black car was basically a portal to a life of luxury I desperately needed. The driver, bless his heart, actually looked amused by my jetlag-induced ramblings about the color of the sky.
Afternoon: Check-in & Initial Swooning (mostly about the bathroom): Okay, so the Haggerston. The pictures? Lies. Glorious, beautiful, expensive lies. The room? More like a miniature palace. The bathroom? My soul nearly left my body. Marble, a soaking tub begging for a bath bomb, and a rain shower that could probably wash away my sins. I spent a solid hour just being in that bathroom. Seriously, I think I might have moved in permanently.
- Anecdote: The first thing I did (after the bathroom gawking) was try to figure out the TV. I failed. Utterly and completely. After 20 minutes of button-mashing, I gave up and just stared at the walls, feeling very sophisticated. Maybe I am the problem…
Evening: Dinner in Shoreditch (and pretending to be cool): Shoreditch. The land of exposed brick, overpriced coffee, and people who seem to have invented cool. I bravely ventured out, armed with a map and a desperate desire to not look like a complete tourist. Found a trendy tapas place – which was actually pretty good. The food was divine. But I definitely ordered the wrong wine and felt like a fraud.
- Quirky observation: Everyone. Is. Wearing. Black. Like, the entire population of Shoreditch agreed to a goth-lite dress code. I felt overdressed in my (still very stylish, thank you very much) floral dress.
Night: Cocktails & Crumbling Sanity (maybe): Back to the hotel for "one" cocktail. Ended up having three. The bartender was ridiculously charming, and suddenly, I found myself confiding in him about my life's ambitions. The cocktail? A delicious, potent concoction that may or may not have involved a flaming something-or-other.
Day 2: Culture Clash & Culinary Calamities (with a side of existential dread)
Morning: Wandering the National Gallery & Internal Moaning: I decided to be cultured. The National Gallery. Amazing art. My brain felt like it had been hit by a beautiful, paint-splattered brick. I did the mandatory Van Gogh contemplation (thought about buying a sunflower print), and wandered through the halls, feeling like a tiny, very bewildered speck of humanity.
- Emotional Reaction: Mostly overwhelmed. So much beauty to absorb. So many people. I need a nap.
Afternoon: The Borough Market Bruhaha & Regrets of a Tourist: Borough Market. Delicious smells. Crowds. Utter chaos. I bought some cheese. Actually, I bought too much cheese. And a sausage roll. And a brownie. I spent my entire bank account and got stuck in line for 30 minutes, only to be told they were out of the sausage roll. I'm pretty sure I cried a little.
Evening: Michelin Star Madness & Crumbling Self-Esteem: Dinner at a fancy restaurant. (The name is irrelevant; it was pretentious.) The food was technically perfect. Beautifully plated. Tiny portions. My stomach was rumbling. Wine was expensive. The waiters were intimidating. I left feeling hungry, poorer, and like I'd just participated in some sort of bizarre culinary experiment.
- Opinionated rambling: Okay, let's be honest, fine dining is often a scam. It’s beautiful to look at but hardly satisfying. I'd rather have a decent burger and fries.
Night: Hotel Bar solace and a chat with the ghost of Winston Churchill?: Back to the Haggerston. The bar. The bartender, bless him, remembered my name and my cocktail preferences. Maybe there's something to this luxury thing. Maybe I'm starting to get used to it. Perhaps the ghost of Winston Churchill himself was sitting next to me at the bar… it seemed plausible.
Day 3: Camden Chaos and a Near-Death Experience (on public transport)
Morning: Camden Market & Sensory Overload: Camden. The epicenter of all things quirky, colorful, and slightly terrifying. I lost myself in the labyrinthine market, surrounded by piercings, leather, and enough vintage clothing to dress a small army. Bought a ridiculous hat. I think it cost too much based on how much money I spent so far.
- Stream-of-consciousness: Do I need this hat? No. Will I wear this hat more than once? Probably not. But it's Camden. I have to buy something ridiculous. Must buy something…
Afternoon: The Tube of Doom & Panic Attacks on Wheels: The London Underground. The Tube. It's efficient. It's also a claustrophobic purgatory filled with sweaty bodies, delayed trains, and the faint scent of… well, let's not go there. I nearly had a full-blown panic attack. I understand why people move to London.
Evening: Back to Reality and a Moment of Pure Joy: I was done. D.O.N.E. I ordered room service, stuffed my face with food, and binge-watched a terrible reality TV show. And you know what? It was perfect.
Night: A Final Glimpse of London Beauty: Walking slowly along the canal. The quiet. The lights bouncing off the water. A perfect end to a very imperfect trip.
Day 4: Farewell, London (and the promise to return with better planning)
Morning: Sigh. Checkout. The private car to the airport. The goodbyes to the marble bathroom. The promise to myself to come back.
Afternoon: Takeoff. Exhausted. Broke. Happy. London, you beautiful, chaotic, expensive beast. I'll be back. Maybe with better budgeting and a stronger stomach.
Haggerston Hideaway: London's BEST Kept Luxury Secret? Let's Get Real.
So, is the Haggerston Hideaway *actually* a secret? Because I saw like, five Instagram posts about it last week.
Okay, let's address the elephant in the room. "Secret" might be a slight exaggeration. It's more of a 'well-guarded luxury secret whispered amongst those *in the know*’...which now includes every influencer and their dog, apparently. My first visit? Utter bliss, felt like I'd stumbled into a hidden paradise. Now? You’re elbowing another 'gramming guest for the perfect shot of the clawfoot tub. Sigh. The irony is thick, isn't it? Trying to keep something luxurious a secret… impossible! But, okay, yes, it *used* to feel more… exclusive.
Is it REALLY *that* luxurious? What even makes it "luxury"?
Oh, honey, yes. Seriously. Luxury is subjective, of course, but this place legitimately hits the mark. And the details are where it's at. Think crisp white Egyptian cotton sheets, a rainfall shower that could convert me to a morning person (almost!), and a welcome basket that's actually worth more than a stale biscuit and a sad apple. Forget those hotel miniatures – *full-size* Aesop everything! That's my love language, right there. And the design...minimalist, chic, but with a sense of warmth, not just a cold, sterile vibe. It felt...curated. Someone actually *cared* about the experience, you know? Though, last time, the 'designer' radiator was a bit *too* designer and the central heating went on the fritz (see below). It happens! And it didn’t detract from the bliss. Mostly.
Okay, but is it worth the price tag? My bank account is already crying...
Alright, let's talk money. Because, yeah, it's spendy. Like, serious "consider selling a kidney" spendy. BUT...I've stayed in plenty of supposedly "luxury" hotels that felt like glorified Travelodges with fancy artwork. The Hideaway offers something different. It’s an *experience*. A getaway. If you're looking for a special occasion, a romantic escape, or just a chance to completely switch off from the London grind, then… maybe. Consider it an investment in your sanity. I booked it for a birthday once. Best decision ever, though I’m now in debt. Seriously, if you can get a deal or book off-peak… do it. My advice? Just bite the bullet. You'll (probably) thank me later. Or, you’ll be sobbing in the corner, eating instant noodles. No judgement.
Location, location, location! What's the Haggerston Hideaway *actually* like being *in* Haggerston?
Ah, Haggerston. Trendy, vibrant, a bit… rough around the edges. It's got its charms, don't get me wrong. You're right by Shoreditch, so there are endless bars, restaurants, and quirky shops at your doorstep. The canal is lovely for a stroll, even if you do have to dodge rogue cyclists. And the Hideaway itself is tucked away, surprisingly quiet, which is a massive win. But let's be real, you’re still in London. There's noise at night. The seagulls are relentless. And you might catch a whiff of… well, let’s call it “urban fragrance” on occasion. But hey, it's part of the experience! It adds to the whole "secret escape" vibe, I guess. It's not a sterile, sanitized hotel in some soulless part of town. It's *London*.
I am a bit of a grump. What are the potential *downsides*? Tell me the truth!
Alright, alright, let's get to the nitty-gritty, because no place is perfect. My last stay? Disaster struck, the heating went kaput in late December. I was trying to be all zen and enjoying my complimentary wine but I was actually freezing cold. Complaining felt… gauche. So I used all the blankets. Eventually the staff sorted it. Thankfully. The wifi can be a bit flaky, which is a minor pain, especially when you're trying to escape the real world by, you know, working. And, as I mentioned earlier, the 'secret' part is now questionable. Expect a few influencers camped outside, vying for the perfect sunrise pic. Don’t expect room service, either. Breakfast is, you know, an email away. And finally, the biggest downside? Having to leave. That's always a killer.
What's the *vibe* like? Romantic? Business? What kind of people are you likely to find there?
Mostly romantic. It's the kind of place where you imagine couples whispering sweet nothings over perfectly brewed coffee (made yourself, don’t forget). I’ve seen a few business types, trying to look sophisticated while hastily checking emails (the wifi, remember?). But the dominant vibe is definitely “treat yourself” or “celebrate something.” Wedding anniversaries, birthdays, "I survived another Monday" type situations. You’ll find a mix of ages and styles, but everyone seems to be after the same thing: a little slice of calm in the chaos. I went with my fiancé, and we absolutely loved our time. Except for the heating, of course. But we’ve booked again.
Tell me about your BEST experience in this Hideaway. Go on... what *really* happened?
Right, brace yourselves. So, the first time (yes, I'm going back to my glory days) I booked a stay for my birthday. And it. Was. Magical. I arrived, feeling completely frazzled after a particularly brutal week. And the moment I walked in, the stress just… melted. The sunlight streamed through the massive windows. I poured myself a glass of complimentary champagne (the *good* stuff). And I sank into that clawfoot tub. The lavender bath bombs? Heaven. Hours later, I emerged, refreshed, and went downstairs to find a note with instructions for fresh coffee (and freshly baked croissants!). Then, the best part – the *completely* unexpected delivery of a birthday cake, from my partner. I almost wept. It was so thoughtful. It felt like everyone was celebrating with me. Like a hidden oasis, miles away from reality. *That*, my friends, is why I keep going back. The only thing that could have made it better? Maybe if they'd fixed the heating. Seriously, fix the heating!
Can you be more specific about the *quirks*? What are the things that are a bit...different?
Okay, quirks. There's a general emphasis on eco-friendliness, which is commendable. But sometimes it manifests in slightly unusual ways. Like, composting toilets. I appreciate the effortStay Mapped
