If Mr and Mrs Smith opened a hotel in Mayfair, we think it would look a bit like The Twenty Two, the achingly chic mansion and members’ club that has just opened in Grosvenor Square. It’s cool enough to surpass the stuffiness of Mayfair but glitzy enough for its location, endless nifty touches and an understated vibe that it will, hopefully, maintain. Staying here feels like being in a secret, a sense aided by thoughtful design, delightful service, and great food and drink.
Nods to 18th-century France and hip London touches combine in rooms that wouldn’t be out of place, at least in proportion, in Amsterdam’s Negen Straatjes. This is especially true in the double-height Deluxe Rooms on the first floor, with floor-to-ceiling windows illuminating a lavish scene with a bespoke four-poster bed, rich red velvet, and bathrooms tidy with sparkling art deco. cabochon style marble floors. Each of the 31 rooms and suites is distinguished by carefully curated antiques, bespoke pieces, and subtly risque sketches on the walls. Mini-bars are stocked with Ruinart, artisanal kombucha, and the hotel’s own brand of organic liquors, which seem more than enough to tempt you into the kind of debauchery that might end up ordering something from the Late Night menu. , from which burrata or lobster rolls can be ordered until 7am.
A stellar menu and sumptuous candlelit setting make for a sexy dining space on the hotel’s ground floor. Modern British is enhanced with touches of Italian and French bistro, marking a welcome departure from the burrata and beef carpaccio-heavy menus that currently dominate the capital (incidentally, both appear on this menu, but feel inventive in the cool frame). Don’t miss the grilled green asparagus while still in season, enhanced with a dollop of homemade Hollandaise sauce, or opt for the perfectly al dente paccheri all’Amatriciana, so good it might (pretty much doable) appease a demanding Roman. Finish with the sirloin for two, grilled with confidence and served as it should be: with salad, fries and creamy béarnaise that the suave waiters are happy to replenish. Downstairs, the members’ club roars with life, though not a whisper can be heard until you emerge into scarlet space. Here, a glitzy crowd sips excellent cocktails, stepping out of the whitewashed smoking area and humidor at regular intervals. All in all well worth a visit, and the sooner the better – it will be full in no time.