Every so often I hear someone posit that as the Soho House brand expands, so its cachet is steadily diluted. To them I’d say, book into Kettner’s Townhouse (kettnerstownhouse.com; from £190), the newly renovated Soho House-owned restaurant with rooms adjacent to the original Greek Street clubhouse in London, and be promptly disabused of this notion.
The place is one big gorgeous precision strike of nostalgia, from the William Morris prints and autumnal-toned velvet headboards in the rooms to the live piano (hits of the 1930s and ’40s, when I was there in February) in the early evening in the cosy bar. So many single elements – the faux‑gas lamps with their ruched shades, the nursery’s worth of potted palms, the etched mirrors, a skirted vanity here and there – could have gone horribly wrong. But it is all actually so right. My solo stay in a big corner room, with a freestanding tub next to a window giving onto a narrow slice of Cambridge Circus, was one of the most winning I’ve had in years.