Fan of the movie Notting Hill? Then you'll love this hotel, which is on the area's Portobello Road

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Fan of the movie Notting Hill? Then you’ll love this hotel, says the Inspector, which is on the area’s Portobello Road and has ‘spankingly glamorous interiors’

  • The Lost Poet is set in townhouses at the ‘posh end’ of London’s Portobello Road  
  • The Inspector’s room has  floor to ceiling windows and a chaise longue 
  • He says that he loves the exclusive feel inside the hotel and awards it four stars


The Lost Poet stands discreetly at the posh end of London’s Portobello Road in a row of magnificent Georgian townhouses. Anyone who liked the Hugh Grant/Julia Roberts rom-com Notting Hill will love staying here and anyone who didn’t much like it would find it hard not to be impressed by the spankingly glamorous interiors of this new bolthole.

Apparently Americans already have fallen for it, although once they start travelling again in numbers lots of them will be disappointed because there are only four rooms, one on each floor, including the basement.

Some, like us, may end up baffled by the procedure involved if you arrive after 6pm, when the receptionist has gone home. You have to fill out an online registration form, which involves uploading picture ID plus a photo of you holding the ID.

The Inspector says that it's hard not to be impressed by the 'spankingly glamorous interiors' of The Lost Poet

The Inspector says that it’s hard not to be impressed by the ‘spankingly glamorous interiors’ of The Lost Poet 

'Anyone who liked the Hugh Grant/Julia Roberts rom-com Notting Hill will love staying here,' writes the Inspector of The Lost Poet. Pictured are Roberts and Grant in a scene from the 1999 film

‘Anyone who liked the Hugh Grant/Julia Roberts rom-com Notting Hill will love staying here,’ writes the Inspector of The Lost Poet. Pictured are Roberts and Grant in a scene from the 1999 film 

But it’s not finished there. You then download an app, which provides a code to get you through the front door.

‘Please, please spare me,’ I pleaded to the receptionist shortly before she finished her shift. And she did. We just turned up, rang the bell and the door miraculously opened.

Our room — The Salon — was on the first floor and we loved it, even though there was nothing in it we would want at home, except perhaps the garish chaise longue and, for sure, the floor to ceiling sash windows.

The Lost Poet stands discreetly at the posh end of London’s Portobello Road (pictured) in a row of magnificent Georgian townhouses

The Lost Poet stands discreetly at the posh end of London’s Portobello Road (pictured) in a row of magnificent Georgian townhouses

Describing the hotel, the Inspector writes: ‘It felt private, exclusive, grown up’

The view of Notting Hill from 'The Muse' guestroom in the hotel. There are only four rooms, one on each floor, including the basement

The view of Notting Hill from ‘The Muse’ guestroom in the hotel. There are only four rooms, one on each floor, including the basement

The walls and headboard in the Inspector’s room, The Salon (pictured), had a pink hue to them

The walls and headboard in the Inspector’s room, The Salon (pictured), had a pink hue to them

TRAVEL FACTS 

The Lost Poet, 6 Portobello Road, London, W11 3DG.

Doubles from £199. For more information call 02072436604 or visit thelostpoet.co.uk.  

Rating:

 

It felt private, exclusive, grown up — more like an aparthotel whereby the anonymity is a bonus as long as everything works. The walls and headboard had a pink hue to them; the wooden floor was in a herringbone pattern and the bathroom wallpaper featured naked women waving their hands in the air.

There’s no bar or restaurant (fridge well stocked with soft drinks) and so breakfast comes in a sack that’s hung outside your door. There are two choices: ‘Naughty’ (sweet pastries by Ottolenghi, jam, marmalade and salty butter) or ‘Nice’ (vegan cinnamon oats, apple and rose seeded granola).

If you don’t post your preference by 4pm — presumably on the app — then they bring one of each. There’s a decent espresso machine and milk in the fridge and so it all makes for a decadent breakfast-in-bed scenario before sauntering dow Portobello Road to buy an overpriced teapot or a vinyl or two, which might never make it to a turntable.  

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