Side by side Claridge’s vs Four Seasons Hotel London at Tower Bridge

Claridge's is the hotel people compare every other London grand dame against, and most of the time it holds up: doormen who move your bags without being asked, a front desk that remembers your name from a stay two years ago, afternoon tea servers who get requested by name. Robert, Jairo and Marius all turn up repeatedly in 2026 reviews for the same reason: they notice things, a Nutella swap for a child, a forgotten tea bagged up to take home. The Art Deco rooms and public spaces still look like nowhere else in the city, and the André Fu spa three floors down is better than most guests expect going in.

But the last year of reports shows real cracks. One guest was blocked from her own room over a billing error the hotel had already failed to reconcile; another described a lobby security guard who followed her around on day three. A longtime regular who'd eaten there for fifteen years had to ask four times for the bill before staff would even look at her. None of this is the norm, but it's not nothing either, and it clusters recently enough to be worth factoring in rather than writing off as noise. The ongoing construction directly opposite the entrance is also a real annoyance right now, not a permanent feature of the address.

Book it for a junior suite or above, where the room sizes justify the rate; the smaller Superior rooms can feel tight for what you're paying. It's still worth it for the afternoon tea and the Foyer alone, and the staff who get it right outnumber the ones who don't by a wide margin. First-timers chasing the quintessential Mayfair experience should go in expecting exactly that, with eyes open about the odd rough patch.

This is the former Port of London Authority building turned Four Seasons, and the scale of that conversion is most of the case: five-metre ceilings, hand-carved plasterwork, suites that run to 70 square metres with gas fireplaces and freestanding tubs. Base rooms face an internal courtyard rather than the Thames, but the trade-off is quiet, genuinely quiet, in a way few central London hotels manage. The building alone is worth the detour east.

The catch is location and food, and both are price-conditional rather than dealbreakers. Tower Bridge and the Tower of London are on the doorstep, and the tube is a minute away, but Mayfair and the West End are a 30-minute Uber, which matters if that's why you're in London. Afternoon tea is the recurring sore point: guests report 45-minute waits, cold scones, savoury portions that don't match the sweet course, and a kitchen unwilling to comp a top-up on a five-star bill. Breakfast is similarly hit-or-miss for a hotel at this level, while the Rotunda Bar's cocktails get named and praised repeatedly, with Trey behind the bar coming up on his own merits.

The spa is a genuine draw, an 18,000-square-foot basement space with a proper sauna and steam room, best visited early morning before the pool fills with children (there's a no-kids-after-11am window that regulars plan around). Book this for the room, the quiet, and a hotel that resolved a broken air conditioner at midnight by moving a guest into a better suite without fuss. Skip the tea, and if Mayfair proximity matters more than square footage, that's a fair reason to look elsewhere.