Rosewood Beijing vs Rosewood London

Rooms here start at 50 square meters, which in Beijing's CBD is close to unheard of, and the triple-height lobby with its ink paintings and calligraphy still reads as one of the best arrivals in the city more than a decade after opening. The rooms themselves lean library rather than hotel room: dark wood, art, shelves stacked with books and curios. One guest spent a whole afternoon just reading in the room and meant it as a compliment. The Manor Club lounge is the other reason people keep coming back, and Vincent and Joyce get named specifically for turning breakfast and evening cocktails into something worth paying the upgrade for. Country Kitchen's duck gets called some of the best in the city, not just the hotel.

The ground floor doesn't match it. A guest asking about a beverage menu at breakfast was met with a raised eyebrow and told there wasn't one, no training visible behind it. Another was double-charged at checkout and needed several staff to sort out what turned out to be a backend error. A third guest was charged over 300 RMB for two bottles of sparkling water with no warning. None of this touches the lounge, which nobody complains about, but it does mean the regular restaurants and front desk are a bit of a coin flip depending who's on. The spa is a real gap too: no proper hot tub, no steam room, no resting area, which is a strange miss for a hotel at this level and more than one guest called it out as too basic.

Book it for the room size, the lounge, and the duck: on those three, nothing else in the CBD is close. Keep an eye on the bill at checkout and don't expect the spa to be a highlight, but the Manor Club and Country Kitchen alone are worth the rate.

People come back from this hotel talking about the same handful of things: a table quietly repositioned at afternoon tea so an immunocompromised guest wasn't jostled, a birthday cake produced without being asked, early check-in sorted before 11am after a long-haul flight. The staff are the reason to book this hotel, and it holds across departments: doormen, concierge, reception, the team running the Mirror Room. Scarfes Bar backs it up as a genuine destination rather than a hotel bar people tolerate on the way upstairs, and the Monet-themed afternoon tea gets the same treatment, worth the price on its own terms.

The rooms are a different argument. The same complaint turns up across suite categories and years: a toilet crammed against the shower entrance, a hairdryer stashed in a bedside drawer for lack of a bathroom outlet, bathrooms that feel squeezed for what you're paying. The common spaces and the porte-cochère arrival outclass what you actually sleep in, and a few recent stays report front-desk warmth that didn't match the doormen's, including one guest who felt ignored at check-in entirely. Holborn Dining Room has also cooled since Callum Franklin's departure, though breakfast and room service still land well for most people. Even upgraded guests run into the bathroom issue, so don't assume a suite category fixes it.

Holborn itself splits people, fairly: some love being a step from the British Museum and Covent Garden's theaters, others find it too far from Mayfair and Soho to justify the rate, especially with Rosewood's own Chancery now open in Grosvenor Square as the more design-led, all-suite alternative. Accept the bathroom for what it is, and book this for the people and the bar: they're what you'll remember.