As you can probably tell from its name, the Artist Residence prides itself on its artistic leanings, something that is apparent almost immediately upon arrival. The third offering from husband and wife duo Justin and Charlie, the London edition is housed in an old pub in Pimlico, tucked away from the hustle and bustle of Victoria station and a short walk into leafy St James’ Park. Featuring wooden floors, antler-chandeliers, pop art paintings of Elizabeth Taylor, bronze light fittings, filament bulbs and shabby chic furniture, it more than lives up to its moniker, exuding a chic aesthetic that feels instantly cool rather than cynical Insta-fodder.
The Room
After ascending three floors to get to the top floor of the townhouse, we reached our room: the appropriately named ‘Loft’. Once inside, we were impressed by the use of space – it’s a compact room – which featured a wardrobe, desk, armchair and kitchenette area, including mini Smeg fridge and Nespresso machine, plus selection of snacks and drinks. In the bathroom, which is only separated from the bedroom by a half-wall, we found a large tub, rainforest shower and sink, with stylish and minimal silver detailing and white tiles throughout (the bath was custom-made in French 1930s-style, apparently) as well as Bramley natural toiletries. Having taken in the room, we decided to get straight into our robes and slippers, before reclining on the double bed to watch some TV before going down to dinner.
What We Drank
Before eating, we decided to have a tipple at the hotel’s bar, the Clarendon Cocktail Cellar. The arty basement feels very intimate (and just a little like a chic New York dive bar, but in the good way, trust us), with cocktails themed around blockbuster films (try the Titanic, if only for the ‘iceberg’ high ball of ice). Bonus points for the savoury popcorn that accompanied our drinks, something that almost prevented us from eating our dinner. Almost.
What We Ate
Speaking of dinner, we insist that if you’re staying at the Artist Residence that you eat at the Cambridge Street Kitchen restaurant downstairs at least once (we had breakfast and dinner here). Helmed by Elliot Miller, the diner-style space features a mix of booths and tables, with seats at the bar overlooking the kitchen so that you can watch the chefs cook. The menu is no-nonsense grub; tuna tataki with mango and wasabi was zingy and meaty; the butternut squash risotto with chanterelles and truffle butter was particularly satisfying and rich, while the sea bream was melt-in-the-mouth fresh. We’re sure the deserts lived up to the same standard, but we can’t say for sure, because we devoured the cheese plate instead (the goats cheese and brie were particularly delicious). As for breakfast, it was a leisurely affair, with our favourite brunch dishes included in the offering too, from Eggs Benedict to mashed avo and chilli on toast.