Premier Inn Southport Central Hotel Southport
Would I stay here for my honeymoon? No, because my partner would kill me. But for a guilt-free, no-surprises night’s sleep after a day on the slot machines and candy floss? Absolutely.
This hotel doesn’t try to be fancy. It’s the dad joke of hotels—predictable, comforting, and secretly brilliant at what it does. You walk in an anxious mess and walk out a person who remembers how to dream about chips.
So pack your pyjamas, embrace the beige, and book a room. Just remember: the last hash brown is a myth. You have to fight for it, or politely ask a pensioner. Either way, you’ll leave with a story and a full belly.