Leonardo Royal London Tower Bridge Prescot Street London
The staff remembered my name. Every single time. That level of attention is rare, and it makes you feel like you’re not just a reservation number. The concierge even drew me a map to a hidden pub, complete with a doodle of a pint.
But—and this is the ironic bit—the wifi was shockingly slow in my room. I had to sit in the lobby to upload a photo. In 2026? Really, Leonardo? It’s the only thing that felt “budget,” and it stood out like a sore thumb.
Still, would I trade that for the bathtub? Not a chance. The slower wifi forced me to actually talk to people at the bar. Social win?