It’s hard to do our interiors justice if you’ve not experienced the singular pleasure of a Lounge, but sinking into a battered old club chair, under a tremendously tassel-y lampshade, overlooked by a huge Soviet-era painting and an old family photo of a smiling swimmer being smeared with lard, on a crumbly wall with incredibly loud seventies wallpaper, goes some way to sum up the experience. In a word, they’re potty.
On a less potty, note, our in-house interior aficionados really aim to bring out the soul of the place, with sympathetic design and murals that celebrate the history and spirit of each local community.
