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Everyone knows it’s absurd to recommend that Germans don’t have a way of humour.
Even so, I used to be tickled by my trade with the receptionist when reserving at Mimi’s, a brand new enterprise from the German Land Union Group, which has 4 boutique motels in Berlin.
After negotiating down from £170 to £153 room solely, I requested if she’d embrace breakfast. ‘I’ll give it some thought,’ she stated.
Capital calling: The Every day Mail’s Inspector popped into Mimi’s within the coronary heart of London’s Soho
Cheeky. However then, Mimi’s is a cheeky new addition to Soho – a couple of doorways down from Ronnie Scott’s Jazz Membership.
They don’t budge on breakfast, besides, £153 on this a part of city, with a marble lavatory, stable oak headboards, top-notch mattress linen, Molton Brown smellies and heated mirrors, is sweet worth.
And once we are instructed our room is a collection, we predict we’ve hit the jackpot.
Seems that it isn’t a collection in any respect, however a tiny double that requires nimble footwork to squeeze across the mattress.
Thoughts you, some rooms are even smaller, with a number of not even having a window.
There goes that German humour once more.
There aren’t any public areas for resort company, so that you hope to discover a seat within the slinky, wood-panelled bar, the place Andy Warhol and Matisse prints cling on the partitions.
Tight match: The Inspector discovered his small room required nimble footwork to get across the mattress
There isn’t any restaurant, though you’ll be able to seize a croque monsieur (£9.50) at evening and a croissant (£3) within the morning, together with a contemporary orange juice for a whopping £4.50.
A faux hearth is blazing, music blaring and the barman is shaking cocktails as we head to Chinatown for dinner.
On our return, the temper is louche. Nightcaps are so as.
Up within the ‘suite’, the window solely opens two inches, however that’s sufficient for us to be woken first by a garbage truck after which, half an hour later, by a beer barrel supply.
That’s the Soho manner – and maybe explains why the receptionist gave us a deal.
