The Fox Club dubs itself as 'London's cunning alternative' and it's been very cunning indeed. Until today, I hadn't even heard of it. Hidden away on a little side street in Piccadilly, you'd never even know that it was there.
Named after the politician Charles Fox, the private club and boutique hotel is in his mistresses home (he did marry her eventually), and the nine rooms are all named after one of her lovers.
The hotel bar is open to members only, which means that you'll be in pretty fine company - membership is £300 a year! But if you're looking for a unique hotel to rest your head, you've definitely found it here.
Rooms start at £200, but if you're a member then you'll get a discount and they're actually cheaper over the weekends. There is a restaurant at The Fox Club, yet strangely they opt out of offering room service. But with such an interesting history and beautiful location, I could overlook that. I'm much more of a minibar slut anyway. Give me an overpriced bar of Swiss chocolate and I'm happy.
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