Honestly, when I first walked up to this place on Wardour Street, I wasn’t sure what to expect – I mean, you’re literally in the thick of Soho’s madness, with neon signs flashing and people spilling out of pubs at all hours. But once you get inside this 3BR flat, it’s like stepping into this surprisingly calm bubble above all the chaos.
The thing about staying right here is that you’re maybe thirty seconds from some of London’s best late-night eats (there’s this Vietnamese place called Pho that’ll save your life after a long day), and you can actually walk to Oxford Street without dealing with the tube during rush hour. The flat itself feels properly lived-in rather than sterile – you know what I mean? The kind of place where the couch is actually comfortable and the kitchen has real coffee cups instead of those tiny hotel ones. Three bedrooms work well if you’re traveling with friends or family, though the walls aren’t super thick, so you’ll hear some street noise. Actually, I found it sort of comforting after a while – very “you’re definitely in London” vibes.
What really got me was how the owner clearly knows the neighborhood. There was this little handwritten note about avoiding Wardour Street on Friday evenings (total gridlock) and which entrance to use for the nearest Sainsbury’s. The WiFi actually works – I spent a whole morning video calling from the living room without any issues. The shower pressure is decent, which honestly can be hit or miss in older London buildings. One small thing though – the stairs are pretty steep, so if you’re hauling massive suitcases, just mentally prepare yourself. Check-in was smooth, very much a “here are your keys, let me show you how the quirky oven works” kind of thing rather than formal hotel reception stuff. You’re genuinely a two-minute walk from Leicester Square station, and if you’re into theatre, you’re practically neighbors with half the West End. I ended up grabbing coffee most mornings from this little spot on Old Compton Street – pure Soho energy without the tourist trap prices you’d pay closer to Piccadilly Circus.