You know what caught me off guard about Chesham Court? It’s actually tucked away on this quiet residential street that feels worlds apart from the chaos of Knightsbridge proper, even though you’re literally a three-minute walk from Harvey Nichols. I mean, step out the front door and you’re surrounded by these gorgeous white Georgian townhouses that honestly look like they cost more than most people’s yearly salary – which they probably do.
The hotel itself sits in one of these converted period buildings, and they’ve done something really clever here. Instead of trying to cram in hundreds of rooms like most London hotels, they kept it intimate – maybe forty-something rooms total? The lobby has this understated elegance thing going on, not the flashy marble-everywhere approach you’d expect from a five-star place. Check-in was refreshingly quick too, though I’d avoid arriving during the 3-4pm rush when half of Belgravia seems to be dropping off their weekend bags. The staff actually remember your name after day two, which is… well, it’s rare in London hotels, let’s put it that way.
What really sold me was stepping into the room and realizing how quiet it is back there. You’re in one of the busiest parts of London, but Chesham Place doesn’t get through traffic – it’s essentially a dead end that only locals use. The rooms have that classic English hotel feel without being stuffy about it, and honestly, the beds are fantastic. I’m talking proper sleep here, not the tossing-and-turning you usually get from city hotel mattresses. The bathrooms are surprisingly spacious too, though the water pressure could be better (classic London problem, really). Storage space is decent, which matters when you’re dealing with those tiny European elevators and can’t exactly haul multiple suitcases around easily.
Here’s the thing about the location – everyone talks about being “close to Hyde Park Corner,” but what they don’t mention is you’re also a five-minute walk to Sloane Square tube station, which is actually more useful for getting around. Plus you’ve got Motcombs restaurant right around the corner, and if you know anything about London dining, you know that’s where locals go when they want to impress without the tourist circus of Harrods. The Grenadier pub is maybe a seven-minute walk through the mews – definitely worth finding for a proper Sunday roast. Parking is street-only and good luck with that, so just take the tube or grab an Uber.
Look, it’s not perfect – the WiFi can be spotty on higher floors, and breakfast is good but not spectacular for what you’re paying. But there’s something about this place that just works. Maybe it’s because it feels more like staying in an upscale private residence than a hotel, or because the neighborhood genuinely feels like “real” London rather than the tourist version. Either way, I’d definitely come back, especially during shoulder season when the rates drop a bit and you can actually enjoy Hyde Park without fighting crowds.