The Landmark London - The Jewish Chronicle

As he leapt to open our car, I wondered if ours was the most meh door the doorman had opened this year.

Not that he showed it. From the moment we rolled up to The Landmark London the staff treated us like royalty. They were all smiles, but none so cheesy as my Cheshire cat grin when we were shown into our first floor "Corner Executive Suite". A huge bedroom and lounge with full-height, Marylebone Road-facing windows and marble clad bathroom with his 'n' hers sinks, deep bath and a walk-in shower. As soon the door closed behind our guest host, I gave in to an uncool urge to do a victory lap around the room - larger than many inner city apartments.

With two armchairs, a sofa, Nespresso machine, fully stocked mini-bar, huge flat screen television, a remote control - perhaps over-accessorised in its own leather-look wallet - and the biggest, most comfortable bed we've slept in, it was hard to force ourselves out to a pre-booked restaurant lunch in nearby Chiltern Street.

It was just a 10-minute walk to Marylebone High Street, and Regent's Park and Oxford Street are also a stroll away. The hotel, which opened in 1899 as The Great Central Hotel, is the last remaining hotel in England with a connecting walkway to a mainline station. It became The Landmark London in 1995.

A two AA-rosette dinner in the hotel's Winter Garden restaurant was beautifully presented and served immaculately by super-waiter Peter; the restaurant only loses out on atmosphere. It is in a full-height atrium, which definitely works better by day, when breakfast is so good it justifies a visit on its own. The hotel also offers the more cosy Twotwentytwo restaurant and bar or Mirror Bar.

All that eating necessitated a visit to the glitzy, subterranean spa - with tiny gym, steam and sauna rooms, bookable treatments and a (non-chlorinated) pool - for an exercise swim.

All that five-star luxury was enough to make anyone - even hatchback drivers like us - feel like film stars.