Think a little townhouse, a little country chic, a lot of art, and some old school charm and you’ve got The Arthouse in Glasgow.
I stayed at the hotel for one night last weekend with my friend Lyds. We checked in pretty late on Friday and left in the morning so I wasn’t there for a whole lot of time, but I was there long enough to know I liked the cut of its jib.
Let me give you a tour.
This was our room.
Notice the art work above the bed…
… and the country on it.
But my definite favourite feature in the room was the paintbrush wallpaper. So artsy.
Then we move on to this beautiful terror. The lift.
It was one of those old lifts were you have to shut the gate after you get in and out which we forgot to do on more than one occasion, meaning a poor member of staff had to run up three flights of stairs to close it for the lift to work. Sorry. But we got our comeuppance when we got in the lift at reception, pushed the button to take us to the 3rd floor, and the lights went off leaving us in complete darkness.
So we legged it and walked up the stairs instead.
But back on the ground floor was the bar and restaurant where we had a nightcap or two and a breakfast that set us up for the day.
One of the great things about staying in a hotel is the breakfast because where else would you have cereal, yoghurt, fruit, pastries, heaps of toast and a cooked breakfast all in one sitting? And maybe even go for round two? Glorious. And although not the fanciest looking dish (the ham was from a packet, cut in half) my Eggs Benedict was heavenly. HEAVENLY.
…if you’re looking for a cosy place full of character then The Arthouse is your man.
I’d definitely stay there again because I think it has a lot of charm and more to offer than what we saw on Friday night. Although the morning staff were great, the night staff lacked conversation and enthusiasm, but the tartan cushions, paintbrush wallpaper and cracking breakfast were me all over and after a day’s work and a delayed night flight we didn’t need much else.