The Zetter Townhouse, London
In the event that you tumbled down a rabbit opening, you couldn’t end up anyplace more fantastical than the mixed drink lounge at the Zetter Townhouse. Everything in here is bona fide, interesting: overwhelming wooden furniture, plum velvet upholstery, profound red and vibrant blue dividers. Accumulations of trinkets, all around. Overlaid encircled oils on the decorated dividers.
A tidy, stuffed feline wears a dress of dupion silk. In you’re introduced, in summer, to warm your under districts adjacent to the flame by staff who are presumably more alluring and enlivening than the companions you’ve come here to meet. An enjoyment.