Close to the hurly-burly of Marylebone High Street, the Miller family’s hotel ‘remains a well-polished haven of rather eccentric good care’. Its walls host gilt-framed paintings and ‘gleaming brass rails’, chambermaids wear ‘neat period uniform’, there are ‘quiet corners where one can read in peace’. ‘It is solid, respectable, unchanging,’ writes a returning visitor in 2018. Of course, over the years, there have been tweaks within the Georgian walls. The refurbished ‘comfortable’ bedrooms display classical and antique furniture, harmonious prints; each has a hand-made bed, a flat-screen television, high-end toiletries in the neat bathroom. The quietest overlook a mews at the rear. In the wood-panelled dining room, the ‘only music is the contented murmur of diners. The rare roast beef, carved from a trolley, was some of the best I have enjoyed anywhere.’ The ‘excellent’ breakfast offers good healthy options and cooked fare including a ‘cheese omelette, light and airy’. One reader’s room had a faulty cistern and loo seat; ‘I forgave them because they are courteous, welcoming, convenient, and slightly batty.’ (Robert Cooper, Keith Salway, and others)