It's not reactionary to say the old way of doing things is sometimes best -- a suit is simply finer when tailored by hand, and swords are simply more effective phallic symbols when only male Morris Dancers are holding them. Doing feasting + lodging the old-fashioned way: The Grazing Goat, now open in Marylebone
Rather than follow the boutique hotel model, this six-story townhouse styles itself after the inn tradition, placing most of the emphasis on an open-to-the-public, ground-level, wood-floor pub (countrified via fireplaces and a stag-antler chandelier) and its attendant second-story dining area, while offering its eight upper-level lodging rooms with little fanfare, not even a reception area -- meaning your last-ditch failed attempt at picking up a woman will have to happen in the lift. The pub's intoxicants boast a range of vinos, cocktails like the Miller's Gin & Wild Nettle Collins and the basil syrup/ vodka/ apple/ passion fruit Basil Fawlty, plus hoppy goodness including Ridgeway Rob ale, Badger Dandelion, and draught Oktoberfest from Meantime, so delicious you'll Spacehog it all as angry friends scream "you are not the thing we call divine!". Exercising your belt's a traditional British menu, with starters running from potted Devon crab on cayenne toast to roast chicken w/ tarragon salad, and full bellystuffers repped by a 28-day-aged Aberdeen bone-in rolled rib, as well as 300g of Scottish T-bone lamb from Clashnoir Farm, proving at least somebody liked Joe Strummer's short-lived goth band.
As for the rooms, all are similarly country-refined, with oak floors, marble en-suites, dark wallpaper, and vintage-looking wooden furnishings; they're available for booking now, but due to open in January, in keeping with the old way of doing Christmas: no room at the inn.