Soho's cool set are flocking to Charlotte Street Hotel for the Friday Night Film Club. Phoebe J. McDowell went along to see what all the fuss is about.


Lest you be thinking the likes of Everyman takes the cinematic biscuit, we must introduce you to the competition: Charlotte Street Hotel. The awning-clad, boutique hotel has launched a cinema and supper club in its subterranean cinema and Oscar brasserie. It’s a pairing that would give Thelma and Louise a run for their money. 

The cinema itself is very handsome. It is a refreshingly small and intimate space with oversized red leather chairs and pin-striped, grey flannel walls and an old-school help-yourself popcorn station (sweet and salted options, of course). Hunkering down with a glass of champagne to watch Footloose could just be the blueprint to my ideal Friday night, not only because of the sartorial styling; which today’s fashion brigade has never been more keen to emulate, but also because it’s a bona fide toe tapper with a namesake earworm to boot. 

The chatter of creative, discerning types reverberates around the walls

Let me tell you, in-seat jiving is hungry work, so we were more than ready for a three-course supper. The menu is short but sweet, requiring little decision-making and ideal for those (like myself) who want to waste no time in a meticulous post-mortem of the film. The fare is seasonal and fresh; after two light chicken salads, we devoured diet-destroying mains; a rich, charred onglet and an open mushroom lasagne with a liberal sprinkling of crunchy breadcrumbs. When indecision pertaining pudding choice strikes, my partner and I often compromise on a cheese board. In this case, compromise is meant in the least sense of the word, for when crackers are substituted for sour dough toast, and accompanied by a fine selection of five fromages - it’s a nightmare-inducing dream. 

The warm-hued interiors make for a cosy and curiously romantic setting. The chatter of creative, discerning types reverberates around the walls, which may I add, are adorned with a mural that has been inspired by a photograph of an original by Duncan Grant, depicting ladies emerging from a London Underground station. Firmdale hotels are the kind that you want to move into and, upon accepting that you can’t, the type that compel you to embark upon a large-scale redecoration project; one where English eccentricity is the brief. 

For more details and upcoming film listings, and a coveted spot in the hottest new club in town, visit the website - it’s certainly one we’ve added to our Friday night repertoire. 


Fortnightly Fridays; 7pm; £35 per person; £45 with a glass of Pommery Champagne. Charlotte Street Hotel, 15-17 Charlotte Street, W1T 

www.firmdalehotels.com