The Angerstein Hotel

Ah yes, The Angerstein Hotel in London - another budget-friendly option near the O2 Arena that I approached with the enthusiasm of a teenager being dragged to their grandparents' anniversary dinner. But like finding a Twenty in an old coat pocket, this place managed to surprise me, albeit grudgingly.

Let's address the elephant in the room: if you're expecting the Ritz, you've clearly taken a wrong turn (several, actually). The Angerstein Hotel sits in London's Greenwich area like that slightly scruffy but ultimately reliable friend who always shows up when you need help moving apartments. It's not trying to be something it's not, which is refreshingly honest in a city where even corner shops are attempting to rebrand as "boutique convenience experiences."

The rooms, while not exactly featured in Architectural Digest, are cleaner than my conscience after confession. The beds - and I say this through gritted teeth - are actually comfortable enough to warrant mention. Yes, some of the furniture looks like it was sourced from a yard sale in 1995, but everything works, and the tea-making facilities (because this is Britain, after all) are surprisingly well-maintained. Though I must point out that playing "find the convenient electrical outlet" becomes an Olympic sport worthy of medals.

What truly caught me off guard was the staff. In a city where customer service often ranges from openly hostile to passive-aggressive indifference, The Angerstein's team manages to be genuinely helpful. The front desk staff especially - and I can't believe I'm writing this - actually seem to care whether you enjoy your stay. It's almost unsettling.

The pub downstairs deserves special mention, if only because it's where this cynical reviewer's resolve began to crack. It's a proper London pub, not one of those Instagram-baiting establishments where they serve chips in miniature shopping trolleys. The drinks are reasonably priced (a miracle in London), and the atmosphere has that authentic charm that corporate chains spend millions trying to replicate.

Location-wise, it's a stone's throw from the O2 Arena, which explains the steady stream of concert-goers who've clearly done their homework on affordable accommodation. The proximity to public transport is another reluctant tick in the plus column - you're never more than a short waddle from somewhere more exciting.

The shared bathrooms (yes, some rooms share facilities - the horror!) are maintained with an attention to detail that would impress my former drill sergeant. They're cleaner than several private bathrooms I've encountered in supposedly upscale establishments, though this says more about those places than it does about The Angerstein.

For travelers attending events at the O2, this place makes infuriatingly good sense. It's close enough to stumble back from a concert without requiring a mortgage-sized Uber fare, yet far enough away to avoid the worst of the arena crowds. The surrounding area offers enough dining options to keep you from going hungry, though don't expect any Michelin stars within immediate walking distance.

I hate to admit it, but The Angerstein Hotel in London has found its niche and serves it well. It's like that movie you watch on Netflix expecting to hate-watch but end up genuinely enjoying - not that I'd ever admit that publicly. For budget-conscious travelers who value cleanliness, functionality, and location over luxury, it's a sensible choice. And yes, I'm as shocked as you are to find myself writing that.

If you're heading to the O2 or need a base in Greenwich that won't require selling a kidney, book a room at The Angerstein. Just don't tell them I sent you - I have a reputation to maintain.