Despite its quirky yet luxurious charm, this hotel hasn’t fully established its reputation and tends to linger in the shadows, awaiting the recognition it deserves.
Embodying a style of maximalism, The Megaro, in the London borough of Camden, boasts a unique and distinctive identity that’s hard to replicate.
From decorative retro apothecary jars labelled “Epp’s cocaine” to twinkling fairy lights and steampunk accents, every detail contributes to its eclectic atmosphere.
Upon entering my pristine room on the third floor, I was greeted by a strong, crisp scent of freshly painted walls and barely-used furniture.
This potent aroma was the only downside to my stay, as it caused me a bit of a headache, aside from that, it was impeccable.
From the spaciousness, to the complimentary bathroom toiletries that included a shaving kit and plentiful cotton buds and cotton balls, and the thoughtful addition of some Italian biscotti to enjoy with my tea the next morning, this room had it all for a serene stay right in the heart of the Big Smoke.
The lighting and decor in my comic book-inspired room made me feel like the star of a DC movie, while two plush robes hung in the open-style wardrobe, illuminated from behind like a lazy superhero’s costume.
The glittery black ceiling added allure to the space, perfectly complementing the view of the glimmering King’s Cross station, with its imposing grandiosity, and St Pancras’ distinguished clock tower.
Conveniently located just downstairs, and accessible from an interior corridor that connects it to the hotel, Spagnoletti is a laid-back eatery featuring a funky decor and an open-plan kitchen where chefs prepare tapas-style Italian dishes.
The atmosphere was lively but not particularly inviting; however, the meal was a delightful feast of varied flavours and innovative twists on classic trattoria dishes.
I started with warm, irresistibly crispy tomato and rosemary focaccia paired with a glass of frizzante, which is available on tap by the glass or carafe.
Next came the suckling pig and black pudding croquette, a light and crispy amuse-bouche that whetted my appetite perfectly.
This was followed by the fabulously refreshing tuna loin sashimi, paired with watermelon and a delicate serving of ‘nduja for a characteristic Italian touch.
The well-loved truffle cacio e pepe pici that followed was a welcome addition, featuring a smooth, creamy sauce—a classic that never disappoints.
The beef shin ragù risotto was simply sensational, although the bone marrow that was supposed to give the dish an extra layer of depth was notoriously absent. Regardless, this was easily a highlight among the main dishes.
On the other hand, the hogged loin with borlotti cassoulet was a disappointing choice; it was undercooked and chewy, which detracted from the overall enjoyment despite its flavourful components.
When it comes to dessert, Spagnoletti simply nails it, and their Tiramisù is not to be missed. Classic, refined and subtle – this creamy post-meal treat was the crowning glory.
I also sampled the salted caramel ganache with praline and banana, which tasted something like a deconstructed yet sophisticated take on the beloved banoffee.
Crispy, creamy, and sticky, this dish showcases the elegance of salted caramel and sets a high standard for indulgence.
