I have an Oxford-based friend who treats herself every year to a week’s stay in this hotel.
She insists that it’s not up to the advertised 5* standard and prices to match. But it has a certain charm that keeps pulling her back. Perhaps it’s the very friendly, if sometimes eccentric staff, or the creaky floors, or the views over to the Ashmolean museum.
There’s a whiff of decayed elegance about the whole place but compared to the sleek and groomed contemporary style of so many hotels, the Randolph is curiously refreshing.
The Spa is 'bijou' as estate agents might say. Created out of the old cellars, it's got bags of character and top class therapists with a full range of exquisite treatments.
If your budget doesn’t stretch to staying a night, step back into another century and take afternoon tea in The Drawing Room, all tiered cake-stands and china tea services and hushed voices. Then head over to The Morse Bar and sample a few killer cocktails but don't forget your manners as this place is as traditional as a Gentleman's Club.