It’s a fact. Everyone stands taller in India. You have to when you stand next to one of the splendid Sikh doormen at The Imperial New Delhi – above, the trio is completed by the hotel’s boss, SEVP Louis Sailer, a quality perfectionist with whom few can compare.
Everything at the 235-room is the best. Bedroom furnishings are Italianate-luscious (see the room tour video below of suite 259, with its four-poster). A room service order for granola meant it came with both cold milk and, under a freshly-laundered white linen cosy, hot milk. Cocktails in one of the hotel’s four bars come with nuts, and spoons – and drinks have ice cubes embossed with the hotel’s coat of arms.
Girlahead went on to dine in Spice Route, a magnificent room with painted and carved wood ceilings and dishes that included a selection of tuna tartares, barely-seared cod, and a hibiscus brûlée. Breakfast in 1911 is equally memorable – sit inside, on the glassed-in terrace or outside on the lawn, wherever, the copious buffet is well-labelled and the masses of good breads and baked goods include some pretty tasty cinnamon rolls.
Next week this ever-improving hotel adds The Imperial Club. It has numerous sitting areas, with Champagne-coloured damask upholstery, and a business centre, and an outdoor terrace. For premium hotel guests only – a total of about 90 keys – it will nevertheless give any other hotels in town a run for their money.
This is going to be the best hotel in the world, declares Louis Sailer. What does he have up his sleeve next?
See, below, a room tour of suite 259, and then art outside its door.