The decor may be whimsical and chintzy, but this privately owned bolthole of boutique hotels in London has been servicing all manner of wild celebrities for over 35 years. A persistent rumour that Johnny Depp filled the Victorian bath in room 116 with champagne for Kate Moss, only to have a maid inadvertently drain it, is just one of the many stories feeding the mythology of Portobello Hotel. The 24 smallish four-star rooms have a bohemian feel – each brimming with flowing drapes and eclectic antiques. Many have free-standing bathtubs in open alcoves next to sumptuous four-poster or circular beds. This hotel is the distilled essence of Notting Hill – insouciantly stylish with a sexy edge to traditional English foundations. After a heavy night, guests can refuel with breakfast in bed – his’n’hers trays serve porridge and a fry-up for him, muesli and a passion fruit salad for her. The restaurant is tiny, but nearby Julie’s is under the same ownership, scene-filled and worth a visit; a stay also includes complimentary day membership to Boho party paradise The Cobden Club. Assuming you can be bothered to get out of bed, that is.