Liverpool is party-perfect for hens, stags and other creatures of the night. But if your party is coach-sized, only Salthouse Pad will do. Sleeping 18 in two apartments, this converted warehouse sits a short, unsteady stroll from the beating pulse of the club scene and metres from Liverpool One retail and the Royal Court Theatre.
This is industrial chic let off the leash. Bursting with natural materials hewn from nature, Salthouse Pad is all reclaimed wooden floorboards, exposed brickwork, retro fittings and signage from the glory days of dockside bonded warehouses. The décor is exquisite, and not at all bijou.
Salthouse Pad is so close to the heart of Liverpool, you can hear it beat all day and all night. Test the pulse with trips to the Baltic Triangle, to Chinatown, to the races at Aintree, the footie at Anfield and Goodison, or to vulture the culture at the Tate or the International Slavery Museum. Try a life less ordinary in electrifying Liverpool.
These are spaces that work on every level. Well, three of them: the ground floor, second floor and mezzanine. Taste is eclectic. This wall’s black; that one French blue. Lampshades are industrial aluminium, brickwork is exposed, beams are big and rustic. Some sofas are Chesterfield, others cubic. But it all works.
Up in the second floor, you can plan the hullabaloo, grab a coffee, take them on at cards, or just soak up the surroundings over some music. There’s a sense of space and grandeur here, and a real determination to be different. Maybe you’ll relate to that.
The kitchen in Salthouse Pad is colossal and the weather bashed dining table makes sense for a dozen or so diners. The catering continues in The Galley, with another kitchen suffused with style and urban chic.
But don’t be fooled by the industrial look: kitchens here are fully fitted and totally cool. The granite worktops, slate floors and exposed brick adds an authentic feel to your efforts. Cook from scratch? You mean there’s another way? If you’re not up for it, our chef is. Book him for special celebrations or a fully catered break.
For the taste of Tokyo, you’ll need to wander along the road to Sapporo Teppanyaki, haunt of theatrical chefs who cook at your table. San Carlo is elegantly Italian, with classic dishes and striking white lamps. For a taste that’s as Rio as the Ipanema Beach, samba along to Viva Brazil for BBQ meat skewers carved at the table.
Welcome to the big sleep! For hens, for stags, for get-togethers, it gets no better than this. But this is far more than a numbers game. Just metres from the beating heart of the city, this is the crash pad gone crazy, with reclaimed wood, exposed brick, and artwork from the days of the bonded warehouses.
Up on the second floor, you’ll find the ‘penthouse’ Salthouse Pad, sleeping 14 in four bedrooms (three twins and a double) and a mezzanine bedroom floor above the living space. Two bathrooms, one family-sized and one a shower room, ease the queue for the loos.
The Cabin sleeps 13 in six bedrooms, comprising doubles and singles.