Pizza slices, popcorn, Jammie Dodgers and hot chocolate were our go-to accoutrements for sleepover when we were 12.
But more than a decade later, my childhood friend Stephanie and I had decided to do a PJ party all grown up.
Now both based in London and no longer in the Nottinghamshire wilds where we attended ballet school, we decided to check out the newly-revamped Blakes hotel in the Kensington area of town.
Tucked away on a quiet residential street where houses go for a handsome sum, this place is a treasure box to explore. Over the years this secluded spot has welcomed a host of A-listers, from Kate Moss to Diana Ross, thanks to its secluded positioning. Liam Gallagher and Patsy Kensit even spent the first night of their honeymoon here in room 007.
It was a Thursday night and Stephanie and I met outside the hotel, where two smartly dressed doormen welcomed us in and set the tone for a salubrious night of fun.
On stepping into the venue a sensual wave of fragrance seduced me while the dark lighting left blinded me for a moment.
My eyes quickly adjusted and I felt as though I’d landed in some slick safari lodge crossed with an art deco boudoir.
Think stacking trunks, strips of bamboo and palms set against a rippling sea of black and gold.
A porter swiftly took our overnight bags up to our room (207) and as it was almost 8pm we opted to have dinner downstairs before heading up.
While mum would rustle up easy-to-make snacks at our sleepovers from yonder, tonight we were indulging in a more complex menagerie of morsels.
Blakes presents a dazzling menu and if you’re a fan of seafood – get ready to salivate.
Shown to a prime table in the corner of the sumptuous, low-lit restaurant we settled in for the evening.
The place was buzzing with a sense of decadence in the air. A group of Italian men sat on a table close by, their combed hair reflecting the gold wall paint.
We stuck to the drinks that we’d been drinking on the outside terrace (a beautiful space decorated by fashion mogul Matthew Williamson) – Steph a Bloody Mary and an olive vodka martini for me.
On the food front, we traded in our popcorn-Jammie Dodger feasts for some much finer fodder.
The dishes at Blakes are unfussy but done well.
To start we shared a whole grilled artichoke, soft shell crab tempura and a meaty portion of octopus (which Steph said she was still dreaming about the next day). For mains we went with a creamy risotto and king crab salad. It was the perfect running order and a bevvy of charismatic Italian servers carried us through smoothly.
When it comes to side dishes at Blakes, the truffle mushrooms are a must try. I could still taste them on the tip of my tongue the next day despite a thorough tooth brushing.
We decided to take our dessert (cheese and ice cream) downstairs, where there was an awesome jazz trio playing before the DJ decks mixed things up.
The atmosphere at Blakes was on point and we were soon in the swing of things.
Some dainty glasses of dark Don Julio tequila helped us drift further into a twinkling land of fuzzy laughter.
With a 6am wake-up call looming over me, I suggested we head up to bed. The fun continued to roll, swapping our evening attire for a pair of fluffy robes and slippers.
The king bed was dreamy and big enough for the two of us to wallow around in.
It felt as though we were in a maharajah’s palace, with the room peppered with lashings of gold paint, treasure boxes and plush furnishings. The silk curtains made quite a wonderful rustling sound as I peeped out to the quiet street below.
I slept like a log – unusual for me – and it was the sound of our breakfast being delivered that woke me from the land of nod.
A friendly chap brought in a bustling tray of morning treats. Quite frankly we’d forgotten what we’d ordered in our martini / tequila haze in the early hours but it was a thoroughly satisfying surprise.
We spooned up forkfuls of yolky scrambled eggs and fresh fruit, while balmy croissants were coated with an array of jams and butter.
Being a school day I took a smoothie over champagne and swigged some very strong coffee.
And so, after a swift shower in the enormous bath, I bid Blakes a heart-breaking adieu while leaving Steph to enjoy a soak in the tub.
I walked to work with a kiddish-like spring in my step. It had been just the slumber party I needed.
To make a reservation at Blakes restaurant or to book a room please call +4420 7370 6701 or visit: www.blakeshotels.com.