Let’s be clear. We’re not rounding up Britain’s best underground raves (though that would be fun), nor party spaces clipped onto zhuzhed-up country courtyards (yawn).
This is an exercise in rooting out those hotels — albeit your grande dame or pub-with-rooms — where an impromptu singalong from an off-duty Hollywood icon at the piano can lift an evening into the rafters (this scenario recently played out at The Pig) or a refined bar by day has the potential to descend into 1980s-style debauchery by night.
