Berlin, Germany

Sir Savigny

Price per night from$111.05

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New-age aristocracy


Berlin’s cultural quarter

Boutique hotel Sir Savigny, part of Sircle Collection is based on a fictional bon vivant; clearly, the nobleman is in tune with the modern city, but he’s still got the gleam of old-world decadence in his eye. The hotel’s dark-hued interiors are distinctly contemporary, but they also showcase gold-edged mirrors, art deco chandeliers and green velvet bed-covers – all of which act like a tip of the hat to the city’s indulgent past. The local area, Savignyplatz, is still a firm favourite with Berlin’s literati, which the hotel pays homage to with literary-themed artworks by local artist Katharina Musick. When your appetite for the city's cultural offerings finally gives way to something a little more carnal, you’ll find the remedy at the hotel’s restaurant, the Butcher, which serves up some of the best Aberdeen Angus burgers in town.

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Need to know


44, including three suites.


Noon, but flexible, subject to availability. Earliest check-in, 3pm.


Double rooms from £98.27 (€113), including tax at 7 per cent. Please note the hotel charges an additional local city tax of 5% per room per night on check-out.

More details

Room rates don’t usually include breakfast, but there is an à la carte menu served in the Butcher. Options like peanut-butter smoothies, Belgian waffles and hot shakshuka are all on offer. Rates don't include a five per cent city tax (per room per night).


Savignyplatz is no stranger to a famous face: expressionist painter George Grosz lived there in the 1920’s, and David Bowie and Iggy Pop were regulars at the Schwarzes Café during the late 1970’s.

At the hotel

Lounge area, well-stocked library, terraced garden, laundry and free WiFi throughout. In rooms: flatscreen TV, Nespresso coffee machine, minibar, Marshall radio and Dead Clean bath products.

Our favourite rooms

For the most patrician experience, choose Sir Suite number 306, which has a freestanding bath tub in the bedroom and a terrace overlooking the garden. If you’re not looking to splash, the Sir Boutique rooms still have high ceilings, cocktail-making equipment and the hotel's signature green velvet bedding.

Packing tips

Don’t overpack. The city’s full of small, independent boutiques with brands you’ve never heard of but feel like you’ve always been looking for. There’s also some seriously good vintage shopping to be had.


All of the hotel’s public areas are wheelchair accessible.


Children of all ages are welcome at the hotel, but it’s better suited to adults and teens. Extra beds aren’t available, so kids will have to sleep in a separate room.

Food and Drink

Photos Sir Savigny food and drink

Top Table

The hotel is very laid back about where you eat – any table in the indoor communal areas is fair game. Our pick are those in the Butcher (you get to see all the slicing and dicing going on in the kitchen), or the lacquered table in the kitchen library.

Dress Code

Whatever suits you, sir.

Hotel restaurant

The Butcher sounds rather sinister, but it’s actually the hotel’s aptly named eatery, which specialises in fiendishly good Aberdeen Angus burgers. Fittingly, the interiors look like – you guessed it – a butcher's shop, with a brushed-steel counter and white tiled walls covered with illustrations of various cuts of meat. This being Berlin, there’s house music played at the weekends, giving the place a buzzy atmosphere. Try the Butcher with cheese, a house classic that comes slathered in the restaurant’s much-loved signature sauce (the ingredients of which are a closely-guarded secret).

Hotel bar

The bar is part of the Butcher, but you can take your drinks where you like. If you’re in the dark depths of a Berlin winter, there are several bright orange leather chairs arranged around a fire in the lounge. Sample a refreshing Greensville: a medley of Bombay Sapphire gin, cucumber, basil, lime, celery bitters and club soda.

Last orders

Breakfast is served from 7am to 10am (10.30am on weekends); lunch from noon to 2.30pm; and dinner from 6pm to 11pm. The bar serves from 10am through to 1am.

Room service

The Butcher's menu is available for room service from 7am to 1am (3am on Fridays and Saturdays).


Photos Sir Savigny location
Sir Savigny
Kantstraße 144

Sir Savigny takes it’s name from nearby Savignyplatz, a garden square in Berlin’s upmarket neighborhood of Charlottenburg. The area is a favourite haunt of writers and artists, so it’s well stocked with galleries, restaurants and cafés.


Berlin's Brandenburg Airport is about ten miles south of the city centre and is well served by transport links. From Schönefeld, take the express train to Berlin Zoo. If you’ve packed light, you can walk it; otherwise, hop on either the S3, S5 or S7 and ride one stop to Savignyplatz. Flights and transfers can be arranged with the Smith24 Team; call 24 hours a day.


Berlin’s vast central station has excellent connections with stations throughout Germany and its neighbours. High-speed ICE trains run on many major routes, making journeys fast and comfortable.


Berlin has a great public transport network, so you won’t need a car unless you want to take daytrips further afield. If you do want to hire, the Smith24 team can arrange it.

Worth getting out of bed for

Staying faithful to the city’s artistic soul, Sir Savigny ensures guests get a cultural hit before they've even stepped outside: the kitchen library is filled with coffee-table books on everything from tattoo design to the city’s contemporary architecture. Once you manage to drag yourself away, you might want to think about renting one of the hotel’s bikes. The boutique-lined Kurfürstendamm is a few minutes’ ride away, as are Tiergarten park and Auguststrasse, which is known for its galleries and fashionable restaurants. Right next to Berlin Zoo station is the Museum of Photography, which should more than satisfy fans of the art. The building is also home to the Helmut Newton Foundation, which showcases a major portion of his work.

Local restaurants

At nearby Max Brown Ku’damm you’ll find Benedict, the hotel’s round-the-clock breakfast restaurant. This rule-breaking eatery has fast achieved cult status for its moreish morning dishes – there's everything from a spicy North African option to classic American-style pancakes. To take things up a notch, pair with one of the bar’s brunch cocktails. Those looking for standout southeast Asian food should enjoy Vietnamese eatery Saigon Green, which serves tapas-style small plates bursting with zingy flavours. There are great vegetarian and vegan options, too. For true Austrian heritage food, try Ottenthal, where you’ll find some of the best Wiener schnitzel and käsespätzle (the Austrian version of mac and cheese) in town. The secret is well and truly out with this one, so booking is essential.

Local cafés

Ora’s historical interiors make it one of the city’s most beautiful cafés. The building was a pharmacy in its former life, but rather like its malady-stricken customers, it found itself in need of a little restoration. Its wooden medicine cabinets are now back in the pink of health – only they’re stocked with ‘tonics’ of a much more palatable sort. There’s also an excellent selection of flavoursome small plates, sandwiches (the pastrami is particularly good) and pastries.


Photos Sir Savigny reviews
Gemma Askham

Anonymous review

By Gemma Askham, Roaming writer

How concerned should you be when the taxi turns into your hotel’s street and the first thing you see is a sex shop? One that looks like a car showroom and, judging by the gent surreptitiously sloping through a beaded curtain, offers a full valet?

For the first of many times, Mr Smith and I simply shrug: ‘Well, that’s Berlin for you’. Ditto when a 6pm stroll along the more clothed end of Kantstraße reveals the latest in German work-wear to be a dress shirt, sports shorts and a construction-site safety boot. Indisputably Berlin.

Bookended by these spectacles, Sir Savigny isn’t going to be a wallflower. Situated between distaste and interesting taste, this designer den sticks simply with taste – and it’s good at it.

The first standout is the smell. The hotel equivalent of freshly baked sourdough; it’s like entering a Diptyque shop without having to cough up £50 for a floral candle. Forget the ‘Lynx effect’, if only Sir Savigny’s foyer could be bottled up into fabric conditioner.

Reception isn’t your conventional, business-style affair. In fact, there is no reception. Check-in (which more like a catch-up between friends) takes place at the lounge table – a 12-person hunk of polished wood that forms the hotel’s hub. Hack space, breakfast buffet, Negroni hour, 2am post-party debrief: it all happens around the high-gloss equivalent of your friend’s kitchen island. Case in point: the wine is uncorked immediately upon arrival.

While we’re sipping the good stuff, the staff nail that tricky combination of being achingly hip, plus hip-achingly good tour guides. I blame their skill at selling the city’s attractions as the reason why I skipped the nearby Savignyplatz S-Bahn train station and took to sightseeing on foot – all 18km of it – the next day. Or maybe it was because by then I already knew what awaited my aching soles on my return – namely, The Bed.

For all the Chinese whispers about the suite with the freestanding bathtub (it wasn’t ours, so remains the stuff of foam-lore), the word around the wooden table is how exceptional the beds are.

Maybe Mr Smith and I came at it from a place of peculiar desperation – in the thick of gutting and renovating our 1900s home in Barcelona, we’d spent the previous two months living in a rental apartment with two single beds and brown décor that made Picasso’s depressive blue phase seem like the Headspace app.

So while Mr Smith enthused that Sir Savigny had the same gold art-deco light switches we’d just bought for our own home, I was reduced to monosyllabic child-like squeals: ‘Bed! Big! Yes!’ Remembering the X-rated establishment nearby, I knew our German neighbours probably wouldn’t bat an eyelid at such exclaims.  

When your eyelids are open – and factor in at least eight hours for this not being the case – the room is a beauty: slate-grey floor tiles, gilded taps, mustard-yellow velvet furnishings and lashings of Jaguar-green leather. Lighting comes from low-hanging bulbs that anywhere else would look like the owners hadn’t found the right lampshade, but here scream German efficiency.

Take the mini-bar: a black vase with a single flower stem rubs shoulders with James Joyce’s Ulysses, a crystal decanter and a full-sized bottle of specialist vodka. Mark my slurs: this is no ugly airline drinks trolley.

One of the room’s best features is the burger buzzer that dials directly to the Butcher restaurant downstairs. I say ‘best’ not because you’ll necessarily use it – juicy splodges of Aberdeen Angus on those bed sheets? – but because the Butcher really is exceptionally good. It’s often considered a cop-out to stay and eat in the hotel restaurant: the snobbery only decreasing as the Michelin stars increase. Here, the star is a slab of meat, and I have no qualms to admit that Mr Smith and I ate here not once – but twice.

By genre, the Butcher does what it says on the swanky metro tiles. Yes, another hipster burger place, but one with style and substance. Cooking isn’t hidden behind industrial pipes, but happens beside the street window, in some kind of staggeringly well-ventilated indoor BBQ. The aesthetic is like Soho House did a collaboration with your village butcher. Staff dance and nod their man buns along to the music pumped out, possibly, to disguise our burger slurps: soul tunes on Thursday night; 90s hip-hop on Friday. It’s rumoured to turn into techno after midnight; I would confirm, if it weren’t for The Bed.

What to eat? The Daddy is the Adidas Stan Smiths of the menu – a can’t-go-wrong mix of beef (charred on the outside, bloody inside), gooey Edam, crispy bacon and a dollop of BBQ sauce and onions. Burgers aside, the slow-cooked baby back ribs are a sticky, chilli-y, mouth-tingly sensation. Pair with the pomegranate quinoa salad if your new meat-free fad has suddenly gone the way of the barman’s baseball cap – backwards.

You can always be healthy at breakfast, of course. Though my money’s on the pancakes: a crispy, spongy, honey-drizzled foursome. Maybe the most erotic thing in Berlin isn’t at the other end of the street, after all.


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