A Cowshed spa, buzzing restaurants and a bar, plus a private cinema and rooftop pool at a covetable member's club can only mean one thing: Soho House Berlin. This exclusive industrial-chic boutique hotel in Berlin's bleeding-edge Mitte district is the address for globe-roving coolhunters who want to combine power-brunching with decadent downtime.
Please note, if you are not a Soho House member, to access this members-only property a 12-month Soho Friends membership will be added to your booking for €140. This membership covers one room a stay for the member and any additional rooms booked for their children under 18.
Noon. Late check-outs (on request) are subject to availability and an extra charge. Earliest check-in, 3pm; for loft and apartments stays, earliest check-in is 4pm.
Double rooms from £223.84 (€260), 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.
Rates are room only.
A Soho Friends membership (which will be added to non-member room rates for an additional €140) is a global membership that gives you access to Soho House bedrooms, plus benefits at spas, restaurants, Cowshed, Studios and Soho Home. Please note, Soho Friends membership does not give you direct access to the Club, and only covers the room booked and any additional rooms for children under 18; additional rooms booked for guests aged 18 and over will be charged the membership fee for each room. If you have purchased a Soho Friends membership through Mr & Mrs Smith within the past year, please call our travel team directly to book your Soho Friends member rates. Please note, existing Soho House members should book directly through Soho House as Mr & Mrs Smith cannot offer their membership discount.
At the hotel
Spa, hammam, gym, roof terrace, cinema, concept store, library. In rooms: free WiFi, flatscreen TV, Roberts radio, Marshall Bluetooth speaker, minibar, free tea and coffee, free bottled water, Cowshed and Soho Skin products.
Our favourite rooms
Tiny and Small rooms are good value; exposed concrete beams, herringbone fabrics, Anglepoise lamps and red wooden beds create an intimate retro-dorm feel. Larger rooms have high ceilings and feature grand deco-style furnishings, including screen-siren dressing tables. Big room 62 has calamine pink walls and a freestanding rolltop bath behind a rollaway dividing wall, plus a walk-in monsoon shower and padded velvet sunray-design bedhead. This and other rooms at the front of the hotel have great city views; rooms at the back are quieter. Mr Smith likes masculine-hued Medium room 83, overlooking the cobbled courtyard. Extra Large room 79 on the sixth floor is truly enormous, with an oversize bed and quilted velvet headboard, and curvaceous ivory lamp-stands, freestanding tub, chaise longue, dining area and shower for two.
The trademark Soho House pool terrace features a heated pool lined with volcanic stone; flop onto a green and white sunlounger or park yourself at a parasol-shaded bistro table to soak up fantastic city views.
Polished midcentury vibes extend to the spa, which offers Cowshed treatments for face and body, as well as mani- and pedicures, in a homely space of wooden flooring, patterned drapes and lounge-worthy armchairs; there’s also a sauna and hammam. The gym has Technogym machines, free weights and LifeFitness equipment, plus options for personal training.
Hairdryers, hair straighteners, flip-flops and bathrobes are all provided, so you can leave extra space in their cases for all those boutique buys and Cowshed goodies you'll be bringing home.
One room is wheelchair adapted and accessibility in communal areas is good.
This late-night scene-stealer is best for adults only, with time restrictions around when little Smiths can be in the Club or pool. Apartments and lofts are ideal options for families.
It’s reassuring to know that Soho House has a detailed environmental code of practice. Recycling programmes and responsible food-waste management are in full swing at every outpost of the member’s club. Local suppliers are selected for their like-minded responsibility. In the kitchen, there’s scrutiny around how Soho House sources coffee, cocoa and palm oil, as well as sustainable seafood and responsibly reared meat. Expect greater choice of meat-free dishes and seasonal ingredients whenever practical. Measures to assess Soho House’s carbon footprint and reduce emissions are ongoing.
A pale-green-leather banquette seat in the House Kitchen for breakfast; a city-view velvet wing-back sofa in the club bar.
Fash-pack black; media-mogul casual; or graphics-geek specs and high-tops.
House Kitchen’s all-day bistro menu has something for every appetite with a choice of salads, soups and sandwiches alongside classic mains such as lamb chops with couscous and labneh, veal schnitzel, herby sea bass with turmeric or good old mac ’n’ cheese. Breakfast options include pastries, poached eggs and a full English.
Floral-upholstered stools crowd round a pewter-topped beauty in the 7th-floor member's club, under a stunning deco-style crystal chandelier. Order a mean martini (we loved Harlem Nights, a Grey Goose number laced with Cointreau and orange oil) or glass of fine wine and retreat to a dark velvety corner. Soho House's trademark terrace bar on the 8th floor is perfect for city street-gazing on balmy nights.
The Club is open until 1am (and later, Thursday to Saturday) with a call for final food orders at 10.30pm; after this, a smaller late-night menu is available 11pm–1am.
A dedicated menu is available from 7am until 11pm most days (from 8am at weekends) with last orders at 10.30pm nightly. Or you could just gobble down all the delicious hand-made biscuits hidden in a silver tin on your room’s complimentary tea tray.
You’ll find Soho House Berlin where Mitte meets Prenzlauer Berg, a ten-minute walk from Alexanderplatz and conveniently central.
Berlin Brandenburg airport is a 45-minute drive to south-east of Soho House Berlin and you can pick up a taxi from outside one of its three terminals.
Services from all over Europe call at Berlin's massive Hauptbahnhof station, just a couple of clicks from the hotel. A 30-minute airport express train will take you from Berlin Brandenburg to Alexanderplatz, a ten-minute walk from the hotel.
You’re unlikely to need wheels to get around the city when walking, cycling or taking the U-Bahn will suffice. If you are driving, however, there’s a choice of private car parks nearby.
Worth getting out of bed for
Mitte encapsulates Berlin’s bohemian quirkiness into one vibrant neighbourhood, putting designer stores, galleries, museums, shops and theatres on your doorstep. For a quick local foray, stroll down Torstrasse to menswear boutique and event space SoTo at number 72 to browse its limited-edition sneakers, cool Japanese imports and dandy accessories. On Sophienstrasse, you'll find the Firlefanz puppet theatre and if you're feeling guilty about leaving the kids with the in-laws, there's a shop next door selling hand-made wooden Erzgebirge nutcrackers and figurines. Take the next left and dive into the pedestrianised Hackeschen Höfe to discover little shops, cafés, a cinema, circus space and billiards hall. Museums in easy reach include Monsterkabinett on Rosenthalerstrasse – a graffiti-daubed studio with mechanical monsters in the cellar and a calendar of evening shows; the Anne Frank centre is the Berlin outpost of the Amsterdam museum curating facts and artefacts from the Jewish diarist’s short life; an iron lung and a cat submarine are among the surreal curios documenting a century of bizarre industrial objects at the Design Panopticon museum (a 20-minute walk towards the river) on Poststrasse.
Refined plates at the modern edge of French cuisine – tomato tart with ramson, black pork with char caviar and barley – are served in a menu fixe with optional wine pairing at Bandol sur Meron Torstrasse; very limited table numbers mean you should book ahead. Try a modern take on Vietnamese staples at Monsieur Vuong on Alte Schönhauser Strasse – a simply dressed dining room in scarlet and sienna that’s ideal for a laid-back lunch or supper.
At 49 Torstrasse there’s a branch of slick coffee house St Oberholz – a plant-dotted industrial space where coffee ranges from silky flat whites to nitro brews, fresh pastries glisten under the counter-top cloche and organic brownies and cakes line up to tempt you.
Toes wiggling in the pool, Earl Grey Tea cocktails in hand, this Mr & Mrs Smith are planning how best to use their weekend in the German capital.Berlin's Mitte district sprawls below, begging to be explored, a landscape of mostly grey communist facades familiar to me only from the film Good Bye Lenin!
We’re at Soho House Berlin. Now the largest outpost of the renowned members’ club group, it was once home to East Germany’s Politisches Büro. A Bauhausey building opened in the 1920s as a department store, it’s now a trophy of this quarter’s gentrification; its six stories occupy the all-white corner block at the start of Torstrasse, the main road that sweeps across the top of Mitte from Prenzlauer Allee to Friedrichstrasse. An hour ago, we’d stepped into a taxi at Schönefeld; it whizzed us into the city, past the last remaining stretch of the Berlin wall before dropping us off at a retro clock tower marked ‘hotel’.
Ambling into Soho House’s industrial-feel lobby, a world of cool hits us: there’s graffiti-art by Damien Hirst and have-a-go ping-pong tables, both pitched perfectly at Soho House group’s young-at-heart, work-hard-play-hard clientele. Checked in, and en route to the rooftop, we use our key card to scratch our initials into the leather lining the lift. Not our idea – the hotel’s interior designers got the scuffed-cowhide graffiti-party started. ‘Vandalism chic’, I suggest to Mr Smith.
A few moments later, we’re that couple, soaking up the sun from the top deck of this former Communist Party HQ, overlooking the iconic television tower. It’s a moment in my life I’ll remember in freeze-frame.
It's the height of summer: all around us bright young Berliners bask in the searing rays, surrounded by a sprinkling of international visitors. Twee white wrought-iron furniture cushioned in dusty pink florals seems more home counties than Deco chic, but populated with blond hipsters resplendent in this season’s haircuts and sunglasses, it’s like a scene straight from a Taschen book. We’d happily plot up here for our minibreak, but we have art, culture and history to discover on our doorstep. Mr Smith assures me that, if there’s one city where an adventure will unfold on its own, it's Berlin.
An absence of garish neon signs in Mitte adds to the ‘What’s coming next?’ mystique as we meander through the city’s most central chunk. Unobtrusive shopfronts conceal a world of contemporary creativity in the cafés, boutiques and galleries to be found at almost every turn: we discover white-hot womenswear on Mulackstrasse; delicious Modern Vietnamese cuisine on Rosenthaler Strasse; perfect cappuccinos and quirky concept art on gallery-lined Augustrasse.
Kunsthaus Tacheles on Oranienburgerstrasse is the next surprise in store. An artists’ collective amid a working ironmongery-cum-sculpture garden in the Jewish Quarter, it’s not your average art centre: every inch of this five-floor former department store is graffiti’d. And, to give you the full all-sensory description, Tacheles is also steeped in a scent unlikely to be peddled by Jo Malone any time soon: Old Urine and Oil Paint, anyone?
On our way back to the hotel, we pop into SoTo, a menswear store on Torstrasse. Friendly as can be, its co-owner Philip Gaedicke is a Soho House scenester, but one who couldn’t be further from NY or London’s cooler-than-thou stereotypes. Happy to share the word from the street, he suggests that we visit an art project he’s involved in. (After a little recharge back at our boutique bunk-up, of course... )
Somewhat incredibly, in a city with no shortage of hotel rooms, until this hip hideaway opened, nowhere offered modern cool quite like this – let alone modern cool with a pool, a Cowshed spa, a screening room and a see-and-be-seen bar and restaurant. Soho House Berlin's 40 rooms range from dormitory-style attic abodes to huge suites like the one we’re staying in: it may be a lot pricier, but it’s worth it for the feeling we have our own elegant apartment.
Freestanding tub filled with Knackered Cow bubbles (selected from the full-size gamut of Cowshed toiletries), Mr Smith pops an original jazz LP onto the old-fashioned record player. I settle back in the froth to leaf through a copy of Berlin: City-Lit Series. A reflection on the city’s recent history through literary snapshots, essays and soundbites, it’s a guide unlike others. As Mr Smith describes our panoramic view over mid-century concrete (courtesy of Soviet rule), it's hard to imagine that this same spot was once 19th-century Prussian terrain and, in the roaring pre-war Twenties, a hotbed of cabaret.
Galvanised to find our own colourful blast of nightlife in our new neighbourhood, we start with G&Ts, flopped on a chintzy sofa in the birds-nesty bar and brasserie above. Well, you can take the members’ club out of London… After a quick side-tracking to France, care of snails and perfectly-cooked entrecôte at Bandol sur Mer, a six-tabled Torstrasse bistro beloved of Brad and Angelina, we seek out Berlin proper.
We’ve arranged to meet Philip at the grey tower block in Alexanderplatz that hosts not only the renowned rooftop club, Weekend, but also the cutting-edge art space he’s told us about, Made. Converted from a disused ninth-floor office space into an all-white workshop, theatre and gallery by architect Alexis Dornier, the Made studio regularly buzzes with up-and-coming artists and music events – drop-in crowds are drawn by word of mouth and posts on Made's blog (if you fancy checking out the latest happenings).
No sooner have we stepped into this space, we’re sipping vodka cocktails with a US rapper, admiring artwork studded with Swarovski crystals care of Tadi Rock, and thinking Berlin's interiors are more Star Trek than Stalin these days. Mr Smith was right: anyone staying at Soho House Berlin doesn’t need to stray far in search of an adventure – no matter what direction you walk in, you can be sure one will find you.