Kent, United Kingdom

The Rose

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In full bloom


High street hit

Eight-room bolthole The Rose is spearheading Deal’s revival, bringing bold colours and considered design to a much-loved pocket of the Kent coast. This pub with rooms was the talk of the town in its heyday, but struggled to make the leap into modernity, left behind as its neighbours blossomed into enticing boutiques and art galleries. All that changed when it was bought by the former design editor of Wallpaper* magazine and her landlord husband (the great-grandson of the brewers that had once owned the pub). What followed was a top-to-tail refit, with the duo eschewing quiet neutrals in favour of a choreographed riot of colour, restoring the building’s character with cinnamon headboards, pink sinks and bottle-green tiles. Downstairs, the mod-British restaurant is full of mid-century finds and the bar is hung with art from Kent and beyond, setting this rose on a prize-winners path.

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Need to know


Eight, including three suites.


11am. Check-in, 3pm–10pm.


Double rooms from £100.00, including tax at 5 per cent.

More details

Rates include an à la carte breakfast – choose from options like duck eggs with anchovy soldiers, bacon sandwich with rhubarb ketchup, or avocado and green chilli on toast.


The hotel have followed the vintage thread by keeping things fairly lo-fi, which is why there are no TVs in the rooms. Rooms 3, 4 and 6 have record players and a stash of vinyl, however.

At the hotel

Free WiFi throughout; free tea and coffee stations. In rooms: free bottled water and Austin Austin organic bath products.

Our favourite rooms

All eight rooms were individually designed, so each has its own quirks and character – some have a mint-green sink or a yellow bath, others have a knock-out piece of mid-century furniture. Finding a favourite will be a matter of taste, but we're particularly taken by Room 4, which has a super-king-size bed and a spacious bathroom with sliding wooden doors, a roll-top bath and a shower clad in bottle-green tiles. If bold colours and bright patterns are your thing, try Room 9, a cosy bolthole with mustard fabrics and cloudlike wallpaper by Farrow & Ball.

Packing tips

We’d advise leaving space, or even bringing an extra bag, if you’re prone to the temptation of vintage shops.


All the public areas are wheelchair accessible, but there are no specially adapted rooms.


With advance notice, dogs under 40kg are welcome in Room Three and Room Eight. There's a flat fee of £20. See more pet-friendly hotels in Kent.


All ages are welcome, but the hotel isn’t particularly geared towards children. A cot (£15 a stay; suitable for children under two) or mattress (£15 a stay; suitable for children from two to eight) can be added to certain rooms subject to availability.

Food and Drink

Photos The Rose food and drink

Top Table

You can’t beat the green velvet banquette, which was lovingly restored by a local upholsterer.

Dress Code

The atmosphere is undoubtedly casual, but the hotel’s design credentials warrant a certain studied carelessness. Work jackets, wide-leg chinos and oversized jumpers will hit the mark.

Hotel restaurant

The restaurant is designed with as much thought and flair as the rooms, working original features like the time-worn floorboards and 1950s wall panelling into the mix. These relics have never been in better company, now brought to life by a forest-green banquette and utilitarian mid-century furniture. The kitchen is helmed by chef Rachel O’Sullivan, who honed her craft at Soho’s Polpo and cult East London café Towpath. She and her team prepare mod-British dishes from the open kitchen at the end of the room, with classics like braised rabbit, roast hake and rump steak ensuring Kent’s fields and waters get their due. But as with everything at the Rose, there’s a sense of freshness running through the whole operation – obvious pairings are often swapped out for something more enticing, and dishes aren’t bounded by an obsessive need to keep things Kentish to the last.

Hotel bar

The bar and lounge are splashed with bold colours thanks to the plum, blue and mustard lounge chairs and high-backed sofas covered in leafy motifs. A wood-burning stove and antique rugs keep things snug on cold days, and the walls are decked with a range of artwork, some of it by local artists and others from the Carl Freedman’s gallery in Margate. The local ales and wines have been chosen with judicious care, but it’s the seasonal cocktails that steal the show, made with local herbs and fruits foraged by Lucia Stewart, founder of the Wild Kitchen.

Last orders

Breakfast is served every day from 8.30 to noon. The restaurant is open Wednesday to Saturday for lunch (noon to 3pm) and dinner (6pm to 9.30pm); on Sunday the kitchen is open from 8.30am to 4pm. Drinks flow in the bar from 9am to 11pm daily.


Photos The Rose location
The Rose
91 High St
CT14 6ED
United Kingdom

The Rose is on the High Street in Deal, a charming seaside town on the east Kent coast.


The closest airports are London Gatwick and Heathrow, both around two hours’ drive from the hotel.


Deal has its own station. If you’re coming from the capital, you can hop onto a high-speed service from St Pancras International, which takes around 90 minutes. If you’re in the mood for a leisurely journey, the regular service leaves from London Bridge, taking an hour longer.


You won’t need your car in Deal itself, but it’s worth having one if you want to explore the Kentish countryside and nearby seaside towns. There’s parking within a few minutes’ walk of the hotel.

Worth getting out of bed for

The fine-tuned balance of antique, retro and contemporary design in the lounge makes it all too enticing to kick back – and when you've got Kentish ales, English sparkling wines and killer cocktails within arm’s reach, you may find the hours slip by faster than you expected. It’s worth dragging yourself away, however, as Deal High Street has won acclaim for the number of its independent boutiques – don’t miss Smugglers Records for a bit of crate digging, galleries Don’t Walk Walk and Linden Hall Studio for a taste of the homegrown art scene, and Mileage, Fleming’s and Delpierre for antique and retro homewares. Further cultural hits can be found in Margate (a 40-minute drive away or a 30-minute train ride from Deal station), home to the Turner Contemporary and Carl Freedman’s Counter Editions, the gallery that supplied the some of the artwork at the Rose. Make the most of the sea air on the walk between Deal and Sandwich (around two hours if you stay close to the coast), once home to the Earl who inspired the eponymous snack. You’ll pass the River Stour, have views of the chalky coastline at Ramsgate and cross the grassy dunes of the Royal St George’s Golf Course, the inspiration behind St. Mark’s, which James Bond plays on in Ian Fleming’s Dr No. Deal’s beaches are pebbly, so if you prefer to bask on sand, you might want to head up the coast to Ramsgate or nearby Broadstairs, home to Botany Bay, a stretch of sand bounded by Kent’s chalk-white cliffs. If you’ve never been, now’s a good chance to fit in a visit to Canterbury Cathedral, around 20 minutes’ drive from Deal. The building needs no introduction, but yellow-sashed guides are on hand to impart its lesser-known history.

Local restaurants

If you’re on the hunt for brunch or a light lunch, stop in at local favourite the Popup Café – as the name suggests, its very presence stands as proof of its popularity. Originally intended as a summer project, the café wooed residents with its flaky pastries and fresh sourdough to such an extent that the owners were convinced to put down roots for good. If you prefer a more traditional setting, the Black Douglas Coffee House is an equally worthy place for a sandwich or a slice of cake. For a laid-back lunch or dinner, try Frog and Scot, a Francophile bistro run by husband-and-wife team Benoit (the frog) and Sarah (the Scot). Chef David Gadd spent six years at The Sportsman, a Michelin-starred gastropub in nearby Seasalter, so there’s certainly no lack of talent in the kitchen. If the brilliant bistro fare at Frog and Scot persuades you to pay a visit to Gadd’s old stomping ground, bear in mind you’ll need to book weeks, if not months, in advance. Back in Deal, Victuals and Co showcase excellent local produce with their seasonal seven-course tasting menu and Sunday evening's 'raid the larder' dishes. Another novel option is the Dining Club, which is made up of several Georgian dining rooms, making a meal feel more like a private dinner. Head chef Scott knows no bounds when it comes to the variety of cuisine – over the course of a month, the menu could start in Britain, make its way through Europe and end in the Far East. You’ll need a membership to book, which costs £10 and lasts a year.

Local bars

You won’t find a local bar that does a better cocktail than the Rose, but if you’re determined to play away for an evening, don’t miss pint-sized wine bar Le Pinardier. It’s owned by Frenchman Benoit (one half of the Frog and Scot), who has more than a decade’s experience working in the wine and champagne industry. For a true taste of Kent, order a glass of Chapel Down, a sparkling wine that can hold its own among the big-name champagnes.


Photos The Rose reviews
Scarlett Conlon

Anonymous review

By Scarlett Conlon, Style scribe

When I was invited to review the Rose on the Kent coastline this summer, I jumped at the chance. I’d heard a few whisperings about Deal. ‘An authentic slice of old-school British seaside,’ said one friend. ‘Less hectic in high season than its Margate and Whitstable neighbours up the coast,’ said another. ‘Loads of good charity shops,’ said the one who knows my weakness for thrifting… I’d also heard that the owners were a former Wallpaper* design editor and her husband, so by association I trusted their taste. Naturally, I had been curious to check it out, especially given that it’s a cheap and easy hour and 20 minutes train ride from central London. 

When it came to inviting a guest, there was no question who would enjoy this indulgent stay with me. Sadly for Mr Smith it turned out to be my number one Mrs – my mum. Mr Smith would love it, but my mum would get it. 

She was, as you might expect with a spontaneous offer of mother-and-daughter time, thrilled with the invitation and promptly set about booking a dog-minder (thank you Mr Smith), checking the weather forecast and planning which selection of sandals she’d bring. 

We set off early one Sunday morning like two excited interrailers. In my experience, revisiting familiar childhood scenarios with her always makes me revert to behaving like, well, a child, and, despite my 34th birthday just around the corner, I was in full giddy mode. As it turned out, so was she, and by the time we boarded the train we were already exhausted from being silly. 

Despite me offering to pick up breakfast for us at some overpriced takeout in the station, she had packed a picnic – one of her favourite things to do. Let’s face it, organic avocado on rye is great for the gut, but who can resist fluffy ham sandwiches cut into quarters with a bag of Walkers ready salted? We devoured it before we pulled out of St Pancras.

By the time the train ground to a halt in Deal (we’d actually taken the slow train, cue more hysterics), we stepped off into sunshine. The Rose – a 200-year-old restored pub – is less than five minutes from the station and so in no time we were at the front desk, giving each other sideways winks (silent code for ‘squeeeaal!’) and getting checked in. The smells emanating from the downstairs kitchen were so enticing we booked a table for Sunday lunch before being shown to our twin room. Turns out we could have brought our beloved Jack Russell, Paddy, for a surcharge of £20 a night which made me immediately like it (I always trust a place that allows dogs).

More sideways winks ensued as the key turned. Being an old pub, I had been expecting the guest rooms to be small, but ours (one of eight) was perfectly formed – not to mention beautifully kitted out. The beds came complete with mustard velvet headboards, crisp white linen, and luxurious waffle-knit blankets. Wicker sideboards had little ornaments and magazines (Wallpaper*, natch); on the spearmint walls hung a rug-cum-wall hanging which I recognised to be by Slowdown Studio (I’ve coveted it myself for some time).

The bathroom was – sorry, not sorry – Instagram heaven. A walk-in rainfall shower tiled in emerald green, traditional ceramic fittings, a baby roll-top bath (way too small to stretch out in I would later find, but so cute I forgive them), and the most delicious products by the Norfolk-based brand Austin and Austin. 

A nice touch outside all the rooms was a free tea and freshly baked biscuit station with fresh milk, water and whiskey. ‘Very clever,’ noted mum in her impressed voice, reaching for a chocolate-chip cookie. ‘It saves space in the rooms and no plastic waste with those ridiculous little milk sachets that are unsustainable and no good to anyone’. God, I love it when my mum gets woke.

Freshened up, we headed down for lunch in the restaurant – minimal but comfortable with a mix of designer and vintage furniture and right up my street. Plans of digging into the roast were shelved once we got food envy from the tables next to us and we opted for the burger (her) and a bean and samphire stew (me). Grilled Hispi cabbage proved the perfect accompaniment which was all washed down with crisp white wine (her) and the palest rosé (me) at a very reasonable £4 a glass. After stuffing ourselves to the gills we retired to the upstairs outside terrace and basked in the sun for a while.

But, I am a second-hand fiend and was itching to get out to the charity shops of which – I was to discover – there are actually 12. Twelve! I could write a whole article on the brilliant things I found there but won’t (but quickly: a blue and white striped Gieves and Hawkes man’s shirt to wear oversized; vintage Dunlop tennis rackets complete with their wooden presses; and a canteen of silver cutlery).

We meandered through the streets full of quaint ice-cream-coloured houses up onto the seafront which plays host to a lovely cluster of pubs and the coolest concrete brutalist pier (I sent a deluge of WhatsApp pics to my fashion stylist friend urging she use it for her next shoot). Also great for a retro seaside location would be the 1950s Deal Beach Parlour, all blue plastic banquettes with an ice-cream service window at which we joined the long queue. Four hours out of the capital and we laughed at how we had somehow become people who had no qualms about the waste of time standing in one, before changing our minds in favour of a cold pinot grigio at the pub next door, promising ourselves we’d do it next time. 

We slipped our macs on for the by-now blustery walk back to the hotel (I swear since Freezing Frinton my mum has packed both sunscreen and rain mac in her bag for every visit to the seaside) via the seafront arcade where we eagerly – and competitively – deposited five quids’ worth of one, two, ten and fifty pence pieces in two side-by-side tipping point machines in less than 10 minutes. It was tense, and hilarious, and we lost every penny. (Disclaimer: we know they’re money spinners but god they’re a lot of fun and – as per first paragraph – something of a seaside ritual for this writer and her mum).

As per my friend’s tip, Deal is far less commercial and manic than its fellow seaside towns (and this was a Sunday afternoon in August so by rights should have been heaving). On the contrary, it felt authentic and local. 

Sadly we could only stay one night because of work but that was fine, although be warned the hotel closes at 5pm on a Sunday so we were left to our own devices with a number to call if we needed anything (we had the whiskey/biscuit/tea station so, bar an iron, wanted for nothing).

The following morning, buoyed by a delicious breakfast of bacon sarnie with rhubarb jam (her), herby mushrooms on toast (me) and the best flat white I’ve had in yonks, we boarded a train back to the Big Smoke. We pulled into Kings Cross reiterating each other’s disbelief that only a day had passed, while simultaneously howling at all our new anecdotes and comparing them to our old jaunts which this trip so gloriously evoked.

But that’s the thing about time travelling, isn’t it? Real-time stands still and waits for you to come back with new stories. For our wonderful trip down memory lane, our stay at the Rose turned out to be our small but perfectly formed Tardis.

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