Mollie's motel

Charlotte Smith-Jarvis stays at Soho House's latest venture - an upmarket roadside hotel...with prices that won't blow your budget.

[Wake The Tiger](https://www.wakethetiger.com/). Wander the boutiques and upmarket eateries of Cliffton Village, and amble over the suspension bridge if you dare. Sleep comes easily and is only interrupted by the annoying tinkle of my work alarm. In the middle of the table is plonked a cast iron dish of beef chilli fries which our server told us were a must. The Mall Cribbs Causeway is moments away with lots of big stores. The fried chicken is a tad on the dry side, but a drizzle of maple syrup soon sorts that out. Having endured several days at another joint with no hot water (I woe is me, I had to wash my hair with a kettle in the sink), and with three hours stuck on the M5 under my belt, the glimmer of foil peeking from under bars of Tony’s Chocolonely, and glossy packets of Candy Kittens of the motel’s front desk ‘shop’ call to me. Scrubbed up, but still feeling bedraggled, we step outside to admire the Mollie's terraced garden, before limping over to her diner, where we’re greeted by bright smiles, Cadillac-style dining booths, and a flurry of activity from the open kitchen. And my husband, a self-proclaimed ‘burger expert’ is in raptures over his smashed patty, loaded with house sauce, cheese and salad. She’s not as ‘shouty’ as the Premier Inns and Travelodges you’ll encounter roadside. Or, for that matter, the top shelf spirits and menu of wicked-good sounding cocktails. Nor the bar of free house-blend filter coffee and luxe brand tea.