Eight Nicholson

If you’re lucky enough to snag one of four rooms at this stylish bed and breakfast, snag away — you won’t be sorry. You’ll have to learn how to say «Sube-​E-​ack-​Oh» and your taxi driver will repeatedly tell you that there are no hotels in the vicinity, but once these two challenges are overcome, you’ll be amply rewarded with my version of hotel paradise.
Few hotels please me on so many different levels — comfortable bedding, towels, linens, fast and free internet, desk space, fantastic food, designer touches, comfortable lounge areas, helpful guest resources — but Eight Nicholson was all this and more. As I emerged from my private room in the morning, I was met out on the patio with yogurt, granola and fresh fruit and poached eggs on toast with coffee and fresh juice. It was heaven. And let me just say — the designer here truly knows the ins and outs of beautiful fabric textures. (A not-​so-​secret obsession of mine.)
Throughout the entire experience, it’s abundantly clear you’re staying in a home rather than a hotel in the best possible ways. (Think: comfortable, cozy and thoughtful touches, not angst-​y teen drama, clogged drains and mysterious leftovers. Or was that just my home?) If I weren’t a baller on a budget, I’d say here every single time I came through Perth. Heck, I’d move in permanently if they’d let me. Unfortunately, it’s just a bit out of my price range, so I’ll have to remember the glory of Eight Nicholson next time I’m cramped up in a corporate mega-​chain hotel box that Perth seems to rock with gusto. Sigh.