High Wycombe / Beaconsfield hotel

I had an excellent stay and couldn’t be happier with the overall experience. Kul was exceptionally helpful, friendly and welcoming throughout my visit. She went above and beyond to make sure I had everything I needed, even managing to find me a spare charger after I realised I had left mine at home. It was such a thoughtful gesture and really demonstrated the excellent level of customer service provided. Room 139 was exceptionally clean, beautifully presented and well maintained, making it a pleasure to stay in. Everything was well organised, and the room had a fresh, comfortable feel to it. The attention to detail and overall standard of cleanliness were particularly impressive. Overall, a fantastic experience from start to finish. The combination of a spotless room and genuinely outstanding customer service made my stay all the more enjoyable. A special thank you to Kul for going the extra mile and making me feel so well looked after. I would highly recommend staying here and would absolutely return in the future!

This is a genuine honest review. I’m that dissatisfied with my stay I thought I’d sped the time to write a story about how shocking it was. Please take the time to read before considering your stay here. Once upon a time, in a kingdom not so far away, there stood a Premier Inn, a place where weary travellers arrived in search of rest, comfort, and a peaceful night’s slumber. Alas, dear reader, what awaited us was a tale far darker than any bedtime story. Upon entering this enchanted establishment, we were greeted by the unmistakable aroma of stale urine, a fragrance so potent it seemed to cling to the very souls of those who dared to pass through. The corridors and restaurant were plagued by this foul-smelling curse, whilst the air fresheners, rather than banishing the stench, appeared to have taken inspiration from urinal cakes. Their fragrance did little to disguise the underlying pong, instead creating a truly bewildering perfume of artificial freshness and public convenience. One could only wonder whether the sorcerer responsible had mistaken a public lavatory for a luxury retreat. The carpets, once perhaps fit for royalty, had begun their slow descent into ruin, peeling away like the pages of an ancient spellbook. The paint flaked from the walls as though the building itself were shedding its skin, revealing a kingdom that had long since surrendered to the passage of time. But the true magic of this establishment revealed itself after nightfall. As darkness crept across the land and guests retired to their chambers, the walls and ceilings came alive with mysterious movements. Rats, those tiny nocturnal princes and princesses of the underworld, scurried through hidden passageways above and around us, providing an all-night performance of scratching, scampering, and architectural percussion. Who needs a lullaby when one can enjoy the delightful symphony of rodents holding their own midnight royal ball? Sleep, naturally, became a distant fantasy. As evening fell, we ventured forth to the restaurant, hopeful that a hearty dinner might restore our spirits. Alas, the culinary kingdom had other plans. The food arrived bearing all the charm and freshness of a banquet that had been forgotten in a dungeon for several days. Stale and thoroughly uninspiring, the meal was less a feast fit for royalty and more a punishment reserved for those who had angered the kingdom’s cook. Yet the food was not the only disappointment awaiting us. The restaurant staff, whose hospitality might have offered a glimmer of warmth in this otherwise dismal realm, provided service so poor that even the coldest-hearted villain might have managed a more welcoming reception. Courtesy and attentiveness appeared to have been banished from the kingdom, leaving us feeling less like valued guests and more like an inconvenient interruption to the staff’s evening. And then, dear reader, came the bathroom. Oh, what horrors lay beyond that humble door! Stains adorned the surfaces like unwanted ancient runes, whilst intimate remnants of previous visitors’ grooming habits had been left behind as though they were precious royal heirlooms. One could only wonder whether housekeeping had wandered into an enchanted forest and never found its way back. By the end of our stay, we had experienced an adventure worthy of the Brothers Grimm, though one we would not wish upon even the wickedest of witches. So, if you seek a magical escape where wildlife provides the entertainment, the décor crumbles before your eyes, the air fresheners evoke the fragrant delights of a public urinal, dinner disappoints, hospitality is but a distant legend, and the bathroom resembles a cursed chamber, then perhaps this particular Premier Inn is the enchanted castle for you. For everyone else, I would recommend seeking accommodation in a kingdom far, far away. And they most certainly did not live happily ever after. The end.

We stayed at the Premier Inn High Wycombe Beaconsfield in September 2026. It is a VERY BASIC place to stay. No one about to speak to on check-in (all automated) Small room, grubby curtains , limited parking… eventually squeezed the car in a narrow spot. Already decided we wouldn’t revisit when 3 weeks later we get a parking fine. (Parking if you’re staying is meant to be free!) would avoid this location.

The most disgusting place I have ever had the misfortune of staying at. As a regular premier inn user it comes as a huge shock that this is the feedback I am giving. The bar was tired, filthy and the food average at best. But the toilets were the dirtiest I have ever encountered, someone had used two of the toilets for an upset stomach but left the evidence all over the seats, the back of the loos, dirty toilet tissue on the floor and had not flushed. Reported to bar staff but the toilets were not sealed off. The corridors to the room had bin bags on them and were filthy. But to top it off we had sheets left on the sofa bed for us to make it up ourselves. We stayed 1.5 hours, checked out and requested our money back which we have. A complaint has been put into the company with photo evidence but they haven’t bothered to reply. I would add this photo evidence to this review but I think it is way too disgusting to view.

The room was dated and not overly clean, sticky floor and broken toilet seat. You can hear everything which is unusual for these hotels. Food in the adjoining restaurant was not great. Had no choice but to use it due to work commitments. One lovely long standing member of staff who knew what she was doing. Poor trainee was clueless. Morning three the same member of staff was horrified to discover that the stand in chef on Wednesday evening produced a ‘limited ‘ menu of the things he could cook quickly. This was about 3 dishes from each section. He claimed stock was low, she said he couldn’t be bothered with pizzas etc. the restaurant was sticky, smelt of cheap air freshener and the service was so slow. No one knew how to work the till. I would say this lady, I didn’t get her name, was the only person who keeps this premier inn going. They are upgrading, there is very little parking due to work vans and honestly I wouldn’t return - although I do think this brand has had its day. Restaurants were much better when outsourced and staffed by people who knew how to cook and how to run a restaurant.