I'm about to gush just a little too much for my liking, so I have to take a seat as I write this.
This property was recommended by a friend, so I knew it would be good, but I did not think it would be this good.
I don't think I have had a greeting of such genuine warmth at a hotel before, and certainly not one at a hotel of this rarefied standard - it was almost overwhelming. In fact, I thought I must have been mistaken for a celebrity, given my passing resemblance to Mr Bean. This experience was replicated at every interaction - though not at all obsequious - but things like remembering what glass of wine i had the previous day, asking whether I wanted to sit at the same table and just stopping by for a chat are small things I guess, but so important and disregarded by so many other properties.
The room, adjoining the Winston Churchill suite, was vast, dominated by a canopied bed and a balcony with a view over the Nile. The turn down service was next level: chocolates, a tray of chamomile tea and jar of honey and the cornucopia of towels folded just so.
A bit gauche to talk about money, but if a hotel of this standard operated in Europe or the US the rates would be at least quadruple what is charged here.
The jewel in the Sofitel crown as far as I am concerned.