York's Bewitching Hideaway: The Hocus Pocus Tiny Hotel!
York's Bewitching Hideaway: The Hocus Pocus Tiny Hotel - A Review That's Less "Review" and More "Magical Mishap"
Alright, buckle up, fellow travelers, because this isn't your average hotel review. Think of it as a chaotic spell gone right, a tiny hotel review with a personality as quirky as the hotel itself. We're talking York's Hocus Pocus Tiny Hotel, and let me tell you, it's an experience. Prepare for a healthy dose of honest ramblings, unexpected delights, and enough imperfections to make you feel right at home.
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(Deep Breath) Okay, let's dive in…
First off, the vibe. It's undeniably Hocus Pocus. Think less "sterile hotel chain" and more "eccentric aunt's attic, but clean." (Mostly). You're greeted with a hefty dose of whimsy. The exterior is adorable, if a bit… well, tiny. This is indeed a tiny hotel. If you're claustrophobic, maybe reconsider. I, however, found it charmingly compact, a cozy little portal to a world of… well, let's get to that.
Accessibility?
Let's get the necessary out of the way. Accessibility is… tricky. The website says "Facilities for disabled guests", but I'd strongly advise calling ahead to confirm. Wheelchair accessibility might be a struggle, given the, you know, tinyness. There's an elevator, which is a huge plus, but navigating the corridors might require some strategic maneuvering. Definitely inquire about this directly – don't just take my word for it. This isn't a dealbreaker, just manage your expectations.
Cleanliness and Safety - Because, You Know, the World
Okay, so, the post-pandemic world has changed the landscape of hotel reviewing. And the Tiny Hotel has a strong showing here. The Anti-viral cleaning products and Professional-grade sanitizing services at this place clearly work hard and are something that they take pride in, and while I had the option to opt-out of the room sanitization, I chose the sanitization option. They’re very attentive, and the staff are clearly Staff trained in safety protocol.. There's the usual offerings for Hand sanitizer and the like, the Daily disinfection in common areas and, of course, the Sanitized kitchen and tableware items and the Safe dining setup. I appreciated the extra steps.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking - The Food and the Mischief
Right, now we're talking. The Dining, drinking, and snacking part deserves a whole chapter. First, the Breakfast in room option? Genius. I opted for the "Witches' Brew Breakfast Basket" and almost died from happiness. It was a basket overflowing with pastries, muffins, fresh fruit, and enough coffee to fuel a coven for a week. They offer Asian breakfast, Asian cuisine in restaurant, Western breakfast, and Western cuisine in restaurant options.
- Rambling Moment: I'm a sucker for a good breakfast. And let me tell you, this hit the spot. I ate it in my bathrobe, overlooking… well, the next building. Let's be honest, the view isn't the selling point. The experience is. I had Breakfast in room, which meant I didn't have to be fully dressed to socialize, which might be my natural state. And that was a win for me.
The Restaurants here are, and I'm guessing, an extension of the same magical care.
They didn't skimp on the other options either. There's a Bar, a Poolside bar, a Coffee shop, Desserts in restaurant. They have a full A la carte in restaurant and Buffet in restaurant setup. There's even a Happy hour.
Things to do - Ways to Relax and Get Spooked.
Okay, this is where the Hocus Pocus theme really shines. The place offers a Spa, and Spa/sauna, and it offers access to a Sauna, Steamroom. There is a Pool with a view, and an Outdoor swimming pool, though I didn't get to use it because, you know, Yorkshire weather.
- Emotional Reaction: The Spa/ Sauna… oh my. The Foot bath was a lovely extra touch!
- Quirky Observation: The little touches around the place.
- Stream-of-Consciousness: The treatment was amazing… the staff were super efficient, and the whole place seemed to be buzzing with magic. They even offer: Body scrub, Body wrap and Massage. It was utter bliss. I’d go back for just that.
Services and Conveniences - The Practical Stuff (and the Slightly Less Practical)
They've got all the usual suspects: Daily housekeeping, Laundry service, Dry cleaning, Concierge, Luggage storage, Cash withdrawal, Currency exchange, etc. Nothing groundbreaking, everything functional.
- Less Practical Bits: Doorman. Did not see him. Maybe he was busy brewing potions? A Shrine? Uh, didn't find one. Maybe they've hidden them. There's a Smoking area for you nicotine fiends.
- Important Note (and maybe a complaint): The Internet situation. They offer Wi-Fi [free] and Internet access – wireless. However, the signal in my room was a little… spooky. Let's just say I spent more time offline than I'd planned. Internet access – LAN is also available. This is something that could be improved.
For the Kids - Babysitters and Little Wizards
Family/child-friendly? Absolutely! Babysitting service? Sure, why not? They even offer Kids meal options. I didn't have any rugrats in tow, but I did get the impression this place would be ace for families.
The Rooms - Your Tiny, Magical Abode
The rooms… well, they're tiny. But in the most charming way possible. Mine had a Seating area, a Desk, a Coffee/tea maker, a Refrigerator, Free bottled water, a Mirror, Hair dryer, and, yes, Bathtub. The Bathroom phone was a fun touch.
- My Room: I spent most of my time in the Sofa because, well, comfort! The Blackout curtains were a lifesaver (hello, jet lag!). The Smoke detector and Fire extinguisher were obviously there, but thankfully I didn’t need them. There were two Additional toilets, Alarm clock, Air conditioning, and a Closet, but the space was a little compact.
- Imperfection Alert: The Soundproofing wasn’t the best. I could hear the neighbours, who seemed to be having a rather boisterous time. Soundproof rooms are also available.
Getting Around - Taxi, Parking, and the Like
Airport transfer? Probably not. However, there's Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site], and Valet parking. They have the usual Taxi service, and Bicycle parking. They also have a Car power charging station.
In Conclusion - Would I Go Back?
Absolutely! The Hocus Pocus Tiny Hotel is not perfect. It's not the Ritz. But it's got something more important: character. It's a fun, quirky, and genuinely charming place. If you're looking for a cookie-cutter hotel experience, go elsewhere. But if you want a little bit of magic in your life, in a slightly cramped but beautiful setting, book yourself a room. Just call ahead and check on the accessibility, then prepare to be bewitched.
(Final Note: I may or may not have tried to levitate my suitcase. It didn't work.)
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Okay, buckle up buttercups, because my Hocus Pocus Tiny Hotel itinerary is about to be less "perfect Pinterest board" and more "chaotic symphony of a human trying to have fun." Let's dive in, shall we? And yes, I already know why I booked the tiny hotel, I'm just wondering why I did it.
Hocus Pocus Tiny Hotel, York - Operation: Magical Mayhem (and Hopefully, Sleep)
Day 1: Arrival and Existential Tiny-Room Panic
- 1:00 PM - 2:00 PM: Arrival & Tiny Hotel First Impressions. Train from… somewhere… (honestly, I blanked on the journey this morning, too much coffee, not enough sleep). York Station is BEAUTIFUL. Like, genuinely gorgeous. Made me momentarily forget I was about to cram myself into a shoebox themed after witchcraft. Walk to the hotel – a brisk, slightly nervous march. Okay, so it IS tiny. Like, dramatically tiny. The lobby is… a hallway? And the front desk is probably the size of an old-fashioned tea table. Met the owner (a woman named Willow, which felt… on brand). She was genuinely lovely, though, which instantly put me at ease. The room? Slightly terrifying. How am I, a person who owns a queen-sized bed, going to survive?
- 2:00 PM - 2:30 PM: Unpacking… or Attempting To. This is going to be a delicate dance. My suitcase? Practically filled the room. Where do you put things in a place this size? Half my clothes are now residing in the minuscule "wardrobe" (aka, a glorified broom closet), and I’m pretty sure I’ll need to sleep diagonally. Realized I forgot my phone charger, almost threw in the towel then and there. Existential Crisis number one. This is why I'm a homebody.
- 2:30 PM - 3:30 PM: York Minster: My First Encounter with Ancient Grandeur. Okay, deep breaths. Head out into York, and instantly fall in love. The Shambles (a street in York) is pure, unadulterated fairytale. Went to the York Minister, that glorious Gothic masterpiece. Stood there, mouth agape. The stained glass? Unbelievable. Seriously, I spent, like, a solid hour staring. The sheer scale of it all is humbling, a true testament to human artistry. (And a slightly jarring counterpoint to the size of my hotel room.) Bought a postcard. Feeling optimistic, at one point I thought: "I could live here!" (But then I remembered the bills).
- 3:30 PM - 4:30 PM: Tea and Scones on the Shambels (and a Near-Disaster). Right, tea. Because what's a trip to England without tea and scones? Found a cute little shop on the Shambles and settled in. The scones were… okay. Needed a bit more clotted cream, if I'm honest. The tea, though, was perfect. Blissful. Discovered the secret of being a tourist, I love sitting outside, watching people. There was a small child and his Mum, he asked, "If you don't eat your ice cream, can I have it?" (It was the cutest thing I've seen all day.) Then, disaster struck: spilled tea. Everywhere. On the table, on my scarf, on maybe a passing tourist's foot. Mortification. Quick recovery, made light of it. Added to the adventure somehow.
- 4:30 PM - 6:00 PM: Lost in the Museum Gardens (and Finding My Inner Peace). Needed a zen moment after the tea catastrophe. York Museum Gardens. Pure, untamed beauty. Wandering around, breathing it in. Spotted a couple having a picnic, I am SO doing that tomorrow. Found the ruins of St. Mary's Abbey. Just stood there, appreciating the passage of time and the sheer resilience of these old stones. Almost forgot about the tiny hotel room (almost).
- 6:00 PM - 7:00 PM: Dinner – Attempt One (and a Culinary Letdown). Okay, food. Headed to a highly-rated Italian place. The reviews were glowing. My pizza? Soggy. My pasta? Bland. Sigh. Maybe my tastebuds are broken? Or maybe the hype was just… a little too high. Was secretly disappointed.
- 7:00 PM - 8:00 PM: Dinner – Attempt Two (THANK GOD). Walked around the city and found this little gem of a restaurant, The Star Inn the City. The food? Exquisite. Lamb shank that was falling off the bone, a glass of the local red. My faith in York cuisine restored. Felt happy.
- 8:00 PM - 9:30 PM: Ghost Walk (and Questionable Sanity). Embraced embracing the spooky. Booked a ghost walk. York is famously haunted, you know? The guide was brilliantly theatrical, a master storyteller. The stories were… thrilling. Or terrifying. Or maybe just very, very effective storytelling, I'm still not sure. A few jump scares, which I clearly have a lot of fun with. Ended up laughing until the very end. Then, walking back to the tiny hotel room, I had to keep telling myself that ghosts weren't real.
- 9:30 PM - 10:00 PM: Tiny Room, Big Anxiety (and Another Crisis). Back to the room. Actually, the room didn't seem that bad. I opened the window a little to get some air. Then noticed a spider. A massive spider. Panic. Flung a shoe at it (miss), went to bed, hoping it would leave.
Day 2: Magic, Markets, and the Battle to Stay Upright in Tiny Spaces
- 8:00 AM - 9:00 AM: Breakfast – The "Continental" Experience. Tiny hotel breakfast. Continental. Which, translates to "one sad croissant, a packet of jam, and some questionable coffee." I ate it, because, you know, sustenance. Wished I'd brought something from home.
- 9:00 AM - 10:00 AM: Checking out the Shambles Market (and Buying All the Things!). York's Shambles Market. Utterly charming. Wasted an hour, maybe more, just browsing around. Bought a tiny, ridiculous ornament, a handmade candle. All the things!
- 10:00 AM - 12:00: A Visit to the York Castle Museum. History. The Prison. The Victorian Streets. The exhibits were fascinating. Saw one of the original 'Witch's Marks'. I almost didn't believe in witches but this museum made me question everything.
- 12:00 PM - 1:00 PM: Lunch – The Perfect Sandwich. Found a little deli. Bought a sandwich. It was… sublime. Simple, but perfectly constructed. A little moment of culinary joy.
- 1:00 PM - 3:00 PM: DIG (Digging into History). Went under the ground and saw the Romans! The excavation site was fascinating - really put things into perspective. I'm getting pretty good at being a tourist, and finding out pretty cool things.
- 3:00 PM - 4:30 PM: The Magical Experience (and the Emotional Rollercoaster). This. This was the reason I came. The "Hocus Pocus" experience. Willow was the instructor (she is the owner after all). Turns out, she's a genuine enthusiast - a witch. We made potions. We practiced spells (badly). One or two things got set on fire ("A bit of smoky magic," she called it). I loved every second of it. Genuinely believe I may have felt some magic, in the air. Maybe I'm a convert.
- 4:30 PM - 5:30 PM: More Tea and Reflection… (and Mild Regret). Needed a break. Tea again. This time, a proper afternoon tea. Nice. Reflected on the day, and the choices. Wished I had booked the next day. The tiny hotel room seemed a little less terrifying.
- 5:30 PM - 7:00 PM: Dinner – The Unfinished Business. Went back to the city, determined to rectify my earlier food failings. Found a place that looked promising. Ended up eating a steak. It was the best steak of my life. Maybe I'd been a little too harsh on York cuisine.
York's Bewitching Hideaway: The Hocus Pocus Tiny Hotel! (FAQ - A Deep Dive...and Maybe a Rant)
Okay, seriously…what *is* this place? Is it, like, a real hotel? And is it even *tiny* tiny?
Alright, buckle up, because getting a straight answer here is like finding a clean teacup in a goblin's grotto. Yes, it *is* a hotel. Technically. It’s a collection of…well, *tiny* rooms. Tiny like, the kind you could probably carry, tiny. Think dollhouse meets airbnb, but somehow, *magical*. Seriously, the whole façade is enchanting, like it crawled straight out of a storybook. I swear, the first time I saw it, I gasped. My inner child squealed. My practical side? Well, let’s get to that later, shall we?
What's the deal with the "Hocus Pocus" part? Is it actually witchy? Can I learn magic? (Please tell me I can learn magic!)
Alright, settle down, Harry Potter. While the name is on point - and bless their little pointy hats for that - the "Hocus Pocus" isn't about actual spell-casting. (Though, honestly, a self-cleaning toilet would have been *amazing*.) It's more about embracing the *aesthetic*. Think gothic charm, flickering candlelight (real ones!), and a general air of mystery. The decor is all potion bottles, velvet drapes, and what I *think* was a genuine, slightly dusty, antique ouija board. (Don’t tell me you wouldn't have reached for it at 3 AM!) It's about *feeling* witchy, if that makes sense. Not actually *being* witchy, more like a very well-dressed mortal, pretending she knows dark arts. Don't expect a wizard's convention.
Let's talk practicalities. How small *is* small? Is it claustrophobic? And the loo? Please, tell me about the loo.
Okay, deep breaths. Size. It's tiny. Like, seriously, *really* tiny. You could stretch your arms out and probably touch both walls. Claustrophobic? Possibly. Depends on you. Me? I'm a pretty chill gal, I’m good. But my fiancé, bless his soul? He nearly lost it. He's a large man, and he kept accidentally bumping into things. I mean, you could probably hear him sigh from *the next room*. The loo…the loo is an experience. Minimal is the word. It's functional, but it's compact. Think of it as a luxury portaloo, but *inside*. You'll definitely need some good ventilation. And don't drop anything! It's hard to get a dropped toothbrush back from such a tight area!
What about the location? Is it easy to get around? And is the neighborhood nice?
The location's pretty fantastic, actually. Smack-bang in the heart of York! You can practically roll out of bed (if you can find it, LOL) and stumble into the Shambles. Which is amazing, because the Shambles are seriously worth the hype. So, walkability? A+, baby. The neighborhood itself is generally lovely, all cobbled streets and character. Plenty of pubs, cafes, and witchy shops (ironically enough). You could spend all day just meandering. That being said, parking is a nightmarish black hole of stress. Plan ahead. Seriously. I mean, I nearly had a complete breakdown trying to find a spot. My fault entirely for driving, I know.
So...the food. Does it get you food? Is there even a fridge?
Food? Well, it *sort of* gets you food. They do provide some breakfast bits, like pastries and bread and jam. You can find these items. But don't go expecting a full English. I mean, it *is* a tiny hotel. A fridge… hmm. I don't remember seeing one. You're better off going out and stocking up at a local shop. The good thing is, you're right near all the places you should grab a delicious York lunch!
I'm a light sleeper! Is it noisy?
Oh, the noise. *Sigh*. It's York. It's a city that's famous for its history, ghost stories, and...well, being a bit noisy. The cobblestone streets amplify every sound. You're going to hear *everything*. Drunken revelers, delivery trucks, the squeak of the ancient floorboards in the room next to you... You'll wish you'd packed earplugs, believe me. I was woken up at 4am by some bloke singing loudly. Definitely bring earplugs.
Would you recommend it? Be honest.
Right, the big question. Would I recommend it? Okay, here’s the truth, and you’ll get straight from the heart. The Hocus Pocus Tiny Hotel is a *mixed bag*. It's charming as hell, utterly unique, and gives you a proper sense of escapism. The location is superb. And the idea itself? Brilliant.
But the size is a *thing*. The noise is a *thing*. The lack of space is a *thing*. So, would I recommend it? Yes...with caveats!
If you're looking for a quirky, unforgettable experience, and you're okay with a little bit of…rustic…then absolutely, go for it. But if you need space, quiet, and a five-star experience, look elsewhere. Be prepared to laugh, embrace the weird, and don't expect to be 100% comfortable.
For me? I loved it. I loved the quirky charm, the sense of adventure and the *experience* of it. I'm a sucker for a bit of magic. And I can tell you stories of the place, so I definitely recommend it.
I'd go again. I definitely would! And I’d try to get the room with the amazing little balcony next time... if it isn’t already booked. Get booked, everyone!
