It’s not easy these days finding typically British mid-priced hotels that aren’t mired in gloomy tour-group dinginess, but the conjoined town houses of the Montague deliver Englishness in demonstration as much as in word. Downstairs, a large staff pays close attention to guest needs, and rooms, always tasteful and richly comfortable, are a mishmash of styles as if in a moneyed home. They’re also a mix of sizes, given the age of the buildings, but they’re silent, plush, and otherwise appointed with more than you’ll need. It’s comfortable, dignified, and a homey bolthole for Central London explorations, with the British Museum literally across the road. It’s familyfriendly as well.