The Crazy Bear in Beaconsfield is an island of gaudy excess in the heart of the comfortable, conservative Home Counties.



“Liberace lives,” is her reasonable conclusion.

“There’s velvet fabric, embossed leather or chequerboard tiles on other walls, fur on ceilings, white plastic studded with crystals for upholstery, dripping chandeliers, a creepy mirrored chill-out room, loos that are deliberately unmarked, impossible to find and astonishing once inside.”

“The English restaurant provides a welcome contrast to the ostentatious surroundings: sensible, freshly prepared and very well cooked.”

“There’s Persian pony skin on the walls of the bar, which feels like an opulent Napoleonic den.”


“The bedrooms are each built around a wildly ornate bed, with copper baths filled from the ceiling.”
