MELBOURNE — Staying at the Adelphi is reminiscent of falling headfirst into a Jay McInerney novel or a David Hockney painting – all clean lines, bold colour, contemporary art and an aftertaste of the early Nineties. The bar and reception space are home to an overwhelming collection of retina-searingly bright contemporary art, literally piled onto the walls. The architecture comes courtesy of the highly regarded Australian firm Denton Corker Marshall.

But, in a hotel, it’s the little things that count. Toiletries are Kevin Murphy, sheets are crisp and white, the bathroom spacious, the minibar fully stocked – T2 teas, local wines, the usual snacks. There’s wireless broadband and a simple but lengthy room service menu.

The spa menu is extensive too, and in summer, the rooftop pool which overhangs the lane is notoriously inviting – indeed, the views are unmissable and the central Flinders Lane position perfect for exploring the city with ease. Perhaps visiting in winter was where we made our mistake – the rooftop looked forlorn, outdoor tables rusting and sun umbrellas hanging limp, the sign of a hotel left to its own devices and not quite living up to its potential.