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Brick, water and one tall tower: staying on West India Quay
Old sugar warehouses on one side of the water, the estate on the other, and a floating bridge in between. What the quay offers a visitor, and how to build an evening there.
By Philippa, Bookings5 minute readPublished

The quay the estate grew up opposite
Long before the towers, the West India Docks were cut across the top of the Isle of Dogs at the start of the nineteenth century to take ships from the Caribbean: sugar, rum, coffee, hardwood. The warehouses along the north quay were built like strongrooms, with thick brick walls and a high perimeter wall around the lot, because the cargo was worth stealing.
Most of that brick was lost in the Blitz. One stretch on the north quay survived, and it is the reason this corner of E14 looks unlike anything around it: low, warm, cobbled, with loading doors and iron hoists still fixed high on the walls. The first warehouse holds London Museum Docklands. The ground floors further along are bars and restaurants that set tables out on the cobbles whenever the weather allows.
Across the water stands the estate. From the quay you look south at the timber roof of Crossrail Place and, rising behind it, the towers. It is the best seat on the Wharf for watching the estate switch itself off, floor by floor, after seven.
Where to sleep on the quay
One hotel dominates the quay: the London Marriott Hotel Canary Wharf, the glass tower at the western end on Hertsmere Road. It is a large, well-run business hotel, and the rooms higher up face either the dock and the estate or north over the rooftops of Poplar. For an evening booking the practical virtues count for more than the view: a lobby staffed at every hour, a bar on the ground floor that works as a meeting point, and enough coming and going that a visitor at nine in the evening is part of the scenery.
The same tower also holds serviced apartments under the Marriott name. They suit a guest in London for a week or longer who wants a kitchen, a sitting room and a front door that is not on a hotel corridor. For an apartment, the desk checks the booking name and the apartment number exactly as it would for a hotel room.
If the tower is full, the rest of the estate is minutes away: Canary Riverside Plaza on the river to the west, Tribe near the squares, and the big hotels of South Quay across the dock on Marsh Wall.
Crossing the dock
A footbridge crosses the dock on floats between the quay and the estate, sitting low on the water so that you feel the dock under your feet. Walk it once in daylight and once after dark; the second crossing is the better one. The Elizabeth line station lies under Crossrail Place, directly across the water from the warehouses, and West India Quay station on the DLR stands at the western end of the quay, beside the hotel.
For the companion, that geography is useful. She can ride the Elizabeth line from the West End, surface across the water and walk to the quay in a few minutes, which makes this one of the fastest addresses on our map to reach early in the evening. After eleven, when a car is usually quicker, the drop is on Hertsmere Road outside the hotel entrance.
An evening built on the cobbles
The afternoon version starts at the museum, which keeps daytime hours, so plan it for four rather than seven. An hour inside, among its rooms on the river trade and the docks in wartime, is excellent context for everything you will see from the quay later, and it gives a first meeting something to talk about that is not either of you.
The evening version starts at the water. A drink outside one of the warehouse bars at six, while the estate across the dock empties, then dinner either on the quay or over the bridge. Crossrail Place, directly opposite, holds Sticks'n'Sushi, Big Easy with its live bands, and the Everyman cinema, so a film can slot neatly between a first drink and a late supper.
The late version is the simplest of all: the hotel bar, then upstairs. On a weeknight the quay goes quiet after eleven, and the walk from the bar to the lift passes nobody you know.
Booking a quay evening
Tell the desk the hotel or apartment, the time and how long you want. Two hours covers a drink and a walk across the bridge. Four covers a proper dinner. Ten covers the night and a slow breakfast looking at the dock, and the overnight page explains how that length runs on through to the morning. The figure for every length is on rates.
The quay sits in Zone 2, so no travel charge is added. Confirmation takes minutes on WhatsApp or Telegram. One check, of the reservation name and room number, is all we ask, and she arrives at the minute you were promised.
Three names for the quay
Michelle is the natural first choice. She knows the museum well enough to give you the ninety-minute version, tells the history of the docks the way other people share news about friends, and has firm opinions on which quay bar mixes properly. Nancy will lead you across the water to Crossrail Place for sushi, decide the order you eat it in and take the last piece without a flicker of apology. Tina is the one when Big Easy has a band on: she takes the table near the stage, and by the second song she is telling you which old record it borrows from.
Michelle and Nancy are both on the curvaceous page; Tina is athletic and compact, and most evenings she can come at short notice. The hotels around the quay and the station are grouped under E14, and the wider estate under Canary Wharf. When you know the evening, send it to booking.