Concierge.com's insider take:
Situated near the Amalienborg Palace on a swanky street lined with antique shops, the Phoenix has a slightly antiquated air itself, and is an effective antidote to Copenhagen's crush of self-satisfied boutique hotels. The defiantly old-world style means certain lapses (no spa, more herring than sashimi in the restaurant). What it does have are guest rooms done up in a Nordic version of Louis XVI, with a vaguely Gustavian sweep of gilded mirrors, cut-crystal chandeliers, whitewashed cupboards, swagged curtains, and gold trim on everything, including the trash cans in the marble bathrooms (which, in the higher-end rooms, match the gold-plated fixtures). The only time the provincial patrician decor curdles is in the overwrought lobby, where an odd little winged cherub fountain is more reminiscent of the ninth hole at a miniature golf course than any bona fide 18th-century townhouse. Book a room on an upper floor in the back for the full time-warp view over copper-domed landmarks and red-tiled roofs.