Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Greenwich Hotel: DeNiro's Tribeca Hotel



Last week we had the opportunity to stay at Robert DeNiro's boutique hotel, The Greenwich Hotel, an opulent spot that made me feel a bit like Jay Gastby. Simply put-- it was far too nice for the likes of me.
I should have taken more pictures-- needless to say my camera died mid trip. Anyhow, imagine a lush library bar with palms which leads to a courtyard with tables and candles and swanky furniture. Then go the equally chic elevator, down a classical hallway with a marble bust at the end. On either side is a heavy oak chair rail with raised paneling underneath. Ok now you are opening the heavy oak door to the room to find a king sized bed and seating area. But wait, there's more. Did I mention the free minibar? Or the cobblestone streets of Tribeca below? No, I am too mesmerized by the bathroom-- a European shower room that was like being in Sorrento during a summer rainstorm. Alright, so that's never happened to me exactly, but the bathroom was an extravagant vacation all on its own. The kids were never so clean. And don't forget the heated pool. And did I mention the free minibar? There were real books on the shelves, well-furnished, like the apartment of a really cool person. It was a fun fantasy for the night, but as I rolled my suitcase out of the building with two kids in tow and headed for the one train, I was ready to return to reality.

4 comments:

Mary said...
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Nadine @ BDG said...

Thanks Mary! It keeps me growing and thinking too!

modernemama said...

Jackson has the style and panache to live in that hotel permanently

Nadine @ BDG said...

He wept when we left!