March 2008 Where to Stay: The Bowery & Hot New York Hotels Manhattan is a place of constant reinvention. New lodgings open every day, although the quality of the experience doesn't always live up to the buzz; too often you'll get a veneer of cool minimalism that, upon closer inspection, is based on nothing more than cheap plastic and less-than-competent staff. But the Bowery Hotel, the city's latest downtown arrival, has real depth and character. And that's because when you look beyond the opulent glamour, rich velvet chairs and mixed-period detailing, there's a solid base of good, old-fashioned service. It must be said the hotel is on seedy street with a skid-row past. As a teenager, I went to rowdy shows at the recently-closed punk rock club CBGB; as a twenty-something living a block away on Second Avenue, I sidestepped drunks every day on my way to the subway. The shine of a fancy hotel can seem a bit odd here since, in many ways, the Bowery has not changed: across the street from the hotel is a Salvation Army home, and an outreach centre is just next door. But these days there are also plenty of bars and restaurants and glassy new apartment buildings; a smattering of cranes and construction sites indicate more to come. Created by hoteliers Eric Goode and Sean MacPherson of New York's Maritime Hotel, the Bowery Hotel has an unassuming brick exterior that belies the sumptuous, regal comfort inside. Heavy, red-tasseled keys hang behind the front desk and, with its faded Oushak rugs and vaulted stone fireplace, the large lobby-lounge and bar looks like a sexy, baroque drawing room. The zinc-topped bar is a popular hangout, but the open-air back patio (a valuable oasis of greenery in this urban jungle) gets the most guest traffic. When the bellman opened the door to my room the darkness of the corridor gave way to the sunshiney cheer afforded by large floor-to-ceiling factory windows with louvered handles. Refreshingly, they actually open. There are terrific views from the upper floors: from my ninth-floor suite, I could see everything from the aforementioned Salvation Army center to the Chrysler and Empire State buildings uptown. Seven suites even have flower-lined private terraces with striped sunbeds and outdoor showers. The 135 rooms combine character with modern luxury to wonderful effect (those red-tasseled room keys open high-tech electronic locks). Huge blooming orchids, antique rugs, and customized 400-thread-count cotton sheets are cozy touches. And style details such as white subway tiles in the bathroom, brass accordion-style bedside lamps, and bath products by a 169-year-old West Village apothecary give the suites welcome personality without going overboard. An extra-large work desk, wireless Internet access, and iPod alarm clock stereos are a few of the 21st-century perks. The large glass windows don't screen out all the traffic noise—I had to wear earplugs—but the blackout curtains are well designed and tuck away nicely when not in use. The corridors and wood-paneled lifts are too dimly lit—so dark, in fact, that you can't see the floor buttons or the room numbers. Although there are plenty of places to eat and drink nearby, dinner at the hotel's restaurant, Gemma, is a must. I loved the delicately fried zucchini blossoms bursting with ricotta, the watermelon, pine nut, and arugula salad, and the deliciously stinky taleggio. The dining room is warm, the high wood shelves decorated with rows of half-melted candle drippings; in season, the pavement tables are the best seats for people watching. Which, of course, in this town, never goes out of fashion. Bowery Hotel (00 1 212 505 9100; www.boweryhotel.com) FOUR MORE NEW YORK NEWCOMERS Blue Moon Gramercy Park Hotel Dream Night |
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