Take the Stairs
I had last stayed at the Culver Hotel five years ago, but went back this month for my first visit to LA in nearly a year and a half.
Read MoreI had last stayed at the Culver Hotel five years ago, but went back this month for my first visit to LA in nearly a year and a half.
Read MoreI’ve yet to experience the joy that I once felt for hotels, but I’m hopeful that I can get there.
Read MoreThe reason I don’t want to stay anywhere else when I am in Los Angeles is Marguerite.
Read MoreIt’s been exactly 14 days since I flew back from Mexico City and one of the most-ill advised trips I’ve ever taken.
Read MoreWe took a trip to Oregon this weekend to take in some basketball: Portland Trail Blazers v Brooklyn Nets and the US Women’s team v the University of Oregon Ducks in Eugene. The trip involved a stay at two different hotels in downtown Portland: The Hoxton and Woodlark.
Read MoreI just got back from a quick trip to France.
Read MoreThe TWA Hotel — with the Erik Saarinen-designed TWA Flight Center as its centerpiece — is beautiful. The lush red carpet in the hotel and concourse hallways is stunning. But — like Soylent Green — design is people. Good design reflects an awareness of how people behave, what people need, and what people want. It’s the entire reason I started 166Beds.com.
Read MoreThe thing is, I’m generally not bothered by noises like trains or cars or sirens. It’s voices — or other evidence of humans like snoring and televisions — that I can’t help but allow to distract me. But this train…these TRAINS.
Read MoreIf you’re not playing the points-chasing game, it’s best to leave those hotels to those who are.
Read MoreNo one hangs out at the Radisson hotel bar or in the Courtyard lobby.
Read MoreBefore I went to bed, I rebooked my morning train for an hour later — the most I could swing and still get to my meeting in Philadelphia in time — so I could linger in the room just a little bit longer.
Read MoreIt’s a safe bet that, whenever anything sucks in San Francisco, it is the tech industry’s fault.
Read MoreIt’s the kind of hotel that feels like the founders wanted to create a space for themselves and their friends to hang out and then decided to invite the rest of us to join the party.
Read MoreThe guests in LA range from lower rent hipsters to Asian tourists while those in DC range from higher rent hipsters to very confused men in khakis who couldn’t get a room at the Marriott over in Woodley Park. Both seem to attract local residents to their bars and brunches, although it’s clear that the DC location has made a bigger impression on the city’s dwellers and has become a destination for those seeking breakfast, a cocktail, wi-fi, or an Instagram selfie.
Read MoreIt was a reminder of the crapshoot that staying in an AirBnB can be. Will things be as promised? Will everything work? Will there be someone there when it doesn’t?
Read MoreI was greeted at the front door of the hotel by a young woman who held the door open as she pronounced with a smile, “Welcome, Alison.” I hadn’t introduced myself; I wasn’t wearing a name tag; she just knew my name. Perhaps I was the only solo Western woman they expected to arrive that day; I didn’t care. They had me at hello.
Read MoreThe Study at Yale is a 2-minute walk to the front door of the Yale University Art Gallery, a 10-minute walk to Vito’s Deli (where I encourage you to order The Godmother: ham, genoa salami, prosciutto, capocollo, sharp provolone, banana peppers, lettuce, tomatoes, and dressing on a grinder roll), and a 20-minute walk to Pepe’s (where I encourage you to order everything).
Read MoreWhat makes me want to consider staying at the Good Hotel again is that, as the “social good” hotel is seemingly becoming more of a thing, it’s one of the only in which I’ve stayed that I believe is sincere in its mission; it doesn’t feel like simply a marketing ploy.
Read MoreGet a super high floor and take lots of pictures of the skyline at night. (I did.) I stayed here after a two week trip to Cuba to celebrate the indulgence of capitalism. I don’t think I ever left the room. Why would I? It was hot outside and my bed was cozy.
Read MoreI ordered a number of small plates, including a bowl of anchovies accompanied by nothing more than a small stash of toothpicks with which to eat them. It may have been the best thing I have ever eaten. Fresh, simple, bountiful. (I dream about that bowl of anchovies.) By the time my room was ready, I was giddy. And it wasn’t just the orange wine.
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