Cubicle Dreamin' :: Lofty Dreams in Canada
Cubicle Dreamin' is a feature in which we ask the hotel mavens to take some time out of their busy work day, surf the Internet, and tell us what hotel they wish they could beam themselves to right that very second--all on the slave driving companies dime, of course. Oh, like these people aren't surfing aimlessly anyway--at least now their purposeless clicking will be cobbled together into useful hotel stories--we hope. Have a destination hotel you are just dying to leave your cube for? Send the story our way.
In this episode, Hotel Maven KatieK fantasizes aboot Canada. Enjoy.
Oh, Canada. Land where yaks run free (right?), maple syrup falls like the Dow, and disenchanted liberal and conservative Americans alike can find a common escape route. And who needs to wait until Nov. 4th to determine who's heading north? Hell, I'm ready now. (From my outpost in Washington, D.C., I'm as fed-up with the election as anyone--except maybe Joe the Plumber from last night's debate.)
That's why this cubicle dreamer is setting her sights on Quebec City's Fairmont Le Château Frontenac. While the rest of you schmucks wait out America's return to the proverbial City on a Hill, I'll be sleeping pretty in a dreamy storybook castle, lofted high on a St. Lawrence River bluff.
Built in 1893 as a fancy stopover for Canadian Pacific Railway travelers, Château Frontenac has hosted glitterati like Queen Elizabeth, Princess Grace of Monaco, Charles de Gaulle, and Alfred Hitchcock. The luxe hotel is said to be the world's most photographed.
For my stay, I'll bed in opulence. Though the executive suites sure do seem swank, I think I'll choose the signature room, supposedly "the ideal accommodation associated with the prestige and reputation of Quebec's Fabled Chateau." Because I am worth it.
I'll amble to the Bar St. Laurent for an afternoon tipple inside one of the hotel's turrets, cozying up by a fireplace to toast to Quebec's 400th birthday and peer on the old city's cobbled streets below. Sigh...