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The Tribeca Grand Hotel Has a Cindy Adams Room

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February 6, 2009 at 1:15 PM | by juliana | 0 Comments

If you've never lived in the Tri-State area or if you aren't an ardent reader of the New York Post allow us to give you a brief tutorial on Cindy Adams. She's an old dame that writes about NYC gossip and her Yorkshire terriers. She's had a column in the Post for what seems like forever and nothing gets her blood going more than a scandal involving money, sex and Park Avenue.

But it seems every so often she'll make a trip downtown and now that the Tribeca Grand Hotel has carved out a little space off their screening room and named it The Cindy Adams Room. From Dame Adams:

And, who knew, there's a small side enclave that owner Emanuel Stern had christened The Cindy Adams Room. Like I said, who knew? Showing it to me Mr. Stern said: "Since we have a screening room and VIPs come, I carved out this little space for interviews and when we opened in 2000, I labeled it The Cindy Adams Room." I hadn't known that. I was honored and thrilled. Also perspired. The Cindy Adams Room hasn't any ventilation. Mr. Stern's idea obviously connects me with hot air.

At least Cindy doesn't take herself too seriously. But does this mean in 30 years some hotel will carve out space to be known as the Perez Hilton Room? Possibly. Then again, remember: the internet is just a fad!

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Cindy Adams Hates Hotel Room Technology

July 23, 2007 at 10:12 AM | by Jenna | 0 Comments

Yesterday's Page Six features a pretty lengthy rant from 80-something-year-old gossip columnist Cindy Adams who, according to the picture on the page, yearns for the days of the horse-drawn carriage.

Simply put, Cindy seriously cannot deal with all the new technology in hotel rooms. She writes:

For instance, the room's master light switch. Activate it and everything goes off. Everything. Ev-er-y-thingggg! You're in an unfamiliar environment, strange surroundings, you haven't a handle on the space or position of the furnishings.

Need to get up in the middle of the night? You can either fall over a low table, gash your leg and bleed as I have done without being able to locate a band-aid or towel because you can't find anything because the place is pitch black and you're just paces from the bed while the stupid master light switch is a football field away at the door entrance.

She continues for a while about more stuff she doesn't know how to use, like shower dials and room service via TV. She even tells the cute little story of the time she thought she was opening her bathroom door and ended up stumbling into the hallway and getting locked out of her room in her nightgown. Can't say it's ever happened to us, but we get it, Cindy.