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What happens when you check into the Savoy and realize your
posh Savoy-friendly clothes need ironing?
Well, if you’re most Savoy guests, you probably call down to reception and ask for some kind of butler service. But that didn’t occur to friends of ours who checked in last month and promptly realized they had 15 minutes to get their clothes pressed and onto their bodies.
Having established that there wasn’t an ironing board in the room (presumably because most Savoy guests go the butler route), they called down to reception and asked for one. Yes, said the person on the end of the phone, it’ll be straight up.
About four minutes later, the phone rang. It was the front desk, letting them know that the guy was outside with the ironing board but hadn’t been able to rouse them with his knocks. Sure enough, he was there, along with an iron and an ironing board.
...and book an appointment at the spa or play some golf!
When we checked into the Rancho Bernardo Inn outside of San Diego the other week, we thought that housekeeping had forgotten to remove a stickie note from the TV. But upon closer inspection we saw that it was a faux handwritten note encouraging us to book a tee time on the golf course. We don't play golf so we tossed it aside.
But then we found another stickie note in the bathroom, saying "Everything looks better after a trip to the spa." And we found yet one more stickie note above the mini-bar encouraging us to hit up the hotel's Cafe Granada for some coffee in the morning. Hee! What a clever technique to get us out of the rooms and explore the property (and spend some money.)
We'll admit it; we have a thing for photographing hotels at night. There's something about the glowing windows, the architecture lit by spotlights and the knowledge that the interior is still a flurry of activity, even when everyone else has gone to bed. Other hotels we've night-stalked are the Langham London and the Mandarin Oriental London, for example.
The hotel recently unveiled their revamped NoMi restaurant, Spa and lounges, and we've heard rumors that more renovations are on the way. Last night, however, all was quiet.
Now here’s a view we’d really love to entertain from our hotel window – you don’t get much more iconic than this.
It is, if you hadn’t recognized it, looking down on the entrance of The Savoy London. We took it from room 649, where our friends were staying. How swish does it look! How gleaming is the gold on that figure! How very debonair and London!
Luckily the stay was equally impressive, with our friends deeming it one of their top hotel stays ever.
While lots of Americans have the day off today in honor of Columbus Day, our friends up in Canada are celebrating Thanksgiving. Happy Thanksgiving, Canucks!
As much as we love a big turkey feast, we're wishing we were spending this holiday at Thompson Toronto, where we'd order one of these delectable All Canadian Burgers from the hotel's 24-hour diner The Counter.
While she comes in turkey and veggie varieties, we can only speak of--and heartily recommend--the beef burger. And, of course, the French Fries instead of salad or crispy rings.
So you're staying in a "design hotel" and you've been upgraded to a suite. You walk into the bathroom expecting a large, luxurious white soaking tub and you come face to face with...this.
This is a traditional wooden tub, found in each of the bathrooms at the 13-room boutique Luxx Hotel in the center of Bangkok.
You've got a couple options with this sort of tub. You can take a regular stand-up shower, a sit-down bath, or fill the thing up with hot water, letting the water spill over the edges onto the floor as you lower yourself in for a good soak. The floor of the bathtub is set with something of an infinity drain, so it's all good. Now if only the vintage aspect of this tub could be paired with the modern comforts like a bathroom TV...and we'd be all set.
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How’s this for an Inception moment? There we were, yesterday, having lunch at the Top of the Mark in San Francisco’s Intercontinental Mark Hopkins, looking idly at the view of the Transamerica Building, the Golden Gate Bridge and Twin Peaks when we cast our eyes southwest and noticed The Clift. We’d stayed there last week, so that tickled us.
But then our eyes panned a little to the right and saw a tiny rooftop oasis with palm-type plants and bushes and sun loungers. And as we were thinking how cute it was, we realised that it was the penthouse at the Hotel Adagio. And, coincidentally, our room, since we’d checked in at 11pm the night before to find the hotel full. The only room available? The penthouse. So instead of walking us to another hotel, lovely Peter at the front desk did us the honors.
So there we were in the rooftop bar of one hotel, looking at our ex hotel and our at-the-time-current hotel room. Yes, it was as convoluted as a Christopher Nolan script.
You're arriving to a hotel. What is the first thing you notice on the property? Probably the hotel's sign or maybe a grand porte cochere, right? In most cases, sure, but not in Thailand. Pull up to any hotelor for that matter, house, restaurant, gas stationand instead you're greeted by mini temples, shrines to the spirits of the land and to the gods.
These temples, called ศาล พระภูมิ, may be mini but the design, care and devotions to them are elaborate affairs. Everything from bottles to water to strands of fresh flowers and fruit are offered to the spirits, and though every hotel has one or two, they aren't exactly part of the grand tour; the shrines are a Thai custom, as commonplace to the locals as windchimes are to us, though the shrines are obviously deserving of greater reverence.
It’s been a while since we wrote about it, and it was our first visit, so we were hyper excited to get a Groupon for afternoon tea there.
The tea itself was pretty unimpressive, but what was awesome was the view – which, presumably, the Verta shares. We were overlooking Wandsworth Bridge, opposite Chelsea Harbour, and although we couldn’t see all the way east to the Houses of Parliament, it was a gorgeous setting.
The highlight? When helicopters came in to land, just to the left of the tea room. It happened a few times during our tea, and it didn’t get boring once.
Not the kind of thing you want to see in the information kit in your hotel room: a notice informing you that mosquito nets are available at the front desk.
What makes it worse is that this wasn’t the steamy South, or somewhere exotic. This was our hotel room in Belgium. Bruges may be the prettiest town in Belgium, but even that won’t swing it a get out of jail pass when it comes to mosquitoes.
Luckily, we’ve just emerged unscathed after three days at the Grand Hotel Casselbergh, so it appears the hotel may just be being a little protective of its guests. Better safe than sorry, though.
While staycationing at the Ritz-Carlton at LA Live the other month, we were flipping through the in-room compendium looking for some room service grub when we stumbled upon this--a pet room service menu!
We knew that hotels have been rolling out the red carpet for cats and dogs for a long time but we were still taken aback reading items like Spot's Chicken Meal and Lassy's Salmon Meal on the menu. Then we noticed how affordable these "entrees" were. Nine dollars for the chicken and six for dessert? Man, some dogs have all the luck. Now excuse us as we pick at our $15 fruit plate.
Aint nothing like a good old stereotype, and our recent visit to the Mississippi Delta pretty much ticked them all off. Awesome accents? Check. Disquieting levels of hospitality? Check. Catfish on the menu and blues singers on every corner? Hell, yeah.
One thing we hadn’t ticked off to start with was the “Southerners are God-fearing” stereotype, but that changed when we reached Natchez and saw this ad for the local Days Inn.
Nothing unusual about a national chain offering a seniors discount, or a freebie. But broadcasting its Christian status with the fish symbol? Not something we’ve seen before.