When it’s Springtime and rainy up here, I start wanting to get out of town. And right now I’m craving a huge suite at a Ritz in NYC—the Battery Park location for sweeping Lady Liberty views, or the Central Park location for sumptuous guest rooms and walks in the park—for one of those barely-ever-leave-the-room weekends. I’m craving the luxury and service the Ritz is known for. [This may or may not be because I am ironing a pleated bedskirt in gym clothes and platforms right now.]
I love a W Hotel as much as the next girl—and Morgans Hotel Group can make me swoon with a slick website and groovy rooftop bars at fantastic locations—but when it gets down to it, I’m the daughter of an ex-corporate officer. I’ve tagged along to my fair share of resorts for conferences and minded my p’s and q’s, and (whether good or bad), it’s determined my preferences. A few of which are: a pervasive seriousness—implied dress codes; stiff, polite concierges; stacks of the WSJ next to a sterling silver coffee service. I like a luxe, understated suite; and if you’re my dad, a complimentary bottle of Bombay Sapphire with a tiny envelope leaning against it, your name printed on the sturdy card stock. I appreciate a hush to the lobby and corridors; less character, more old world class. I don’t like gimmicks, I like impeccable linens (and The Ritz has the best). I’d rather bump into politicians than lead singers. Nerdy, right?
The Battery Park location, while less typical of Ritz establishments, has gorgeous views and an isolation from the rest of the island’s complex network of arteries and nerves. We were considering this location for a 2-night stay at New Year’s last year: order up some champagne, avoid the crowds, and toast the new year watching fireworks from your suite window. Alas, procrastination, budget, and worry over Eli kept us home.
I’m also tickled by the idea of a weekend in NYC—where there are endless things to do and see—spent largely indoors. How luxurious. I’d punctuate days spent reading and drinking overpriced California chardonnay in the room with car service to dinner, walks to a lunch and shopping at Bergdorf’s, naps, and long showers concluded with the Ritz’s signature soft terry robes.
Most vacations have a point—an agenda. And you don’t want to spend a fortune on a hotel room you’re barely in. But if you’re looking to recharge, to get away, and to do nothing, The Ritz is the place to do it. Don’t forget your matching luggage!