You’ve been to enough gallery shows to know there usually isn’t a hot tub involved.
But you’re more than happy to eat your words.
Presenting Hôtel Americano, a fashionably grand crash pad way out on West 27th that’ll play host to abstract exhibits, aquatic rooftop parties and international art thieves traveling on business, taking reservations now for September 5.
Now’s as good a time as any to start planning your next “personal day.” So to make it count, you’ll require a hot tub lap pool, a soft-washed denim bathrobe, Maine lobster salad and your best friend’s father’s 1961 Ferrari GT convertible. Consider this place the source. For everything except the car.
Check into one of the Asian-inspired rooms (the suites look like giant bento boxes) with bedside barbecues (okay, they’re fireplaces, but nobody’s going to stop you from making a few renegade s’mores), before familiarizing yourself with the retreat’s scene (arty) and crowd (attractively arty).
In the basement, you’ll find a living-room-looking lounge, a cowhide-concentrated gallery... and the hotel’s own personal stock of imported mezcal. On the roof, it’ll be margaritas rimmed with black sea salt while soaking in a plunge pool now, and an alpine grill with an oversized hot tub in the winter.
Suddenly, winter can’t come fast enough.
But you’re more than happy to eat your words.
Presenting Hôtel Americano, a fashionably grand crash pad way out on West 27th that’ll play host to abstract exhibits, aquatic rooftop parties and international art thieves traveling on business, taking reservations now for September 5.
Now’s as good a time as any to start planning your next “personal day.” So to make it count, you’ll require a hot tub lap pool, a soft-washed denim bathrobe, Maine lobster salad and your best friend’s father’s 1961 Ferrari GT convertible. Consider this place the source. For everything except the car.
Check into one of the Asian-inspired rooms (the suites look like giant bento boxes) with bedside barbecues (okay, they’re fireplaces, but nobody’s going to stop you from making a few renegade s’mores), before familiarizing yourself with the retreat’s scene (arty) and crowd (attractively arty).
In the basement, you’ll find a living-room-looking lounge, a cowhide-concentrated gallery... and the hotel’s own personal stock of imported mezcal. On the roof, it’ll be margaritas rimmed with black sea salt while soaking in a plunge pool now, and an alpine grill with an oversized hot tub in the winter.
Suddenly, winter can’t come fast enough.
