Sixty stadiums. Sixteen countries. One telethon.
The Eastern European leg of your concert tour was legendary, but not without its drawbacks.
For one, fatigue. For another, lack of winter-ready heated pools.
Here, take a load off...
Introducing Hotel Williamsburg, a resplendent, outer-borough retreat that caters to the Jagger set... also, fans of rooftop raw bars, vinyl record collections and outdoor pool parties set in the dead of winter, opening November 1 and taking reservations now.
In case you were curious, this is what happens when an itemized tour rider is turned into a boutique hotel. You get waterfalls flowing through the lobby, pisco sours immediately upon check-in, record players in every suite and concierges that’ll only address you as the Godfather of Soul.
Included within this complex: a hotel restaurant (sit at the steel chef’s counter, order the dark-beer-braised lamb ribs), a rooftop lounge with Goodyear Blimp-esque views of McCarren Park concerts, and a suite that looks like a treehouse.
But if you want to make the most of a lost weekend here, ask them to hand over the keys to the pool. See, the saltwater swimming hole is available to rent for private parties. And because both it and the cabana-lined deck are fully heated, you can swim here all winter.
Marco Polo shouldn’t have an off-season.
The Eastern European leg of your concert tour was legendary, but not without its drawbacks.
For one, fatigue. For another, lack of winter-ready heated pools.
Here, take a load off...
Introducing Hotel Williamsburg, a resplendent, outer-borough retreat that caters to the Jagger set... also, fans of rooftop raw bars, vinyl record collections and outdoor pool parties set in the dead of winter, opening November 1 and taking reservations now.
In case you were curious, this is what happens when an itemized tour rider is turned into a boutique hotel. You get waterfalls flowing through the lobby, pisco sours immediately upon check-in, record players in every suite and concierges that’ll only address you as the Godfather of Soul.
Included within this complex: a hotel restaurant (sit at the steel chef’s counter, order the dark-beer-braised lamb ribs), a rooftop lounge with Goodyear Blimp-esque views of McCarren Park concerts, and a suite that looks like a treehouse.
But if you want to make the most of a lost weekend here, ask them to hand over the keys to the pool. See, the saltwater swimming hole is available to rent for private parties. And because both it and the cabana-lined deck are fully heated, you can swim here all winter.
Marco Polo shouldn’t have an off-season.
