So it's nice to have a ready stash of pockets and nooks scattered about town where you can hide away for a drink or three and even spend the night if you really need to drop off the grid.
The newly minted Smyth, the latest Thompson hotel to hit Manhattan, is your new Tribeca safehouse, and it opens tomorrow.
Named for the anonymity that comes once you walk through the doors (they'll refer to you as Mr. Smyth if you like...), Smyth's lobby feels like a modern, airy version of a British gentleman's club, minus any sign of brandy snifters or plaid. Pinstriped suiting fabrics and faux ostrich skins line the walls, tufted banquettes are nestled in sectioned-off areas, and the small-but-mighty bar is open for business.
It's the kind of sexy lobby that could play host to a pre-Bouley cocktail or a post-Smith & Mills nightcap (which may also be a pre-spending-the-night-upstairs nightcap) if you're making an all-Tribeca evening out of it.
If things do get a little... upstairs, the rooms are the clean, elegant dark wood boites that you would expect from the Thompson folks. And they've kitted each room with a frosted glass wall that allows you to just quite make out what's happening in the shower as you laze about on the bed.
Think of it as a sneak peek of what's to come.