Atlanta’s area code is 404.
This hotel’s address is 404.
It’s like the universe is trying to tell you something...
That something: get in your car, point it toward Nashville and park it at The 404 Hotel, a new leisure chamber a mere road trip away that basically has no staff because of science, taking reservations now.
It works like this: book one of the five suites online. You’ll get a code. Then, when you arrive at this little slice of glory that used to be a mechanic’s shop, just let yourself into your room. You don’t have to talk to anyone or anything.
It’s like coming home, if your home had gold faucets, a minibar stocked with Nashville beer and mohair swivel chairs everywhere.
And it’s attached to a once shipping container that’s now a James Beard–nominated restaurant. So, yes, reservations are hard to come by. If you’re with someone you’d refer to as a “weekend date,” tell the hostess you’re staying next door, and she’ll get you a table, no questions asked.
But if it’s a group thing, just rent the entire place out and go nuts. Leave doors open. Play dominoes in the lounge. Walk around in Turkish robes.
Great robe country, Turkey.