The Scarlet Huntington

Scarlet Fever

On the Delicate Matter of the Scarlet Huntington

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They say those who don’t learn history are doomed to repeat it.

In matters of hotels and cioppino, “doomed” is not the best word.

Yes, the historic Huntington Hotel is back—only now it’s called The Scarlet Huntington. Everything’s open and shiny and ready... now.

First, let’s everybody breathe a sigh of relief. If you want to put on a nice jacket and go have a drink and steak at Big 4, you can again. The hunting and steamship memorabilia, the grand piano—it’s all still here. Just, like, recently polished. Oh, and you can get a Golden Spike at the bar, with scotch and apricot liqueur—and there’s a Scala’s Bistro vet in the kitchen, so expect a bit less butter flying around.

And that’s how it goes throughout the hotel. Everything’s familiar, just nicely tweaked. Say you’re walking through the lobby, with a discreet somebody on your elbow, heading up to the Mulholland Suite (where JFK Jr. and Carolyn Bessette stayed). You’ll whisper things like “Are there way more ruby tones in here, or is it just me?” And “I’ve never heard you say ‘ruby tones’ before.” And, if you hole up in Suite 1202 instead: “I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a blue headboard before.”

Things like that.

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