I admit I am not cool or funky.
My good friend Tim, with whom I am travelling for work, suggested staying at the W Hotel at Times Square. He is the cool kind of guy. Me? I am showing my age….
On arrival as I was stepping out of the taxi in front of the hotel, I thought this was the first time I am encountering a friendly New Yorker – a gorgeous young man with a trendy stubble on his chin dressed in a white shirt with rolled up sleeves, unbuttoned collar and a pink tie hanging off the collar offered to help me with my bag. On second thoughts, this might be a ploy to run off with my bag, so I refused. Later I realised he was the bell hop for the hotel.
The hotel reception was dark! The whole area was like a night club with loud music and the bar was just by the other side of the “Living Room”. It was so dark that I had difficulty finding the SPG card to collect Starwood points to hand over. The receptionist asked if this was my card and I said “Of course”, thinking she must be having trouble in the dark to read my card too. Poor girl. She then confirmed I live in London and said happily, “Got it!” Later I realised I have actually handed over my Virgin card.
Thank God, the room is normal! That is, other than the enormous mirror over the headboard….. that would have been interesting if there was any hanky panky going on…..
Next time, I will stick with the Sofitel.