r />The Four Seasons Hotel is a 5-star luxury hotel, conveniently located near Central Park and Fifth Avenue shopping.
The Four Seasons is not exactly a cozy hotel. Nor is it an understated one. At 52 stories, it’s New York’s tallest, and at 600 square feet, its standard guest room is New York’s largest. From the thirty-three-foot onyx-and-alabaster lobby ceiling to the bathtubs that fill in sixty seconds flat, the Four Seasons New York is about as big as you can get. In a hotel scene that’s all about (false?) modesty, minimalism, and black Prada, it’s refreshing to see this limestone monument to the old New York of splendor and showing off. Here, your floor is a status symbol, and perfectly grown-up celebs fight for the right to be higher.
Being I.M. Pei’s only complete project in the Western hemisphere, it doesn’t look like any of the other Four Seasons hotels, with its sleek modern facade. They’ve got the same limestone as the Louvre — not just the same kind of limestone, but limestone that was quarried at exactly the same time and place. The interiors throughout are caramel and ivory and very, very Deco. Polished oval tables, Corbusier prints, and blonde sofas the color of Harlow’s hair. You can see Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers tripping across its reflective marble floors, and Nick and Nora Charles checking in with their terrier.
Outdoing everyone else is the Four Seasons’ game. They bought out the world’s supply of English sycamore—two years’ worth—to furnish the guest rooms. They don’t just have bathrooms (which are, by the way, the size of most Manhattan apartments), they have dressing rooms. When most top New York hotels went out and bought Frette linens, the Four Seasons changed theirs to Rivot Carmegini. They don’t have one martini drink at the bar, they have fourteen. They’ve been voted as having the best breakfast, the best tea, and the best power lunch.
Even room service is excessive. A database keeps a profile on each and every guest. And they use it. Every morning, the staff sits down to review the histories of everyone checking in that day. So if, three years ago, you had a hankering for turkey pot pie, threw a fit because there were raisins in your cereal, or liked to call room service at four in the morning, they’ll remember. But you haven’t done the Four Seasons until you have spent the entire morning in bed. Order up whatever strikes your fancy, press the switch by the oversized bed, watch the apricot gold silk curtains slide apart, and enjoy the panoramic view. You will feel like an emperor sitting on top of the world.
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