We walked into our room: key-cards in hand, one weekender, purse and nothing but adventure on our minds. We explored drinks at The Breslin, oysters at John Dory and then while everyone went outside to grab cabs, we smugly (drunkenly) took the
Wait, elevator? No, silly us. We forgot where the elevator was (some Vespertines and lavender gin and tonics will do that to you). Instead, we found the Breslin's secret door that leads to the side exit and also a set of stairs up to the hotel room floors. The staff did not approve. We found our room eventually.
Really, the Ace is the best place to people-watch and live in. I wish we could just move in here for a month. But we'd miss Bakeri and the scent of the East River (more in the nostalgic sense than the literal sense) too much.
Hotel-hopping? Only in this city. We are thinking of trying out the Jane Hotel for our next bout of boredom... what do you think? Any suggestions?
Disclaimer: the hotel rooms are not sound-proof. Yeah we rap so gooood.