Listed in: I moved to the 'burbs....
Listed in: I moved to the 'burbs....
Listed in: I moved to the 'burbs....
Category:
Museums
Neighborhood: Lower East Side
Category:
Bars
Neighborhood: Kingsbridge
Category:
French
Neighborhood: Morningside Heights
Have you ever just had one of those moments, a moment when you are sitting at your window table on a rainy day, the background is the chatter of the people at the next table talking about lithium mines in Argentina and collecting photographic prints and art in a barn?
Outside, on the sidewalk is a cross section of Morningside Heights, trundling through the rain, on their way to who knows where, oblivious to the fact that they are background players in your memories for years to come.
I had a too sweet bowl of hot chocolate. The sweetness was overlooked due to the amazing froth and size of the bowl. A small tumbler of ice water cut the sweet when I needed a palate cleanse. Three scrambled eggs - not fluffy enough for my taste, but good, and three eggs is a huge portion. I paid an extra $2.00 for bacon, and they plopped a pig on my plate. It was a lot of bacon. I appreciated it, and will be having my leftover bacon and pan roasted potatoes for breakfast in the morning.
Huge portions, attentive staff. I was there for a late breakfast/early lunch at 11 am on a Tuesday morning, the place was empty. (I love restaurants during their off hours. I don't like herds...) If I had ordered a glass of wine, I may have given four stars. But as it stands, it is a solid 3, and it provides a great faux European atmosphere as a background to watch the eclectic parade that is Morningside Heights - another reason why I love NYC. Hot coco, 3 scrambled eggs, pan fried potatoes and bacon, $13.88 plus tip.
Categories:
Specialty Food,
Caterers,
Sandwiches
Neighborhood: West Village
"Transplanted from Maine via London"
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New York, NY
Yelping SinceApril 2007
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Add a couple of hip clubs, make it a pool scene like in Miami, and they will come!
OOPS. They built it, but then staffed it with people who HATE customers. It isn't even fake snobby HATE, it is HATE. The clientele are people who "like" get away for the weekend, drink a lot, "Paahty" and complain about the $50.00 cash security deposit. (I am guessing that not many of them have credit cards or credit cards that work)
I drove in to compulsory valet parking at 5pm (for some reason, I just didn't want to leave the car parked on the street over night). There were a few cars there. I had been on the road for a week and had a lot of bags. The valet yelled at me to "Hurry up and get your bags, I have to take your car". I said "huh?".
"I need to move your car". He looked at my five bags that I had put on the walkway. I asked for a bell hop. He said "Can't you see we're busy? Parking is $10.00 a day, it'll be charged to your room." With that he took my key handed me a ticket and walked away. I tried to grab a luggage cart. A voice came from a cracked door in front of me "Those are for bellman only."
Did I mention that one of my bags had six bottles of wine in it? Fuming, I picked up my bags, slung what I could over my shoulder and traipsed into reception. I walked up to the counter dropped my 50+ pounds of luggage and the receptionist looked up at me, stared for a moment and said "Are you checking in?" I snapped "No, I am just standing here for the hell of it". (How many people check out of a hotel at 5PM?)
She checked me in, glared as she listened to me complain about no bellman and the valet and then said, "Go to your room" . I asked, "where is my room?" After a sigh, she handed me a piece of paper with a magic marker number on it.
Then I was told to carry my bags to the other side of the lobby, and "someone will bring them up later". (the couple in line behind me were hoping that I would take the bait and fight back - I didn't). I was exhausted, that the woman in "hospitality" simply wasn't worth my time. My thoughts were "if I have to schlep them all the way over to the other side of the lobby, I might as well take them to my room." I had been defeated by nastiness, and my company was paying for the privilege.
When I got to my room, it was just as chic as the pictures, but smell does not photograph. It was a smoking room, and a stale one at that.
It was dusty, but the bed was large and looked comfortable. I was shattered. I went to order a burger from room service and then go to bed. Guess what, no PM room service during the week. I traipsed off to find their Coffee Shop (separate review) but I will say that I took some cute pictures of the flies that were on my table. I got sick and tired of shooing them away, gave up and took pictures of them as they crawled all over the utensils on my (and other) "clean" tables.
2am: The drunken fight outside my door was epic. It was like Snookie (not her real name) had been cheated on, and he was gonna pay. There was thumping and screaming and then tears. Loud, loud tears. She was a wild woman that Snookie.
The next day:
7am (that is when room service for breakfast starts) I found out that the only coffee I could order is a pot of 6 cups for $8.00. I ordered it. It is so sad that it was terrible coffee...
7PM, I was pacing my room, on the phone with my boss when I stepped on something soft and squishy. I jumped and told my boss that I had stepped on a sock, then I looked. It was a pair of men's black mesh underwear. No one I know. I was skeeved out beyond belief.
It has taken me six months to calm down and finish this and my blood still boils...
I can't write about the desk clerk who lied to me and said that they would send someone for my bags when I checked out. I finally gave up and carried my bags down myself.
I can't write about the valet who glared at me as I stood with my luggage at the wrong line and would not help me with my bags. Two nice teenagers helped me. I wanted to bat my eyes and say that "I always rely on the kindness of strangers" but they wouldn't get it, and I was too hot and upset.
I can't be funny because not enough time has gone by for me to calm down. It stands at the worst hotel experience I have ever had.