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Unforgettable: The St. Regis New York

a street with cars and flags on it

Unforgettable, that’s what you are
Unforgettable though near or far
Like a song of love that clings to me
How the thought of you does things to me
Never before has someone been more…

Oh Nat King Cole, your lyrics of love pay homage to the St. Regis New York better than anything sweet nothings that I can submit. It is only fitting that the review of this stately hotel begins where any anecdote at the St. Regis New York must begin, the King Cole Bar and Salon.

Past the elegance of the lobby and through the dining area, I find myself gazing at the Maxfield Parrish Art Nouveau masterpiece, curiously looking at the other dignified guests who, much like myself, have come to experience the sophistication and class of a New York hotel from yesteryear. The cocktail menu is all but superfluous as the drink of the day, as it is everyday, the famous Bloody Mary, first created at the original St. Regis New York in 1934.

a painting on a wall

a glass of red liquid with a slice of lemon and a straw

“Will this be room charge sir?” the barkeeper inquires.

“But of course my good man,” I reply putting on airs as appropriate in such a setting.

Drink in hand, I find myself listening intently to the barman tell the story of this prestigious venue. Before my mind can wander much more about the patrons who frequented this establishment before they let an artless person like myself inside, I am politely escorted by the bellman to the elevator then to my room where I meet my private butler.

a bed with a chandelier in a room

“Shoe shining service, clothing press, and any other service you may require are available at your convenience,” the butler informs me. “Take note of my beeper number which you can dial directly from the controls on your nightstand,” she kindly adds.

a close-up of a document

a screen with buttons on it

I bid her farewell, close the door then immediately without hesitation, perform my best rendition of Kevin McAlister, by jumping up and down on the bed all the while laughing hysterically. Sorry but after you are escorted via a Bentley and informed by your butler that she will return to make your bubble bath, you too would act like a prepubescent school boy.

the back of a car with a yellow license plate
The St. Regis New York

inside a car with a dashboard and seats

a bed with a blue curtain above it

a bedroom with a desk lamp and chandelier

The interlude of immaturity is interrupted by the song of the doorbell. I compose myself as best as I could and open the door to find that my butler has returned with sumptuous chocolates and a double espresso.

a coffee table with tea cups and a tray of food

a group of small white and orange boxes

“Thank you, that’ll be all,” I say as I close the door, eager to get back to my childhood shenanigans. Already overeager from excitement, I inadvisably drink my espresso and devour my chocolates. Tipsy from exhilaration, I leave the sanctuary of my room for the downgrade of Fifth Avenue.

Hours later, I return home wondering why I ever left in the first place. Overwhelmed by the ruggedness of the City, I call for my butler for the turndown service.

a chandelier in a room

a lamp on a table

a bathtub with bubbles on it

a tv on a mirror above a sink

So fresh n so clean, I lie there in my St. Regis robe grateful for this unforgettable experience.

Unforgettable in every way
And forever more, that’s how you’ll stay
That’s why, darling, it’s incredible
That someone so unforgettable
Thinks that I am unforgettable too

a man talking on a cell phone



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