With just 12 rooms spread across two restored terraced townhouses, this is the perfect hotel for anyone wanting privacy and relaxation in one of the busiest cities in the world.
I absolutely loved the furnishings and took lots of snap-shots on my iPhone of the Tiffany lamps, cherry-wood floors and antique fireplaces that I intend to replicate in my own little flat. Lawrence Llewellyn-Bowen eat your heart out.
And for any Brits missing their daily cup of Earl Grey, there’s even a charming English-style afternoon tea served in the salon, scones and jam included! A little home from home – perfect.
But after pounding the Manhattan streets, maxing out my credit card in Bergdorf Goodman’s and channelling Audrey at Tiffany’s (well a girl can dream…) it was the Martini Lounge (just as you predicted Paul!) that I looked forward to every evening. This cosy haven has a martini menu that would even impress Mr Bond himself; alas no man of mystery for me but I did find something even better, my old friend from when I merrily graced the New York social scene, Serena Riley. She is as much of a luxury travel addict as me so has promised to block out the next few weeks of her ridiculously busy schedule to try out the hottest SLH hotels on this side of the pond we can find.