Hey luvs. I am on the train headed to Illadelph to see the fam. I do love
train travel. Find it very relaxing. I had a porter help me with my enormous
suitcase and bypassed the frantic rush for seats. It was divine. Anyhoo, let's talk hotel bars. I am absolutely stark raving mad for them.
One of my favs of all time was the bar at the old Gramercy before it became
all swish. It was the kind of bar Mrs. Robinson would hang in- it felt
slightly naughty and seedy and oh so lovely. The bartenders were characters
and the cocktail waitresses were mean. I loved it so. Enter the bar at the Jane Hotel, at the corner of the West Side Highway and
Jane Street in the idyllic West Village. A friend of mine met me there last
night and it did not disappoint. You see, the best hotel bars are the ones
that reside in an establishment with a storied past. The Jane is such a
spot. Apparently it was a flophouse for sailors and their ladies of ill
repute. Gotta love that,right? Now it is much more trendy but still feels very old world, if not a bit
seedy. There is also an outpost of the lovely Café Gitane there as well.The
bell hop actually wears a bell hop uniform from back in the day, and once
you enter the bar, you immediately know you are in a place steeped in
classic New York weirdness. I love this place. Did I mention they'll rent
you a room for 99 bucks? You should go to there. They play great music of the new wave and rock oddity variety. And they make
a nice whiskey sour. Next time I'm in NYC, let's meet there, capiche? And that's what's up this train travelin' Thursday en route to the 215.
XO
train travel. Find it very relaxing. I had a porter help me with my enormous
suitcase and bypassed the frantic rush for seats. It was divine. Anyhoo, let's talk hotel bars. I am absolutely stark raving mad for them.
One of my favs of all time was the bar at the old Gramercy before it became
all swish. It was the kind of bar Mrs. Robinson would hang in- it felt
slightly naughty and seedy and oh so lovely. The bartenders were characters
and the cocktail waitresses were mean. I loved it so. Enter the bar at the Jane Hotel, at the corner of the West Side Highway and
Jane Street in the idyllic West Village. A friend of mine met me there last
night and it did not disappoint. You see, the best hotel bars are the ones
that reside in an establishment with a storied past. The Jane is such a
spot. Apparently it was a flophouse for sailors and their ladies of ill
repute. Gotta love that,right? Now it is much more trendy but still feels very old world, if not a bit
seedy. There is also an outpost of the lovely Café Gitane there as well.The
bell hop actually wears a bell hop uniform from back in the day, and once
you enter the bar, you immediately know you are in a place steeped in
classic New York weirdness. I love this place. Did I mention they'll rent
you a room for 99 bucks? You should go to there. They play great music of the new wave and rock oddity variety. And they make
a nice whiskey sour. Next time I'm in NYC, let's meet there, capiche? And that's what's up this train travelin' Thursday en route to the 215.
XO
