The Bowery Hotel

Watch the throne! AKA one last lobby selfie before I must go… :(

There again is that bellboy. Very nice branding, Bowery Hotel. I forgot to steal the calendar, but I did take that bottle (thank you!!) home with me. Because my staycation was so 5 stars, I forgive you for calling me MS. Catarinella. (I’m a dude.)

Let’s discuss that bed: I could/want to live in it. After lots of room service/mini-bar binging in bed, I hardcore passed out for a good two-hour cat nap.

Then I woke up and took the first of three bubble baths -- two at night, one in the morning. Shout out to those heavenly C.O. Bigelow bath products.

I allowed my friend to swing by in the morning for coffee and fruit plates under one condition: he take a slew of photos of me for Instagram in the bubble bath. PS: apologies to neighbors for keeping the curtains open during the bubble baths, but I just couldn’t deny that killer Manhattan skyline view.

More coffee, please.

Here’s me pretending like I’m doing work.

Here’s me being very happy. You’d be too. Again, THAT VIEW. I <3 NYC.

I decided to stand in the middle of the street to take this photo.

Almost time to check out. I then work my charm and they offered me a late check out. :-)

The hotel’s restaurant, Gemma, is always on point -- try any and all pasta dishes, pizzas, wines, desserts, the (polenta!) fries and cheese/meat plates. You can’t and won’t go wrong. It’s always popping off with cuties. The decor is on point too: the New York Times summed it up best with “Gemma loves candles the way Liberace did.” Go in the spring/summer or whenever the weather gets its shit together so you can sit outside and people watch.

If Gemma is too crowded for you, head to the back of the lobby for their outside garden terrace, where you can drink, eat, and chain smoke. I’m there at least once a week.

The Bowery Hotel is all about the details. Like the red key tassels... so cute! The receptionists are top notch, by the way. Thank you for the toothbrush and the extra Marvis toothpaste.

Good morning. The very polite and perpetually foxy bellboys indeed rock a red blazer and top hat.