The Greenwich Hotel
Tribeca, New York City
For an upcoming story on where to eat Italian in New York City, I spent the night at Robert De Niro’s fantastic Tribeca hotel; The Greenwich Hotel. Having heard only good things from friends and colleagues, I was looking forward to finally spending the night in a place that has earned such consistent rave reviews. I was also excited to finally eat at the equally vaulted Locanda Verde, the hotel’s tangential restaurant run by Andrew Carmellini.
Usually when expectations are set high, end results are lackluster. I am happy to report that this was firmly not the case. Both my overnight at The Greenwich Hotel and my dinner at Locanda Verde were excellent. From the warm, personalized check-in to the buzzing energy at the restaurant (one of the few times a 30 minute wait wasn’t a major irritant), I was delighted the entire time. (This may have something to do with the fact I was spending the night in the city on a school night.) The staff played a big part of my sense of contentment. The woman who checked me in was sweet without being overly so. She noted my clear proficiency with televisions and light fixtures and didn’t dawdle over silly explanations. She also likely noted my big smile when she mentioned everything in the minibar was complimentary. What can I say? Free Minibars are truly one of the best hotel perks (besides Wifi) I can think of. Then there was the woman at breakfast, who sensed my short time frame and brought a cappuccino – perfectly frothed with foam floret and all – in under 2 minutes and then followed up with equally swift service of my eggs dish. I enjoyed my breakfast fireside in the hotel’s cossetting library while thumbing the NYTimes and feeling particularly spoiled with such a decadent start to the morning. Note to self – get up earlier next time to enjoy cappuccino number 2. It’s well worth the loss of sleep.
A few things of particular note about the Greenwich that put it firmly in the must-return category: There’s a distinct aroma in the hallway of the guest rooms that has an earthy, woodsy (likely due to the wood door frames) appeal. It is such an unexpected scent in the depths of NYC that it was instantly intoxicating. Then, my guest room (room 303) was surprisingly cozy despite rather masculine details such as an exposed wood plank wall, iron grate shower door, low-slung mahogany bed, leather settee and simple white linens. Usually a sucker for an abundance of pillows and soft billowing drapes, I was surprised to find how immediately comfortable I felt in the room. Perhaps it had something to do with the free minibar.
Side-note: I know this whole minibar discussion is making me sound like all I want to do is eat candy and drink mini rum bottles, but I do think there’s something intrinsically offputting about sleeping alongside forbidden fruit, which is what the minibar is when it’s so costly for a juice in the morning or a late night chocolate nibble. So, having that issue removed made me feel increasingly more at home.
As with all top-seeded hotels in my book, the bathroom is a focal point that can either make or break its review. Here, the bathroom earned points for being proportionally spaced and having perhaps the strongest water pressure – from an overhead rain shower – to be felt in a long time. The all marble clad bath also featured a small sign boasting that the bath fills in 60-seconds flat – the ferrari of tubs, so it would seem. The bath products are signature to the spa and carry a similar mixed scent of woodsy, orange blossom and ginger tones. You can’t help but smell Asian influences (which are clearly intended given the spa is Japanese). The lack of window in the bathroom was a detriment, but easily overlooked given the thoughtful details like iron windowpane door frames on the shower door.
Though I’m fortunate to visit hotels often and it’s a professional goal and imperative to stay somewhere different each time – I must admit, I can’t wait to return to The Greenwich.