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Though NPS has been to Sweden a handful of times, this was our first trip to Stockholm, and it probably won’t be the last.

Ett Hem is a tiny luxury hotel  that does every single thing right.  The staff is so professional that they feel like really particularly helpful friends, the food is absolutely world class, and the grounds (two buildings with a few rooms in each) are gorgeous. Needless to say, the showers are not plastic.

After a delayed arrival (on Swiss Air, whose business class equipment and service did not match United’s standards(!!)), we all met in the second floor common room in the building with the restaurant (that is, the building that includes its own bakery where they mill flour).  We had a Negroni from the honor bar and caught up after some years.  It’s always fun to introduce good friends who have yet to meet, in this case a Finn and a Norwegian.

Of course there was a mandatory hot shower and checkin in to the rather small but well appointed room 29.

The shower was most excellent.

The fact that the bedroom is small is made up for by the extensive common rooms (like the one where we met) and run of the entire well-groomed property.

We snagged a dinner reservation at Matbaren Mathias Dhalgren, the kind of resraurant designed and executed for foodies.  Dinner was excellent and service was just as fun as our furnishings were quirky.


Then we had a nightcap at the Grand Hôtel bar.  The cocktails were good but not fantastic, and the vibe of the space is pretty much what you would expect from such an old school hotel. Ironically, my two friends decided to get another drink and I left the scene early since my reason for being in town was a breakfast seminar a couple of days later at the ungodly hour of 8am.  I guess that’s one way to avoid jetlag…just blow right through it!

After sampling the outstanding Ett Hem breakfast we made a quick visit to the photography museum.

Then we shot some video of our own, but with more clothes. And played some team building company trivia games. After which dinner at Soho House was an excellent experience.  Always fun to hit it off with friends of friends.  It was taco Tuesday in Sweden, and, well, Swedish tacos are hilarious.

On our way to A Bar Called Gemma we stopped in at Grodan for a cocktail or two.

Gemma was a much better craft cocktail mixology joint than Grodan, but it was also slightly slouchier and grimy.

Then it was up way early to give the talk. We decided to try out the restaurant at Ett Hem for lunch. Outstanding.

Ett Hem is worth a visit to stockholm for all by itself. Magical. Fiver showerheads with no reservations at all.

Steph Vogel now runs the Hotel Washington. And you know what that means…an attentive staff, attention to detail, and all around excellence. In fact, you might accidentally find yourself believing you have been transported to a Kimpton of yore. (Trust us, Kimpton used to be excellent…)

We arrived in the late afternoon, just in time for a cocktail at sunset in the rooftop bar.

The staff knew us by sight (due to the wanted poster in the staff room, no doubt).  We were given an excellent suite, 820, bumped up three flights by someone paying attention.  Sadly, Steph is out of commission with a major skiing injury, so we did not get to see him.

We were greeted with a personal note, a snack (saved for late night) and a bottle of Pinot Noir (much appreciated by Romey).  Though it has been a while, all of our preferences were not only noted but met.  Attention to detail is so rare.

820 is a beautiful corner suite with lots of room to spread out.  We were bummed that our schedule was so tightly packed.

The bathroom is great.  Only one quibble with the shower involves water pressure.

The bed room completes the suite.

We dropped our stuff in the room and headed up to the rooftop. After a few sips of our Negroni we were able to score a seat by the open windows.

We watched the sun set over the white house. We saw the President’s motorcade depart as well.  Classic DC.

And then it was a fight through the wedding hoards and a quick uber to dinner. Rooster and Owl (recommended by Steph) is outstanding. We shared a bottle of champagne.

Next was the 9:30 club for the late show. Thievery Corporation was a blast.

We were in bed no later than 2:30am. Then up too early for brunch at the Jefferson (which you can skip).

Fiver showerheads but a distinct absence of Steph for this visit. We hope to be back soon.

Back in the mid-’90s we spent a bunch of time in San Diego. One of the first annual trips was a visit to NDSS, a geeky conference always held at the Catamaran hotel. That must have lasted a decade or more.  A return in 2024 (some 15 odd years since visiting the Catamaran) shows the toll that time has taken.

You see, the Catamaran has spent more on the common areas (which are very pretty but also just a bit wrong…like, say, a pool area where you are required to wear a wrist band as if you are an untrusted 20 year old) than they have on the rooms.  Nobody seems to have considered fixing up the rooms since maybe 1982. Or maybe they spent all of their budget on marketing drones?

So you go from this:

To this:

Hamster cage with no design sensibility and indestructible furnishings. But wait, there’s less.  How about the Holiday Inn bathroom console (featuring communal soap)?  With a vinyl floor?

But you are here for the shower. Here is a prime example of the worst kind of plastic shower. Oh let us count the ways: lilliputian tub only a foot deep and made of plastic, obesity bar, plastic shower curtain (with a see thru plastic window portal design), and a shower head that does nothing to improve the flaccid water pressure. A big nope.

Here, watch the plastic shower in all of its glorious action…

There are good things about the Catamaran, like friendly staff, a good restaurant, and an espresso bar that knows how to make a real macchiato. And it’s right on the Pacific! But we’re not surfer dudes.

There’s an excellent coffee bar nearby too—pump coffee.

A visit to Ken Sushi Workshop is a great idea. Excellent.

Ultimately, room 218 is so dissatisfying that it was time just to jettison the plan, pack up early (after the morning meeting), and switch hotels. A lowly one showerhead and no more chances for the old Catamaran. It has sprung a fatal leak.

Generally speaking, we don’t frequent too many DC hotels since DC is so close to home.  But sometimes timing is such that a night in a hotel is in order.  The Dupont Circle Hotel is centrally located and not an unreasonable place to stay.  Nothing to write home about, but good meeting facilities and proximity to plenty of good things to do.

 

The outside patio is a nice place for a Negroni on a fall evening.  Do note that the bar closes down rather early.

A corporate dinner event at the Lafayette (in the Hay-Adams) was very nice but exceptionally old school even by DC standards.

We were assigned hamster cube 804.  The view of the construction site (where jackhammers fired up at 7am) was unobstructed.

Though by no means plastic, the shower was still slightly wrong.

Jackhammer guys.

Excellent meeting facilities.

Four showerheads and some more imaginitive fun and games for the Dupont Circle Hotel.  We didn’t get that room on the roof from the website.  LOL.

Before the 30th Anniversary Music Party, there was Contessa.  Great food with a superb city view and militant eastern european staff.  Not sure I would make a habit of it.  Dining with two of my favorite women tips the scales radically.  But honestly, Contessa thinks too much of itself.   It is aptly named.

After the 30th Anniversary Music Party, the pool at The Verb Hotel (right next to Fenway) was bait.  Honestly we felt a bit baited (and switched).  The Verb is trying so hard to be hip and cool.  But they are falling short due to a number of factors mostly involving an actual demographic of families with kids, a terrible breakfast situation, and a very small dingy pool.  Oh well.  It was a great plan.

We paid for a pool view room.  Whatever.  We were on the second floor a nice hike from everything past many hallways of refrigerated hamster cages.

This may be one of the only times and actual touring musician has ever stayed at The Verb.  Too much veneer and not enough reality makes NPS a grumpy poster.

The Pool.  Such a great idea, and so not what it needs to be.  We did use it.  And we had some great Mai Tais from next door.

At least the shower is not plastic.

The real record player was a nice touch and fun. Many of the records were in terrible shape though.

Mandolin.

It was great to be in Boston for the night.  We had fun.

Sunday Jazz at the Mad Monkfish.

All in all, not a plan to repeat but one that was worth doing once.  The Verb Hotel earns two showerheads and is summarily dismissed from the target list.

In the still active quest to find a NY hotel to use as home base, we present the (nope) Intercontinental Barclays hotel.  This was a quick, trip up for business and pleasure.

The Barclays is old school.  Well, old.  Definitely old.  Try as they might to upgrade to “hip” or “relevant,” there is too much inertia for the sluggish IHG chain to overcome.

Our arrival was very corporate and our room was nice but hamster cage.  All vestiges of Kimpton privilege have been assimilated.  And there is only so much that you can do to drag a mid-century hotel into the new millennium.  Frankly, I don’t even remember what our room number was or even what floor it was on.

The shower was fine.

A comfortable generic bed.  Design by somebody’s grandmother.

Oh, here it is, room 939 on the not at all memorable 9th floor.  This is a concierge floor which means only you can share an OK breakfast with other people who think that concierge service is good.

But it was NYC!  BTW, the Fasano is a great place for a ridiculously expensive business dinner.  Great food and a relaxed atmosphere conducive to conversation.

Also, as always the tucked away Oyster bar in Grand Central is a fun place for a snack.  We tried out the back room (new to me).  The front is more NY, FWIW.

Meanwhile, the bar back at the Barclays has a reputation far beyond its ’70s reality.  Great cocktails served by cynical old school NY barkeeps with a hotel lobby feel that can’t be overcome.  Skip it.

The great news is that the trip’s most memorable experience was a great one.  The MOMA’s Karl Lagerfeld exhibit was not to be missed.  See more here.

Before whizzing back across town and under the river to Newark, we had a great lunch at Blue Willow somewhat on a whim.  Outstanding.

All in all, three showerheads and a continued search for a NY home for the Barclays Intercontinental.  Too much corporate genericism for us.

Denver Renaissance

February 23, 2023

We didn’t really have our hopes set high enough, it seems.  Because business trip, travel set by others, Marriott property, etc.  But here we are at a very nice Renaissance Hotel in Denver.  And everything is fine.

Getting here was a thing because a huge winter storm had travel all in a bind.  Something like 1200 flights were cancelled.  Mine was not, but it did take an extra 40 minutes because the headwinds were so strong.

The snowy drive from the airport was actually hazardous due to Americans in SUVs.

We were assigned an excellent suite (550) with lots of windows and, most important of all, glass showers.  The room design is dated, but passable.  Some refurbishment would be a good thing.

We were greeted with a personal note and a bottle of bubbly (which sadly will remain behind).

Glass shower for the win.  The rest of the bathroom is pure Marriott.

A fun little chair.

The lobby bar is very good with clear ice, and proper Negroni capability.  Seriously.

Entertainment for the evening included bowling (?1) and tequila shots.  yeah no.

A late evening visit with Gino to Lady Jane (who made an absolutely excellent El Diablo with house hot ginger syrup) killed some time before we headed over to Williams and Graham (special shouts to Jacques and Sean Kenyon). Though W&G remains a top notch bar, it somehow seems to be overrun by non-bar people from conferences.  Enthusiastic and stupid.  Our bartender from NC was a hot and cold mess (and being a southern gentleman myself, I can assure you he is not very legit NC).  Thing is, there was no green chartreuse.  But instead of saying so, NC boy swapped to something not at all the same without saying a word.  Not a fan of that kind of nonsense.  We did have some excellent snacks and some great drinks in the end before we were summarily dismissed.  Fernet for all.

Nephew Gino.

Sam’s number 3 is a great place for breakfast, even when it is 4 degrees outside.

All told, four showerheads and a great deal of surprise for the Renaissance.  You go Marriott.

Oh the Kimpton of yore, how we miss it.  After the IGH acquisition, the properties have gone completely corporate.  No brand left at all.  No personality.  No staff that loves their jobs.  So sad.  Our last two Kimpton attempts in NY sucked (see https://noplasticshowers.com/2022/10/17/quick-hit-in-nyc-hotel-indigo-is-very-corporate/ and https://noplasticshowers.com/2022/05/08/back-in-new-york-the-muse-hotel-ihg/).

But the good news is that some of the properties have the old magic.  Like the Zelos in San Francisco that used to be the Palomar.  This was once one of our favorite hotels.  And maybe it will be again.

We remember fondly talking to Mike Defrino about adding good bars to the properties (using Bourbon and Branch as one of the examples of what people will pay for a cocktail).  Jacques Bezuidenhout was hired, and Dirty Habit was born under the direction of Brian Means.

We remember the battle of the Palomars.

At what os now the Zelos, we were assigned 712 (which is a nicely renovated version of a room we’ve stayed in back in the Palomar days).  Great room.

In fact, enough space to conduct a zoom meeting with multiple attendees in the same room. (Don’t ask.)


The bathroom could be bigger.  But it works.  The shower is over a tub, but the nice glass doors make it all OK.

Though we arrived late, there was time for a slightly adjusted Boulevardier before bed.

And then a Cloudbreak (from Friday, Saturday, Sunday in Philly).  This is still a magical cocktail.  Make one!

Though it arrived late, a welcome note did arrive (along with a nice bottle of wine that I gave to madou since I was not checking my bag.  Thanks for that Ben!

This is not your usual hotel art.  Love it.

Breakfast at Cafe de la Presse is always recommended.  At the Chinatown gate.


And for fun?  How about Wildhawk, followed by ABV, followed by the Good Good Culture Club all with a bunch of great friends?  Yes please.

So, a Negroni or a Breakfast Negroni??  Jacques, which should it be?


Maybe Suzu (who has become quite famous, aparently) knows.

While at ABV, tequila (or mezcal).

Thee guys…

Good Good was very good.  What a treat to be in San Francisco for 32 seconds!  Merry Christmas all.

Five showerheads and a big thumbs up for the hotel zelos.  Looking forward to returning.

The Lowry is a business hotel of reasonable quality in Manchester, England.  It rains every day.  Manchester is a cool town.

 

Room 223 at the Lowry is a nicely spacious hamster cage that is just fine, thank you.

Though the shower could use some water pressure and the HVAC system is a disaster.

The view is nice, but short.

Florence will break her foot kind of putting a major damper on the whole thing.

On a rainy evening, head on over to Home and see a movie.  If you’re lucky it will be as great as the Banshees of Inisherin.

Do some retail in the center.

Have breakfast at Côte.

Have dinner at 20 Stories  (which sports not only a great view, but an excellent bar).  Get Lisa to come up.

Visit Chinatown (open all night).

But maybe skip the Cloud 23  at the Hilton.  No skill.  Just view. (We went so you don’t have to.). An attempt at a CR#2 was just, well, just.

This cocktail should be renamed the “Lavender Yeah No.”

And by all means don’t go to the Lowry bar unless you must.  (And just for the record, sometimes you just must.)

WTF?

We did make them try an industry sour.

 

Finally, sort out your ride to the train station the night before.  Manchester traffic is a thing when it rains.  And it rains!

We’ll be back when Florence heals.  Can’t wait to do some dancing in Manchester.

Three showerheads for the Lowry.

Well, there may not even be showers.  And people may steal your boots (accidentally?!) overnight.  But where else are you going to hear a folk story accompanied by live music recounted by Solbjørg Kvålshaugen?  Or run up an impressive bar tab for your 20th year festivities??

We started the night before in Bergen (maybe?).

And then got motivated in the morning and headed up into the mountains towards the Hytte in Tyinkrysset.  On our way, we took a detour to Fondsbu, arriving just in time for the last dinner of the year.  Here’s how Gøran describes it, “If you remember the ski trail we followed along the water last winter. Well, if we follow that road to the end, we get to a place called Fondsbu. They have their closing dinner on Saturday 8th with entertainment and live music.”

A stop by our favorite bakery in Norway.

The best way to spend the drive?  Definitely if you are a teenager.

We arrived and staked out our rooms.  The rooms are very basic and tidy with sinks and bunks.  It all feels like a ship cabin (especially after a bunch of rum).

Eidsbugarden

Dinner was delicious and communal.  Reindeer filet and some red wine.  During the festivities, the moon arrived (one day from full, still waxing).

The dinner marked the opening of winter (and the closing of the summer season).  The live music was great, even though this song is not at all about Norway.  It’s about boneheaded racism.

 

We partied late into the night, meeting mountain men, musicians, and hotel hosts.  Much fun was had.

The boots disappeared.

Late the next morning after fortifying ourselves with some porridge, we headed to the Hytte.

An incredible experience, about as Norwegian as you can get.  My only regret is that I failed to bring my fiddle along to play.  I guess in 20 more years, I will get another chance.