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The Mandeville Hotel is worth not visiting.  Just don’t go.  And whatever you do, do not ignore all the red flags on your way to not staying there. Like say, the inability to book a room category in a reasonable process.  Or emails that take three days to answer.  Or a room that not only is not ready when you arrive for five nights, but isn’t even worth the wait. Those kinds of red flag.

Billing itself as a “boutique hotel,” everything about the hotel itself is a stretch.  What the Mandeville turns out to be, is a business hotel gussied up in an ill-fitting hand-me-down suit with a very wide tie that doesn’t match.  But his sister is nice. Some people may be fooled. We are not.

We arrived from an excellent flight across the pond in United Polaris kind of wanting a good espresso and a shower (not necessarily in that order). We did end up getting a nice breakfast on a brilliant bright morning at the Ivy about a block from the hotel.  You see, the one very good thing about the Mandeville is its location smack dab in the middle of Marylebone.  You may recall from previous entries here in this spectacular blog that the Ivy is a top notch brunch chain (see Manchester and London entries).

In any case, our executive suite (so to speak) was ready when brunch was over.  But what a disappointment room 105 was.  Don’t stay in this room: weird bank of windows directly over the noisy-at-night restaurant, overlooking an alley of sorts, decor from that decade where polyesther was a good thing, uncomfortable couches.  Just all around terrible.  This room should be demoted to a much lesser category…like “very large broom closet” or “place to store old wallpaper swatches.  We only stayed in this room one night because the other three rooms in our reserved category were not available.  Right.

But judge for yourself!  I mean look at that wallpaper.  And the way the bathroom opens directly to the bed.

The shower was not plastic. Instead it was dangerous. Fortunately nobody broke a leg during our one night in this room. The shower was very nice, danger aside.

When you’re in Marylebone, retail therapy is in order. We spent time wandering the shops, hitting up me+em, theory, selfridges, varvatos, and more. Too much money was spent, but when you are a country mouse like we are, all of the city things are so shiny!

On our first day in London we found Scales bar which is well worth a revisit. Excellent cocktails (limited but creative and nicely concocted).

Fortunately, we were able to switch rooms to Executive Suite 216 after our first night (which was ridiculously overpriced for what it was). 216 was much better situated in the new purple part of the hotel. But the suite itself was still small and very poorly laid out. We’re sorry, but a bathroom opening directly on the bed is just not classy in the least.

The bathroom was much better. So what made us dislike this hotel so much? Well on our last night in London (a Wednesday night no less), a private party rented out the restaurant and bar and proceeded to put on a loud, obnoxious disco starting around 9pm and stretching nicely to 1am. Since we were to be up at 5:00am to fly to Dublin this was not a good thing. Complaints to management on checkout were ignored (so far anyway). We do plan to ride this one down to completion.

In the meantime, by no means stay at the Mandeville. Stay anywhere else.

Of course, London is a fantastic place to visit, and we had some very good experiences this round…

We spent some time at Hyde park checking out the icebergs.

We spent some time conducting business (which by the way will bring us to London regularly, but not again to the Mandeville).

We spent some time at both Tate galleries (Tate Modern and Tate Collection) and on a boat between. If you like the Kandinsky below, check out the others.

And we hit a number of excellent restaurants, including Roka, Carlotta, Tamarind, Chez Roux.

You will find stunning art at Henson’s Bar (in Mimi’s hotel). Apparently Mimi was a collector. We had excellent drinks surrounded by even better art. Need a cult classic like a Paper Plane or a Industry Sour? Of course you do.

Closing out our stay at the Mandeville was the coup de grace. The staff in the morning had no power to make us whole, and the manager who was instructed to get in touch never did. One showerhead for the Mandeville, we will not return.

It started in the country.

And ended in the city.

With some Springsteen in between.

The Hotel Washington is our chosen destination in DC, and for obvious reasons—excellent hospitality. We hear rumors that this hotel is aptly run my Steph Vogel, but honestly we have not seen him for years. Anyway, from our base in the middle of nowhere, Washington DC is the big metropolis. This time we came in to see Bruce perform at the Nationals Park. An excellent show.

Back in the country, there were cocktails to be had and plans to be hatched. Somehow we overlooked the twerking in our planning.

We headed into DC in the early afternoon. We were greeted at the hotel with dueling amenities and greetings from Steph in our adjoining rooms 710 and 711.

The shower situation was non-plastic, though shutting the sliding door to the bathroom was nigh on impossible. The sink was in the hall.

After the show, we headed up to Vue to have a Corpse Reviver or 2 and damage our hearing. Who knew that the night would end up with twerking lessons from the large group of (young) 50-turning women?! Much fun was had. All of a sudden it was 2am.

Did we need twerking lessons? Judge for yourself. Here is a before video.

Sadly no video of the after has been made available.

Five showerheads, a big thank you, and a fervent wish to get to the bottom of the Vogel disappearance for Hotel Washington.

First off, NPS has a special place in its collective heart for Charlottesville, having graduated from UVa in the mid-80s with a degree in the lucrative field of Philosophy.  But that is neither here nor there.  Trips to c’ville happen every once in a while, and up until now there has been nowhere decent to stay.  See here for evidence.

Now there IS a very good hotel, situated fittingly up by the business school and the law school.  The Forum is where to stay when you need to be in Charlottesville.  And yeah, it’s a Kimpton but not like the real Kimpton used it be.  It is actually an IHG property with an echo of Kimpton charm in its chord structure.

We drove in through some very much needed rain that turned into a major thunderstorm delaying the show.  Our plans to “grab some dinner” on the walking mall were thwarted by the storm and by the fact that it was restaurant week too (who knew?).  So we got a bite at the hotel sports bar that was surprisingly good.  The negroni set was excellent. If only the TVs would all just disappear.

We were situated in a terrace king room 345 (maybe). The room was very nice, but the terrace was so wet we couldn’t really use it.

The bathroom is pretty not bad, and the shower is glass.

About the only thing to fix is the “roll up the sidewalk” time which seems to happen around 11pm. When you come in after a show at the Ting Pavilion and would love a nightcap and a midnight snack you are forced to raid the paltry minibar.

The best thing about our trip was the show. Andrew Bird and Nickel Creek all on stage together?! Holy cow. It was a magical evening. Pictures and videos from the show here.

After a nice stop at Greenberry‘s for strip mall breakfast, we drove home the back way through the stunning beauty of Virginia.

Four showerheads for the Forum. Step up the game on the bar and restaurant front, and know your guests! We will be back for sure.

We’re on a secret mission; our second, actually. And we’re having a great time while we’re at it. There was baseball, there was jazz, there was art. We’ve been to the Monaco before and it is with a wistful feeling that we experience the last of remaining Kimpton spirit on the planet. Keep the spark, Rob Mallinger!


When in Pittsburgh, see the Pirates.

As has become habit, we stayed in 835, a one room suite. This room is about the opposite of a hamster cage, and we like it. We blew by on our way to the game, but were not able to check in early.

There were furries from the convention all over town.

It was a beautiful day, and we walked to and from the Pirates Stadium.

After the game, we were greeted with a drink in our room. Somehow the hotel overlooked that there are two of us here, not just one. Gotta fix that!

The cocktail featured local falernum rum which is very good indeed.

We leaned up in the way non-plastic shower (even using the soaking tub) and headed to Con Alma for some dinner and jazz.

A nightcap in the Commoner was fun. We almost started to experiment, but then hit the wall. Long day in the sun! We do need to try swapping cointreau for luxardo in a Last Word. Sounds great.

About the only disappointing surprise at the Monaco was the room service breakfast experience. We should have gone downstairs instead of hoping to have a nice breakfast together in the room. Time to get past COVID!

 

We had some very good meetings about our top secret mission, and then headed (slightly late and confused by the GPS) over to the Warhol. The staff was excellent and helpful with our departure, loading the car and having everything ready. They even snuck in some gift Maggie’s Farm falernum which was extremely thoughtful. We found an ABC store and stocked up.

Five showerheads for the Monaco. Hopefully our plan will come together (just like on the A Team).

This wanderlust trip was set up just to visit friends. We flew United. We still believe that United domestic and United International are two completely different airlines. We also believe that the “plus points” nonsense is just that…nonsense. Sure would be nice to have a domestic airline that was not a bus.

We landed just after sunset. Mt Hood was visible on landing. Our friends T&G live up on the hill overlooking the city. Portland remains as lush and green and slightly soggy as ever.

We spent Friday visiting the Silver Falls State Park. Absolutely stunning. (Click here for many more fabulous pictures.)

On the drive back, we followed our nose through the back roads. We could almost see 17 peaks from there.

Lunch at Whiskey Hill Store was just what the doctor ordered.

We visited the nearby winery for a taste. They made it very hard to actually buy some wine. This is kind of a Portland anti-capitalist thing, we suppose. It was raining.

There was pool…out of politeness we decline to say who prevailed.

Everyone wishes to remain anonymous.

There was some kind of strategy game with random rules, enhanced by a delicious negroni or two.

Cornell Farms is a fantastic place for breakfast (if you don’t mind waiting for a while).

After breakfast, we changed locations across the river and down the hill to a sweet little bungalow—the house of e.

We did some thrifting and some ice cream eating. Salt and Straw is special. We changed into fancy pants. We visited bible club for a cocktail with even more friends. Very nice vibe (including the waiting in the rain listening to 80s covers part). Romey was psyched to meet Cate.

We had dinner at Kann (which took some setting up way in advance). Kann seems to be out slightly over its skis. The food is fantastic, but the ambiance is industrial and slightly over-aware of its own presence.

The next day was devoted to propping up the American economy by buying things: books (at powell’s of course…the best bookstore on earth), clothing, and cocktails. You could say it was a perfect day. We started at Cheryl’s for brunch.

Day drinking in the rain at the Teardrop is a thing to experience.

The dog did not participate.

We picked up possibly the hottest Thai food in the United States and crashed early.

The next day it was off to town for coffee and sushi (at the tiny mizu). Then the Kennedy School.

We sure do love visiting our friends!

After time in Stockholm and Oslo, the cabin was a welcome respite. We scooped Anne at the central station, and started our journey on the bluff above Oslo at the “Rose Castle.” The side trip was extra special because after 22 years I finally met Gøran’s mom. We all missed Romey.

Then it was a long drive through beautiful country to the cabin. There was still plenty of snow.

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We used the cabin as a base of operations for two trips up even higher into the mountains. The first was to Tyinstølsnøse (1386 m) on Saturday. Just amazing.

UP

DOWN

See more here.

In between we ate delicious fish, drank negronis in tiny mugs, slept not quite enough, and cooked over the fire outside.

Sunday morning the weather was perfect, so we had to don our skis and do it again. This time we skied straight up behind the cabin through the woods. The snow was so perfect that alpine back down through the woods was easy enough.

This is how I really felt.

The time was way too short, but my body was ready to rest. After our Sunday ski, we loaded up the car and headed to Bergen for another talk, some Norwegian “tacos” and a fancy dinner out.

The tacos (and the boys, who are quickly becoming young men).

The talk…

The present.

The cocktails at No Stress.

The dinner at Chérie.

A short but fantastic visit to Tyinkrysset.

Welcome fernet.

Room 620 for the win. The upgrade/refurbish is almost complete.

Dinner at Brazilia was not very brazilian. But it was fun.

Breakfast is the best.

The talk came early.

There was team building at CUBE. It was fun even though the pizza was bad.

Always great to hang out with friends.

BTW, you can skip all of the tourist restaurants at the fish market pier.

It was a short trip, bookended with the Rose Castle on the way to the cabin.

Five showerheads for the Oslo hotel of choice.

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.

What a difference a day makes! First of all, we have to thank Kevin who has his finger on the pulse of San Diego. He has been to the Lafayette before for dinner and knew what a cool place this is. And is it cool? Yes.

The lobby and the main bar are excellent. Quirky and strange and fun.

I was assigned room 226 after only a slight delay. The hotel is “eclectic cluttered” flavor, but somehow the design sensibility works. I guess it is possible to make things hang together by building a collage of most everything.

226 is rectangular, but it doesn’t feel like a hamster cage. About the only thing that needs work is the noise level. 226 faces the street and it is a bit noisy (for non city types anyway). The hotel did manage to get super quiet for about four hours around midnight when the power was taken down for construction. The quiet woke me up.

The hotel did its homework and greeted NPS with personalized stationary, a note about birthday, and a bottle of prosecco.

The difference in level of service between this hotel and the previous destination is like night and day. Thet have the NPS demographic nailed here.

I mean, just look at this bar. Apparently there is one of these in each room.

Home negroni? Why not.

Underberg?!

And the shower? Not at all plastic.

It was time to unwind from the meetings and talks. So down to the bar to await the arrival of my dinner companions

An expert-level Negroni with clear huge ice. Yes please.

Dinner at Quixote was very interesting (and expensive but well worth the price). The restaurant is a restructured church moved up from Mexico. Really interesting. The cocktail program is top notch and willing to play. We started with a CR#2 of course and moved on to a Paloma and some fernet.

Dinner is served tapas style. The lamb belly on mole was delicious.

Stringy cheese fondue.

NPS has never had cactus before.

After a brief stop by Heaven we headed to the game room to play some games. Fooseball!

We made a relatively early night of it, stopping in at the pool bar for a Paper Plane nighcap before crashing.

And then it was morning. Enough time for a leisurely breakfast before heading to the airport and back to Virginia.

All in all, we barely scratched the surface of the Lafayette. (We did learn to avoid the road side.) And we tried out a few of the many options here for fun. Suffice it to say, we will be back. Five showerheads and a dip in the pool next time for this excellent hotel.