Oh, Midtown. Between your sky-high office buildings and yellow cabs whizzing past every which way, never did we think a little slice of Art Deco heaven would thrive, full of whimsy and masculine charm. Enter WestHouse: a lavish boutique hotel tucked into the intersection of 55th and Seventh, or rather, the nexus of city grit and hidden luxury.
Our friends at WestHouse teamed up with THE STAYCATIONERS for a total overhaul of the hotel site, followed by the usual staycation as the cherry on top. Opulence with a splash of debauchery ensued.
THE SPOT: WestHouse | 201 West 55th Street
THE STATS: 172 luxuriously appointed guest rooms, terrace, den, milk and cookies. Need we say more?
PERFECT FOR: A gentleman’s gathering. Okay, more like when your boys crash girls’ night. What can you do?
Yes, we did mention milk and cookies. Did you really think we’d breeze right past that? Those are available during the den’s “hours of indulgence,” and indulge THE STAYCATIONERS did. This joint certainly has no shortage of amenities, from a killer breakfast on the terrace and evening cocktails to bedside touch screen controls and in-room checkout. Shoutout to the pet pillows — WH is officially dog-friendly. It’s the little things that count.
Let’s pause for a moment to talk aesthetic. Jeffrey Beers did his thing with all the leather — add some eucalyptus wood, chevroned marble, and beveled mirrors, and generally plush accents that give this hotel the allure of a bygone era. What’s that intoxicating smell? No big, just WestHouse’s bespoke 12.29 scent. Bottle that up and call us Sally.
Nothing like an early morning coffee on a New York City terrace overlooking the sea of skyline. Even better is two fingers of whiskey within the confines of a leather-bound library overlooking the terrace that overlooks the skyline. Don’t forget the pup. THE STAYCATIONERS took over the seventh floor space for a bit of old fashioned fun — and old fashioned cocktails.
Ok Midtown, we get it. You’re cooler than we thought. THE STAYCATIONERS always heartily approve of a slumber party with a view, and this bad boy delivers.