"There's a prepared bong and a nice supply of hydro waiting for you in the room, sir", the concierge said as he slid the small, arty cards across the horizontal desk type surface toward me. Obviously making a joke about our room number, I thanked him and made my way upstairs. The post modern decor is quite art-centric with small splashes of Austin Powers-ish fembot shagadellic randiness. The room is small, but very comfortable. The Red Fin next door to MAX has a great happy hour menu to graze from during their 10 to 1 happy hour nightly. Jason's plane had a fuel leak and he ended up delayed in LAX until the wee hours of the morning. I took a limo downtown so he would have the car when he finally arrive. I've not been in Seattle in over a decade, but I already remember some of the reasons I liked it. Our room has a great view of downtown, but I can't see breakfast from here, so we're off to start the day.
I love hotels like that. Life’s too short to stay in cookie-cutter hotel rooms. This was the last hotel I stayed at:
It was amazing.
I’m so confused.
Oh well, have fun in Seattle
I’ve only visited the lobby and roof bar of the Standard but the rooms have been featured in movies. Though the style is different, it reminds me of this little arty hotel I stayed at in New York called the Ameritania. The whole time I was in either place I felt like I was in a Stanley Kubrick movie.
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