The Hotel Atlanta is located in the sector of Berlin that resembles the Avenue Montaigne in Paris, peppered with exclusive designer boutiques and starred restaurants. Although our initial impressions of it felt less than welcoming, we would find this a satisfying home base.
Immediately inside the elegant entrance was a Himalaya-steep flight of stairs. Scaling this staircase with bulky luggage brought us only to the level of the front desk. (There is, as we found out too late, an elevator to the front desk level, cleverly hidden behind a discrete door.) Checking in check-in, we discovered that our rooms were two floors above us at a 4th level (or 3rd Floor in European standards). We were stunned to see that the only way to reach them was by a one-person-at-a time narrow winding staircase with a coarse rope handrail up a turret shaped tower attached to the building. It became a hysteria-producing adventure bungling bulky cases up these narrow steps. But with good comradeship, we eventually reached our assigned level.
Our pleasant rooms were worth this effort. We found them unusually spacious, and more like suites. Elegant lamps on more elegant tables were set next to large twin beds piled with snowy down coverlets. Furnished with comfy chairs, a small desk, couch, coffee table (and refrigerator) our décor made an attempt at a Louis XVI style. But most rooms had modern furniture (read Ikea) sprinkled in with the pseudo-French stuff. Smallish televisions had those English-speak channels that we couldn’t live without (MTV & CNN). Comfortable size bathrooms with large well-appointed showers, huge mirrors with a nice bright make-up lights and a hand built-in but temperamental hair dryer met our needs nicely. Everything surface was spotlessly clean with no hint of a mold odor.
The room’s best feature was the screened-in porches that faced a pretty interior garden courtyard. After a hot day of classes and related site visits, these became our green place to meet a cool breeze and a cold beer. We soon discovered that these were not so very private verandas as we could see the other people in our group out on their screen porches all around the courtyard. But we devised a weird sort of party-style, being in our individual rooms and still hanging out together.
A breakfast buffet was set in two adjoining sometimes-sunny rooms appointed with large French doors that opened to a lovely view of the chic boutiques set into Beaux-Arts facades sprouting pot of bright flora. You could breakfast on meat and eggs or jam and bread, then window shop for something Gucci with coffee.
The staff was initially rather unfriendly, but warmed after several fractured attempts at speaking German to them. One kindness on their part yielded a nearby (and needed) Laundromat on Uhlandstrasse, the next street west of the Hotel. The Laundromat is conveniently located next to a Kondeteri with yummy pastry and sidewalk tables to spend the time waiting for your clothes to dry.