When traveling for personal reasons, I usually do it budget-style. However, I have always wondered what it was like to live like the rich and famous, so this time around, having racked up some Westin points, I made reservations for three nights at the St. Regis.
My first reaction was that of surprise. After having driven past the Hyatt and its imposing, albeit crass and impersonal, glass façade that cried out loudly "we serve very important people," I was deposited in front of a fairly non-descript building. As it was set way back from the street, I did not see it until we drove to the front door. Although we came to appreciate the fact that it was all understated, our first reaction was closer to: "Uh-oh, did this taxi driver take us for a ride? Did he just drop us in front of the wrong hotel?"
Our doubts were dispelled the minute we walked through the door. The lobby was a grand vision of white marble and towering palm trees. Because our room was not quite available, we were escorted to the 18th floor, where drinks were served. Then a front desk clerk came to show us to our room. Having gotten it free, we were expecting some cursory space, thinking that this hotel would no doubt have some cringe-worthy rooms set aside for just this occasion. Our surprise started when we saw the foyer, then the walk-in closet, then real orchids in the bathroom and carnations in the bedroom. I have not stayed anywhere with a foyer and walk-in closet and real flowers before, not even the top hotels in the US.
The room was great, but the service was even better. A few minutes after we settled in, our own floor "butler" rang and offered to unpack and press our clothes. Having mentally reviewed the budget stuff that we packed, we declined her offer (aaahh, what a waste). She then volunteered to bring us tea, coffee, and fruits. From then on, every time we needed something, including unlimited water, coffee, and shoe shines, we called our butler. When we needed a transformer for the battery charger and electric shaver, our butler, a young lady who must not have weighed more than 100 lbs, quickly came back with a 30-lb transformer. Never have I seen anything that big, but she laughed and said that many people ask for this type of thing. Believe it or not, if you are extremely lazy, your butler can draw bath water for you. Now, that’s ridiculous.
I can see why the St. Regis is the choice of many American diplomats. You never want for anything, and since the hotel has a world-class health club, four restaurants, plus a cigar lounge and a couple of bars, you might just as well sit back and pretend you are still back stateside, with the exception that now you have a "butler." Sounds obnoxious, but I have to admit that I enjoyed every minute of it.