As a new member of IgoUgo's travel club, I was excited to take advantage of the $25 per night special member rate at selected hotels and during my most recent NYC trip, I did so at the Paramount Hotel.
The Paramount is a member of the Ian Schrager family of hotels (see the Ian Schrager Hotels web site for more info). Having stayed at Schrager's Hudson Hotel and visited the Paramount's Whiskey Bar, I had a good idea of what to expect. Still, when I arrived Saturday afternoon, exhausted from a very late night out Friday, the experience was jarring.
The Paramount is part hotel, part nightclub and part living art exhibit. The doorman was young, friendly and gorgeous, definitely hoping to be discovered and not for his taxi hailing skills. Once inside, I found stylishly mismatched modern furniture, flattering dim lighting and more attractive staff members, all wrapped up in an ambient house beat. Post check-in, I passed the unusual nouveau newsstand, I hopped into the glowing elevator. This one was lit all in red, but during my stay, I also rode in the green and yellow elevators.
My room... I expected tiny, the Paramount being a chic New York City boutique hotel, and that's just what I got. Decorated primarily in white, the room's splashes of color came from navy and cream blocked carpeting and a huge oil canvas behind the bed. The queen size bed was low to the ground, covered with at least six pillows and, I later learned, comfortable. At the end of the bed was a desk - also white, a beautiful sculptural white chair and white chest containing the television, VCR (huge video library available - $8.50 per rental) and mini bar.
Like a lot of NYC hotel rooms, this one featured no view to speak of (unless you like parking lots), but I expected that. An in-window a/c unit somewhat obscured the view of the lot. Ancient paint on the only openable window pane made me think of a East Village dumpy apartment instead of my glamorous hotel so I pulled the blinds closed and didn't peek out again.
The greatest disappointment? The bathroom. Although the conical stainless steel sink was awesome, the shower was inexcusable. So tiny that while showering, the shabby rag of a shower curtain was touching me at all times. The tile was just short of decrepit; old and grimy with a large lump on one side. The Paramound skimps on toiletries, providing just soap and one tiny bottle of an all-in-one shampoo/conditioner.
Bottom line, would I stay here again? Yes, but only with a discount and only if I would receive a guarantee about a larger, more updated bathroom. Otherwise, you can find me at the much more plush Millenium UN Plaza or crashing on a friend's couch.