Brooklyn, New York
March 6, 2005
After being hit by the enthusiasm--an enthusiasm I couldn’t even muster at 22--of the retired-lawyer manager, Guy, and his sidekick dog, we entered a room with a complete mish-mash of decorations that somehow fit perfectly together, from the bold portraits seemingly gathered in a remote South American village to the Asian-print silk screens. The house beaming with an overwhelmingly quaint atmosphere, I feared I had pushed Danny too far with my too-wholesome pick, but he just ambled along beside his new four-legged friend, tail between his legs if he had one, as we were shown to our room named after one James Logan.
After, sadly, discovering the cozy fireplace to be out of commission, I moved to inspect the fake flowers sitting on the large wooden desk, only to find... real, honest-to-God flowers... no, no, fresh, real, honest-to-God flowers. Maybe I have been in New York one year too many...
Later, after dragging myself off the big-enough-to-sleep-a-family-of-four monstrosity of a bed, imagining myself to be Amanda Hearst or some other equally as glamorous heiress, there was the most breathtaking sight I’d been exposed to in months—a bathroom not only big enough for me to do more than stand up and turn around in but to walk more than *8* steps through, and not in a circle, either. (Anyone subjected to a Manhattan apartment bathroom knows where this awe stems from.) It was hard to forgo the $200-a-night room with, dare I whisper it, the aforementioned Jacuzzi tub, but this glorious, well-lit, grime-free thing of beauty would do.
Continuing to humor my fantasy of adoption by the Hearst family, Danny agreed to pull away from the hoard of pillows covering our bed in time for the full breakfast, where I could imagine Guy being my personal chef as he offered up made-to-order omelets, Danny’s having the mystery of a secret ingredient; tea; coffee; crumpets; jelly; zucchini bread (indescribably good); and fruit. Ahhhhh, if only I had a net worth of millions for being a Taylor...
From journal Cheesesteaks, Quirky B&B's, and South Street Mania