Apologies for the delay in this but I got back from New York more hungover than jet-lagged and it’s taken me until now to wade through the treacle which was my work week last week to get on top of things.
Oh my, what a weekend away, we really did start as we intended to go on with breakfast at the divine Virgin Atlantic Clubhouse, so much more refined than my regular Starbucks stop off and now I’ve had a taster I really don’t want to go back! Nothing more fabulous than to set yourself up with eggs benedict and fresh fruit salad, a visit to the spa before boarding a flight *sighs *. We hit 100 degree humidity as soon as we stepped from the ‘plane but thank goodness the good ol’ US of A is the home of A/C and we embraced it with open arms.
Oh my, once we got into our room it was well worth all the anticipation, the Greenwich Hotel website is a feast for sore eyes but once you experience it in all its glory it really is an interiors triumph. 88 rooms, all completely different; Wood flooring, beautiful Moroccan tiled bathroom (with A-MAZING shower heads I wanted to bring home), an ENORMOUS bed with sumptuous bed linen, dark wood furniture and more incredible there was no noise from the city beyond and glory be; a GOODY basket that was replenished every day! Including all our favourites; chocolate chip cookies, cashew nuts, rolos, pretzels, twizzlers and much, much more, as they also include all soft drinks with the room rate you kind of wonder why you need to leave your room at all. However, we managed to test the cocktails later in the bar, and yep, it all worked for us!
Miss Jones x