One of my favorite places in the city is The Plaza Hotel. I've never stayed the night, but absolutely love visiting and walking throughout the beautifully decorated lobby, conservatory and hidden away Oak Room. The ambiance is transporting; I can so easily imagine myself in a pillbox hat with birdcage veil daintily sampling a mini cucumber sandwich. Cheers, dahling!
In spring, the main entrance is decorated with vibrant fresh flowers in a variety of pink hues. During Christmastime, the foyer is filled with a staggeringly large tree, decorated each season by a different local artist. Last time I was here, Ms. Betsey Johnson herself had gone to town with an explosion of glitter and feather boa tinsel. By night, iconic Palm Court is eerily calm in comparison to the bustle of brunch and High Tea.
Tucked away at the rear of the hotel is the famed Oak Room and Oak Bar, near a more obscure side entrance directly across from Central Park. Sadly, the bar was closed for regular service recently, when the hotel switched to new ownership, though it is available for private parties. On an off night, it's definitely worth the trip for a peek at the gorgeous ceilings and to emulate Fräulein Maria testing out the big, empty ballroom when she thinks no one is looking (or perhaps that's just me?). Also highly entertaining to pass through the back entrance hallway, as it is lined with large scale black and white photographs of famed guests of yore.
And of course, an homage to The Plaza's most famous pint-sized inhabitant.
"I am Eloise. I am six. I am a city child. I live at The Plaza."