After going to the MET museum, my mum and I spent the rest of the day lost in Central Park. I can tell you firsthand, that the streets of New York do not make you feel brand new, but rather the opposite after walking around all day. How dare you lie to me Alicia Keys.
The only cure for sore feet and the bitter feeling of betrayal? A cupcake from Magnolia’s Bakery of course.
After recharging our batteries with a sugary sweet treat, we headed to the Meatpacking District for drinks at the The Standard hotel. As I’ve mentioned before, the Standard is now renowned for being the location of Solange and Jay-Z’s now infamous fight and I was on a mission to find out what really happened in that lift. While from the outside, The Standard looks pretty, well…standard, resembling a glassy eyed council block, the inside is the real tour de force with the kind of sleek interiors which attracts models, ‘yes’ men and wayward artistes among the odd celebrity.
The bar at the top of The Standard is aptly named…The Top of The Standard. Revolutionary branding. The dress code depends less on what you’re wearing and more on who you are it seems, with some unlucky punters being turned away for wearing trainers, while others stroll through the golden gates with their dirty Converse trailing frayed laces. Maybe its time to polish off the ‘don’t you know who I am’ gaff, just incase.
Must have used a bit too much fake tan, looking a bit orange…
Once inside – if you make it inside – you’re bathed in an orange light which evidently attracts the beautiful, the mildly famous and the grossly surgically enhanced like moths to the flame. While I may not be any of the above, its hard to deny that the bar has a vibe which buzzes of the here and now.
When we arrived, it was heaving so the circular bar was surrounded by a two-deep layer of thirsty patrons waiting for the agonisingly slow barmen to pour their martini. This is the kind of place where its best to order two rounds in one if you’ve got the gusto and the wallet for it. While the wait may be almost criminal, the measures are generous – Americans don’t use single or double measures apparently – so you get more ‘tini for your dolla’ than you would at an English bar of the same calibre. Pros and cons, people.
Of course, while the main draw of a bar is usually its alcohol and the main drawback its toilets, the Top of The Standard marches to a different beat with views and toilets which are both as fabulous as the other. The floor to ceiling windows allow for a great view over to New Jersey and Manhattan and we were lucky enough to witness the city that never sleeps moving into the dark restless hours of the night.
Toilefie? No, that doesn’t work…
The view from the loo
These same floor to ceiling windows are also what have made the toilets such a trending topic. You can literally sit on the throne and continue to cast an eye over your kingdom. While they became notorious at first, with office blocks opposite catching an eyeful every time someone answered the call of nature, a handy net curtain has now been erected to preserve your modesty, not so fun in my eyes.
So, why did Solange and Jay-Z’s night end in fistie cuffs after their trip to The Standard? Well, Jay-Z’s obvious penchant for strawberry daiquiri’s, ordered one at a time resulted in Solange missing a re-run of Here Comes Honey Boo Boo’s finale (her favourite show, obvs) and matters only got worse when an unfortunate incident in a toilet led to Solange baring her soul (strategic word replacement there) to this side of lower Manhattan before a psychedelic art installation playing on the TVs in the lifts caused her to spin out in a rage fuelled by strongly mixed cocktails. No wonder Beyonce and Jay-Z’s statement was so vague.
I think I’ve accidentally made this review a bit scathing, so don’t be perturbed, I’ve read nothing but good things about the food and hotel experience of staying at The Standard and while The Top of The Standard has great toilets and even greater views most of us know that this package comes with the kind of pretentiousness that is inherent in a place that has been tipped as a place to be seen, so we kind of asked for it. In fact, the people watching is great and the experience wouldn’t be the same if it was just a load of old codgers ordering lager at the bar really would it?