Every so often, I think of the Delano Hotel, in South Beach. It doesn't have to be a cold winter day in New York to find this warm mental escape. Today, it is a muggy August day on 64th Street and Central Park West. I am wearing my favorite linen suit and carrying a full garment bag (which feels more like I am wearing a snow suit and lugging cinder blocks on a hanger) on my way to visit a client. For some reason, I catch my self thinking of the air that surrounds The Delano. It is this amazing twist of fine champagne and a baby's laugh.
I remember the first time a friend recommended I visit the palace, and my first reaction was, "How great can it really be?"...Later that night, I ate those words while sipping a great cocktail in the minimally decorated lobby, that managed to maintain a quirky antique shop vibe, while still feeling like a regal Roman mansion.
If you don't want to stay the night, at the very least, the next time you find yourself in South Beach stop in for a drink.