After our smooth as ice check-in, Lori and I were escorted (not from the building amazingly) to the elevators and asked if we needed assistance to get to our room. We declined, figuring that, as worldly travelers, we could probably operate both the elevator and the door to the room on our own. Silly us. The elevators at the Plaza are a little bit older and a whole lot smaller than what I'm used to. We initially tried to get in an elevator with another couple, but since they had their luggage with them (which reminded me that I had no idea where ours was) we couldn't fit. Lori and I caught the next elevator and
|Our room, once we made it to the 9th floor.|
Fortunately the door to the room didn't have any Plaza quirks to it, and we strolled in to our room in the illustrious Plaza hotel to find ourselves gasping "Wow, is this ever small." Now in the Plaza's defense, since this trip I've stayed at quite a few more New York hotels that have been even smaller, but at the time I think this was the tiniest room I had
|Hmmm..probably not Victorian right?|
We knew our bags were going to eventually make their way up, but we had been too busy enjoying our five star room to give it much thought. Now they were here, and we had to figure out how to tip the bellman. I went to get the door while Lori started trying to find whatever money we still had left in the darker corners of our wallets. The bellman brought our bags in, set them up, and then began explaining the features of the room to us, which I really should have been listening to as I had no idea how to control anything, but I was busy watching Lori scrounging for cash. Just as the guy was finishing his spiel, Lori held up 10 fingers to me and I breathed a sigh of relief. $10 wasn't a great tip, but it was going to have to do under the circumstances. The bellman started towards the door and I discretely reached over to Lori so she could give me the $10, which she did. In change. Have you ever tipped the bellman in a five star hotel in all coins? I have, and I don't recommend it as an ego-boosting activity.
|View from the room. I wonder how many coins there are in that fountain?|
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