235327 Responseshttp%3A%2F%2Fwww.nitrolicious.com%2Fblog%2F2009%2F05%2F26%2Face-hotel-new-york%2FACE+Hotel+New+York2009-05-26+22%3A00%3A58retrogurlhttp%3A%2F%2Fwww.nitrolicious.com%2Fblog%2F%3Fp%3D23532 to “ACE Hotel New York”
wow, look at the lobby! so cool the nyc location is now open. we and our (kid-at-heart) wedding guests stayed at the portland location a couple years ago and had a blast. the ace is great—they’re all about the little details. love that!
I used to live there!..that building used to be apartments…and I lived there until last year when i basically got kicked out so they could build that hotel! They’re still ppl living on the top floor I believe…crazy how they’ve transformed that place…the inside of that building was just awful when I lived there…and its so beautiful now!.
CAT SCRATCH FEVER: Pests & Blues on the Road Again
Mid-night, poured from a violently torn-apart tiny astro-pack left hours ago atop an elongated slab desk, fronting that room’s glossy painted black door, we tossed back handfuls of Ace’s pricey spicy toasted almonds.
Glazed over on arrival, we had zonked out on an oh-so-soft mattress.
Now standing there, in that small dark room next to each other, we smiled satisfied, drilling in each other’s rapacious rocker eyes, chewing fast and furious. S. on vocals and I would emerge from a fog on percussion tomorrow night, ran a thought; then, it started.
Reflexively S. shot up her leather clad arm, razor-sharp Goth painted nails’ desperately dipping below a liquid-tight black tee, savagely scratching her head’s base, as my much tattooed arm darted overhead, jabbing wildly, too, at what had just BITTEN ME! In a flash, our eyes re-affixed themselves upon one another, terror and shock burned mated to radical fear and rage: B_ _ B_GS, I shouted as she screamed. Down ACE’s telltale black painted hall’s corridor we raced, our heavy metal door self-slamming on our as_ _s.
Eternity passed at Ace-in-the-hole’s solo elevator; fingering our cell phones, agent Joe re-booked us, elsewhere!
P.S. On arrival, greeted on 29th by scary chanting: directly across the street, a nifty BASEMENT Mosque, with crowds of mean looking men shooting on the sidewalks (both sides) at one another in several languages: net effect; ceaseless chanting: CREEPY LOCALE BABY!
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very nice hotel!
wow, look at the lobby! so cool the nyc location is now open. we and our (kid-at-heart) wedding guests stayed at the portland location a couple years ago and had a blast. the ace is great—they’re all about the little details. love that!
nice..the decor is really urban like:)
I used to live there!..that building used to be apartments…and I lived there until last year when i basically got kicked out so they could build that hotel! They’re still ppl living on the top floor I believe…crazy how they’ve transformed that place…the inside of that building was just awful when I lived there…and its so beautiful now!.
I was just looking at their website to book a stay in June. But was not sure because of the bad reviews but Ok u made up my mind Ace hotel here I go.
Wow! its a nice hotel !Very cozy! I like the decor!
CAT SCRATCH FEVER: Pests & Blues on the Road Again
Mid-night, poured from a violently torn-apart tiny astro-pack left hours ago atop an elongated slab desk, fronting that room’s glossy painted black door, we tossed back handfuls of Ace’s pricey spicy toasted almonds.
Glazed over on arrival, we had zonked out on an oh-so-soft mattress.
Now standing there, in that small dark room next to each other, we smiled satisfied, drilling in each other’s rapacious rocker eyes, chewing fast and furious. S. on vocals and I would emerge from a fog on percussion tomorrow night, ran a thought; then, it started.
Reflexively S. shot up her leather clad arm, razor-sharp Goth painted nails’ desperately dipping below a liquid-tight black tee, savagely scratching her head’s base, as my much tattooed arm darted overhead, jabbing wildly, too, at what had just BITTEN ME! In a flash, our eyes re-affixed themselves upon one another, terror and shock burned mated to radical fear and rage: B_ _ B_GS, I shouted as she screamed. Down ACE’s telltale black painted hall’s corridor we raced, our heavy metal door self-slamming on our as_ _s.
Eternity passed at Ace-in-the-hole’s solo elevator; fingering our cell phones, agent Joe re-booked us, elsewhere!
P.S. On arrival, greeted on 29th by scary chanting: directly across the street, a nifty BASEMENT Mosque, with crowds of mean looking men shooting on the sidewalks (both sides) at one another in several languages: net effect; ceaseless chanting: CREEPY LOCALE BABY!