NEW YORK HOTEL REVIEW:
Sultry and off-track don't happen much in Manhattan but the Rose Bar at Gramercy Park Hotel has the smoke and mirrors if required.
We love the revolving art that seems plucked from a '60s loft and deeply lust after the uniform for cocktail waitresses here - a black, Narciso Rodriguez-style dress with thick halter straps and a form-fitting skirt.
We don't mind pouring a few drinks.
Let's say deal?
Rushing through the city, champagne on your tongue, rock'n'roll at your feet. Slurring through downtown speakeasies, raucous warehouses, and bold, swanky, rooftops. Breathless conversation, skylines for days, and city views that skip a beat. They call it New York, but we say it's drop dead.
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