The Nomad Hotel
The Nomad Hotel. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thy parlour, thy fireplace, thy bar, thy other bar, thy library - every inch of dining space which serves to such a decadent taste. And if love could be but best given to one, I would love thee thy atrium better than the rest. With its sun strung ceiling of pyramidal glass lighting up the luxe, old world portraiture of dining below. And while brunch here won't exactly cost a sonnet, their Croque Madame and Smoked Pork Belly side are completely worth their price as mere, albeit delicious, props in your beautifully staged brunch scene.
The Nomad Hotel, 1170 Broadway
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