By Terry Trucco
It was just a matter of time. The Surrey, a small 1920s hotel, occupies a prime spot steps from Madison Avenue’s high-end boutiques, art galleries and the Whitney Museum of Art. For years it was a frowsy but dependable place where East Siders put up visiting relatives or moved in after a divorce if the nearby Carlyle proved too pricey.
But tt was too well located to continue on that path.
And it didn’t. The hotel closed for renovations as a shabby dowager and reopened in 2009 — as what? I recently checked in for a night to find out.
The lobby, an elegant mix of black, white and gray with an exquisite mosaic tile floor, all but screams that the Surrey is reborn. And it’s a beauty, a mix of Art Deco, Woman of the Year glamour and East Side chic. Irving Penn could have posed his glamorous subjects here, sprawled on the small velvet sofa next to the fresh white roses.
As for the flameless pillar candles lined up on the mirror-backed shelves behind, sweet. (more…)