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Wythe Hotel

Wythe Hotel

Wythe Hotel

Wythe Hotel

Wythe Hotel

Wythe Hotel

Wythe Hotel

Wythe Hotel

Address 80 Wythe Avenue; NY 11249
between 11th and 12th Street
Neighbourhood Brooklyn – Williamsburg | See on map
Subway Nassau Av [G], Bedford Av [L], East River Ferry [N 6th St/Kent Av]
Telephone +1 718 460 8000
Website http://wythehotel.com/
Price Rates from USD 179 plus tax

Williamsburg continues to grow up. Already known for its great restaurants, neo-dive bars and clothing stores, it’s transforming into a neighbourhood where you might actually consider staying, even without an overnight invitation from one of the local hipster hotties.

The Wythe Hotel, however, would be an enticing option in any part of town, when you don’t need a full-service deal. Set up in an converted factory across from Brooklyn Bowl, its 72 rooms all come with fabulous 13-foot ceilings and oversized windows, with bare brick walls and cast iron columns giving the place that lofty industrial air that New York does so well.

Retro-minimalist with ‘nouveau toile’ wallpaper and many original features kept or reused – the beds are made from the former pine ceilings – the rooms are both charming and comfortable, with options ranging from bunk bed doubles (each with their own mini TV) to corner rooms with patios and spacious lofts. ‘Band rooms’ (sleeping up to six) are available for larger groups.

Curiously there’s no room service, but you’d want to check out The Reynards ground floor restaurant in any case, run by hotspot operator Andrew Taylor known from Diner and Marlow & Sons. Perpetually busy, rich rustic food – like the design and everything else in the hotel, locally sourced as far as possible – is served straight out of the wood-fired oven. (Unfortunately, the onsite gym is of the not-so-useful box-ticking variety.)

A bonus for lodgers is access to The Ides (open 19-01 Wed-Sun only), the hotel’s rooftop bar with killer views of Manhattan. The door policy can be a bitch for non-staying guests, but it’s perfect for summer soirees minus the tramps. Well, apart from the Billyburg hipsters of course. You never can tell these days.