Lawrence
The Populus hotel is somewhat new, and already possessed of a staff that manages to be warm without being cloying, engaged without performing engagement. A rare thing, that.
The room, I should note, was not large. Manhattan has conditioned me to accept certain spatial indignities, but Seattle, one expects, operates under different assumptions. No matter — what the room lacked in square footage it more than compensated for with a bed of almost suspicious comfort, a bathroom that knew its business, and amenities that suggested someone with actual taste had done the sourcing. The coffee and tea were, refreshingly, not an afterthought.
The art, displayed throughout with evident conviction, is original work — not the usual exercise in inoffensive abstraction one finds plastered across the corridors of lesser establishments.
Practically speaking, the hotel sits in cheerful proximity to the train station and to whatever sporting cathedral the Seattles watch their fave sport. We shall, without question, return.
The room, I should note, was not large. Manhattan has conditioned me to accept certain spatial indignities, but Seattle, one expects, operates under different assumptions. No matter — what the room lacked in square footage it more than compensated for with a bed of almost suspicious comfort, a bathroom that knew its business, and amenities that suggested someone with actual taste had done the sourcing. The coffee and tea were, refreshingly, not an afterthought.
The art, displayed throughout with evident conviction, is original work — not the usual exercise in inoffensive abstraction one finds plastered across the corridors of lesser establishments.
Practically speaking, the hotel sits in cheerful proximity to the train station and to whatever sporting cathedral the Seattles watch their fave sport. We shall, without question, return.
