Four poster beds, rooms overlooking the courtyard pool…this is what people look for in most French Quarter hotels, and here it’s done with friendliness and no small amount of southern charm ( a cliche, I know. But it's a TRUE FACT.)
Wrought iron balconies and sun decks make it somewhere suitably atmospheric to peel away the layers of French Quarter bustle, and with only 83 rooms, it feels like you’ve been invited to a wealthy French aristocrat’s country manor house, rather than just having rolled in off the main drag. The rooms are unsurprisingly pretty traditional, and the standard ones we saw were spacious, with room to swing several cats and lounge around on the handy extra furniture afterwards. The breakfast is a fairly limited continental affair, BUT what makes it is the couple who man the breakfast station, who are a delightfully uncynical and friendly start to the day. I've gone down for a muffin in a stinker of a mood and returned with levity restored. At the time of writing, fine dining favourite Iris was closing and a new tiki-driven bar/restaurant was opening up. So that's a change of pace, but a potentially exciting one. |
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