Favorite Hotels

In this poll we asked our T-Boy writers to name a favorite hotel, resort and cruise.

Debbie Roskamp: T-Boy Photographer and Writer

The Molino Stucky Hilton in Venice

When my PR team booked me a room at a Hilton Hotel, I was surprised. It seemed strange to me, a Hilton in Venice. But that all changed once I stepped into the sublime Molino Stucky Hilton, a repurposed flower mill, nestled on the shores of picturesque Giudecca Island. The hotel was accessible by a short shuttle boat, just a twenty-minute ride to Venice’s spectacular Grand Canal.

My room was one of the elegant Molino suites which evoked the timeless design of the history of Venice, featuring stylish décor embellished with fabrics and Murano glass design details, including the Murano glass chandeliers. The views were enchanting, complete with comfortable king-size Serenity Beds and separate living rooms. The Executive Lounge offered complementary beverages, snacks and meals. The roof top pool featured breathtaking views and proved the perfect way to relax and unwind after exploring the hustle-bustle of Venice.

Audrey Hart: T-Boy Food Writer

The Paul Gauguin – Tahiti

As the Paul Gauguin docked in Tahiti, the first thing I noticed was the intoxicating scent of tropical vegetation. My cabin on the vessel was spacious, but what was waiting for me outside was even better. Indigenous Tahitian cuisine features what’s available from the land and sea. With such a plethora of fresh fruit and fish, it is virtually impossible to starve on the islands. Due to presence of the French (Tahiti is part of French Polynesia) there is a delectable hybrid of French and Polynesian creations. Coconut milk and vanilla – much stronger than the vanilla found in Mexico – are incorporated in many of the dishes. Poisson Cru, tuna cured in lime juice with chopped green onions, cucumbers and tomatoes; and Fife, a chicken stew with spinach-like taro leaves are among my favorites. The taro root (more flavorful than Hawaiian poi) is boiled like potatoes and not pounded. Breadfruit, sweet potatoes, and plantains also offer typical island starch fare. Mangoes, bananas, watermelon, pineapple, papaya, guava, sour sop and pummelo are in abundance. From the lagoons come parrotfish, perch, and mullet; from the open sea the freshest of tuna, bonito, Wahoo, scad and mahi mahi. For an insightful overview of these gastronomic delights, visit the main market in downtown Papeete, the capital of French Polynesia. Bon appétit!

Fyllis Hockman: T-Boy Writer

Mohonk: Sumptuous Old-World Flavor Tastefully Wrapped in Casual Elegance

When the couple, there for their 20th visit, commented that it was the first time they had taken the house tour -– one of the staples of the Mohonk Mountain House experience — I asked what they had been doing all those years. Liz and Dan Gleason from Haddon Heights, NJ replied: “There’s just so much to do all the time, you just can’t fit it all in. Every year, there’s a new surprise. This year, it’s the Smiley family parlor.”

And therein lie two of the greatest pleasures at this glorious old resort in New Paltz, NY –- activities to keep you busy all day (but only if desired) and the connection to the Smiley family, who has owned and operated the resort for over 150 years.

That connection reverberates throughout the property, which has been dragged kicking and screaming into the 21st century. First bought in 1869 by twins Albert and Alfred Smiley, the 10-room tavern that sat on 300 acres of lake and farm area has been expanded to encompass 266 rooms in connected buildings spanning a sixth of a mile, while the property now extends to 1200 acres, all of which is being regularly sanitized in compliance with CDC guidelines.

Which leaves you very unprepared for the grandiose creation greeting you as you drive up. The mammoth building sitting atop a hill more resembles a haunted house than a mountain resort. All jutting angles and balustrades, widows peaks and turrets, circular, angular and pointed wood, stone and rock cliffs result in a hodge-podge of architectural styles for which eclectic is an understatement. It’s an imposing mish-mosh of disparate styles, all tacked one upon the other, without thought to form or aesthetic. You don’t know whether you’ve arrived at a world-class hotel (which it is), Rapunzel’s castle or the Addams Family abode; you do know that it’s wonderful.

A walk through its many halls presents a similar adventure. A labyrinth of hallways, stairways, cubicles and cubby halls features a surprise at every turn: a library, billiard room, activity center. The life-size stuffed Basset Hound and Russell Terrier in front of the gift shop were so real I was sure I heard them bark.

Around every corner, a rocking chair, lounge chair, or settee looking out on yet another beautiful view. Long porches and outdoor alcoves everywhere lined with more rocking chairs, many facing the lake caressed by canoes, rowboats, kayaks and paddle boats beckoning for attention. The whole idea is to get guests to look at, get out in and enjoy the surrounding nature. Or not. Sitting also is good.

Some resorts boast multiple restaurants and swimming pools –- at Mohonk, it’s rocking chairs and gazebos. The connection with nature is all-encompassing. Be prepared: there are so many places -– gazebos, benches, chairs, hidden nooks, alcoves, both indoors and out — enticing you to just sit and read that you should carry a book with you at all times (or, if you’re under 18, your iPod).

Sitting on our balcony –- on yes, yet another rocking chair — overlooking the views was so peaceful we had to force ourselves to get up and start undertaking the myriad of activities awaiting us. As an incentive to get moving, the map of the building lists 59 different destinations –- and those are just indoors!

Just as the current structure is essentially unchanged since 1902, the same goes for the initial mission of the resort, as first espoused by Albert Smiley: it remains dedicated to a renewal of the mind, body and spirit in a beautiful natural setting. That vision still permeates the property, embodying an old-world ambience that adds charm and character that no modern-day hotel complex can come close to matching.
You want to do some hiking, rock-climbing or mountain biking? You’re in the right place. Want to ride a snowmobile, a Jet Ski or watch TV – you’re not. Mohonk is all about tranquility. And simplicity. This is not the kind of place where they bring you umbrella drinks by the pool.

Okay, there actually is a TV located in one of the meeting rooms but a guest survey taken several years ago in which 97% of respondents said they didn’t want them in the rooms probably assures that there won’t be many more making an appearance. And the 15-20 local Smileys still involved in day-to-day operations probably also guarantee that the same ideal will continue. But make no mistake: this is no out-dated, out-of-touch, old-fashioned resort experience; I predict an exciting, activity-laden, fun-filled time to which, like the Gleasons, you’ll want to return to year-after-year.

Now, about those outdoor activities? There’s swimming, inside and out, fitness center and spa, boating, fishing, yoga, guided nature tours, croquet, golf, disc golf, tennis and, in winter, ice skating, snowshoeing and tubing. Eighty-five miles of carriage roads and trails are available for hiking, running, biking, horseback riding and cross-country skiing.

Strolling the grounds is an activity in itself, past fish ponds, a putting green, stables, a Barn Museum chock-full of fascinating antiques and historic memorabilia, and extensive award-winning gardens. Some are laid out in a well-marked precisely structured design, an interesting antidote to the resort’s chaotic architectural structure; other less manicured foliage spill out over more trellised walkways and, yes, more gazebos, leading around, through, between, beneath and beyond an intricate maze — literally — of evergreen trees. Mohonk mellows, meditates and motivates all at the same time. For more information, call 1/800-772-6646 or visit www.mohonk.com.

Ringo Botano

Hotel Montana, Switzerland

Much of Lucerne, Switzerland, was before me from my spacious corner room at the Art Deco Hotel Montana.

Richard Carrol: T-Boy Writer

 Ballyfin, Ireland

The rhythms of time and earth and an enormous surging power of culture were hauntingly striking as we were met at the gates by Head Butler and Coachman Lionel Chadwick and his carriage pulled by two prancing horses, who led the way to BallyFin, a neoclassical, 1826, castle-like hotel in the heart of Ireland, amidst a 614-acre estate. The teeth of autumn gnawed at the weather, as the songs of unseen birds drifted in a gusty wind.

Stepping inside this historic building, guests are greeted by a warm Irish welcome. A vanished era is vividly brought back to life at BallyFin, with an unsurpassed grandeur of serenity steeped in eternal memories. The 20-room hotel with whispered secrets, is enamored by Irish hospitality, which is among the best in the world along with Mexico and Fiji. The hotel with crystal chandeliers, inland timber flooring, glorious paintings, and an ambience without a drop of pretension. BallyFin is also home to Michelin-starred chef Richard Picard-Edwards and his eight-acre walled produce garden, which assists the chef in his culinary creativity, set on a table with crystal and silver. When the capriciousness of time told us it’s time to pack our bags, we wished that instead, we were only arriving.

A hotel on the border of Mexico and Guatemala

Covering the world my entire adult life, as a working journalist, with an editorial focus south of the U.S. border, I was driving the African Queen, a VW camper, on assignment, to Panama, as the sun was slowly fading, because it’s not wise to drive at night in Mexico or Guatemala. I stopped in an unnamed village in Guatemala on the Mexico border, at something that looked like a small hotel with a bent sign with bullet holes advertising Cobro beer, and where three lazy dogs out front, not bothering to bark, were sleeping. I walked in, brushing past another sleeping dog who didn’t bother to move, to a small, sagging counter and an attractive, smiling lady with a gold tooth, and blazing black hair, who greeted me wearing a handful of green jade jewelry. I spoke to her in Spanish, and she replied in Q’anjob’al, one of 22 recognized Maya languages. An elderly man sitting on a faded Equipale chair in a corner, who looked like Zorba the Greek, spoke to me in Spanish, explaining that she didn’t speak Spanish, only Maya, and her name is Alitzel. I asked him if he would ask Alitzel if she had a room available. There were only six rooms, but by pure luck, one was available in the back with a window. Alitzel, translated from Maya to English, “Smiling girl,” wrote the number 114 on a scrap of paper, which, converted from quetzales, is just over fifteen dollars. The room had a sink, a ceiling fan, and a cot-like bed with clean bedding. The commode was just down the hall with a few lizards playing tag on the walls, and one dangling lightbulb. I fell asleep, and in about an hour or so, I was awakened by the wonderful sounds of marimba music. I looked out the window, and among the palm trees on a patio, was a colorful hammock where a gray-headed lady was lounging, and a family of four musicians, shoulder to shoulder, one maybe eleven years old, playing a custom and lengthy marimba, next to a rusted old truck that was used as a chicken coop for free-ranging chickens. The serenade lasted for hours, and it was the best night’s sleep ever. In the morning there was a knock on the door, I opened the door to find on a tray, a pot of the famed Guatemalan coffee, hot rolls, white cheese, a steaming dish with eggs, and some savory Maya specialties decorated with pungent flowers. I offered Alitzel, who was wearing an intricately embroidered traditional Maya huipil, to pay for breakfast, but with a few words in broken Spanish, she said, “It’s part of the 114 quetzales.” She also asked me if I would like to have a dog. I would return to Alitzel’s place again, if I could find it, and hopefully the marimba family would be available.    

Phil Marley

The Westin Hotel in San Francisco, California

With a spacious suite overlooking Union Square, cable cars skited up the hill. My stay would never be complete without an Irish Coffee at the lounge.

Ed Boitano: T-Boy Writer

The towering Star Clipper

The Star Clipper is one of the largest and fastest sailing ships on the sea today. Modeled after the clipper ships of the past, it seamlessly blends the best traditions of that legendary era with state-of-the-art amenities of today. With a maximum of just 170 guests, accommodations are spacious and life aboard is relaxed. Morning begins with the hoisting of the sails to the accompaniment of the title theme from the film Master and Commander. It is a moment which most passengers, who are there as much for the nautical experience as the destinations, never miss. Passengers can climb the mast to one of the Crow’s Nest for panoramic views, or quite literally hang on one of the two Widow’s Nets, a blanket-like braided net that hangs over the side of the vessel. Creature comforts include elegant dining room, Tropical Bar and Piano Bar and swimming pools. Snorkeling, sailing, waterskiing and windsurfing are also available. What I liked best was that you could get to know your traveling companions in a casual atmosphere. I think I even made some life-long friends.

Raoul Pascual: T-Boy writer

No particular hotel

I am not easily impressed. I would say the most plush hotel I’ve been to was in Florida when I accompanied my wife to one of her conferences. But I can’t remember the hotel. But again, for me, one hotel is the same as the other. In Manila I slept overnight at a pod and that was good enough for me. As long as there’s a place to rest, that’s fine with me. I don’t go out of town to enjoy a hotel. I go for the location. I’m too much of a cowboy I guess.

Perhaps the most fun I’ve had is the Time Share we went to in Angel Crest, CA because that was the first real adventure we had with the kids. But it wasn’t the place that made it enjoyable but the family I got to enjoy it with.