W Atlanta – Midtown, Atlanta, Georgia – Hotel Review
The W Atlanta – Midtown started in life as a Fairmont, but one would never know this when arriving there. The glass-faced hotel towers 28 stories over Fourteenth Street, and with the sections of windows that are recessed or extended slightly, looks as though it was purpose built for Starwood’s hip, design-oriented brand. Walking through the front door, you would almost think you’re walking into a nightclub – which isn’t entirely off the mark, since the lounge on the second floor is one, and, should you ride in the elevator, the sudden burst of light and panoramic view of Atlanta’s city center just adds to the effect.
One of the first things I noticed upon arrival was the level of service. The hotel is modern, chic and edgy, and things like marble and suited staff were nowhere to be found. But from the moment the door of my monochromatic Lexus was opened for me, to the person who checked me in, and stored my bags until they would be delivered to my room once it was ready, the level of service was just as high as other luxury hotels but at the same time modern and cool without a hint of stuffiness
My Fantastic Suite on the 25th floor did a pretty good job at living up to its name. The suite consisted of two rooms: a living room with a dining area, and a separate bedroom. Floor-to-ceiling windows spanned across both. The suite was decorated in a ultra modern, monochromatic theme that was understated and tasteful.
In the living room area, a large, grey L-shaped sectional sofa was comfortable to sit on and ready to be used for entertaining. A large screen HDTV mounted on the wall with a Bose speaker system confirmed the suite’s purpose (of entertaining), along with a tray containing martini glasses, a cocktail shaker, mixers, and four larger than minibar-sized bottles of better vodkas and tequilas.
The bedroom was equally modern, with a king-size bed dominating the room. There was a large screen TV mounted on the wall across from the bed, and a comfortable chaise lounge against the floor to ceiling windows, which overlooked Midtown Atlanta with the Buckhead skyline in the distance. Opposite this birds-eye view was a floor to ceiling glass door looking into the walk-in shower, its rainfall showerhead, and constant supply of hot water. The vanity was well lit and modern, but the clear glass door to the bathroom made me glad I was traveling alone, period.
My only complaint about the room (other than the lack of a balcony, which is probably for the best) was that the noise coming from the adjoining room was extremely loud. Although the living room provided a buffer for the bedroom meaning that I could sleep in total serenity despite the party happening across the hall, that wasn’t the case for the adjoining guestroom as we shared a connecting door. Indeed, upon returning from my Sunday morning run in Piedmont Park, I more or less had a front row seat for my neighbors’ early morning activities, and my subsequent elevator ride with the room’s occupants was one of the more uncomfortable experiences of recent memory.