Hotel Edison

On a cold day in NYC, it is important to be able to find some comfy seating indoors. Unfortunately some sooty hotels don't let you 'sit' in their lobby. Just the previous day, Dad and I popped into this smaller hotel near the theater to escape the cold until the lobby opened. We walked over to a few couches in the hotel lobby only to have the desk clerk question us, "Are you a guest of the hotel?"

I Quickly replied, "Were waiting for someone."

He barked back, "Which guest are you waiting for?"

I was a deer caught in headlights. I'm sure I even looked panicked, mouth agape, eyes stunned.

Dad quickly replied, "Morty Feinstein. We're calling him now."

That seemed to quite the guy for a bit although I heard him tell a co-worker, who questioned what we were doing sitting on their cheap couch, "There waiting for someone." So I guess Dad's power of telling a quick lie isn't passed down genetically.

For today's respite, we relaxed in the lobby of Hotel Edison. I love the murals. A bit of old-school NYC.