The hotel, nestled in a residential neighborhood (the property was an apartment building in a former life) sneaks up on you and can easily be missed. The valet dressed in ivy and the entryway is flanked with gas-burning lanterns, which made me feel very at home arriving at 2 am; a flickering glowing beacon. My suite, if one might call this a suite, I suspect was larger than many residences in the busy surrounding
neighborhood and provided all the comforts of home. A step-down living room, fireplace, kitchen, well-appointed bath (who doesn’t like C.O. Bigelow?), and large screens and technology throughout. The Moroccan theme and colors magenta, mustards, and browns make one feel very at home. Moreover, I spent more than five hours at the rooftop private club, pool, and restaurant and bar and report they are all top-notch and not a single complaint. If I were to identify any detractions I might mention the very, very small elevator and, albeit well-appointed, the very small bath (even in my suite); not to mention Bellmen in Moroccan attire including headdress, yet wearing Nike athletic shoes – a mild oversight. Such small things will never get in the way of my next visit.
Would I recommend Petit Ermitage you ask? But of course. I not only recommend a stay with the Petit Ermitage, but I’m also already planning my return. Next time with targets set on a romantic weekend. Petit Ermitage fits the bill.
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