Oh, hotel bars how I miss thee
If you follow me on Twitter, you know I have posted more than a few times about how I surprisingly miss hotel bars the most when I find myself reminiscing about certain aspects of business travel. As I have wondered why that is, I thought it would be interesting for my own reflection (and for those of you who may be feeling the same way) to try to understand what it is it that I experience and enjoy in the usual emptiness of hotel bars, which I still feel the absence of a year into the pandemic.
Here is what I came up with:
There is a sense of immediate acceptance. I don’t have to assess if I will get served. Some of you might be familiar with that 5-10 minutes when the staff keeps walking by you and you are trying to determine if they are not approaching because they are in the weeds, there is a shift change or that you are Black. I have yet to have this experience at a hotel bar.
It is in the hotel, so I can come as I am — usually post gym. Because I am a solo business traveler, I feel freed from the need to perform and the expectations associated with being a woman in this work. Additionally, the hotel menu options allow me to eat well and smart — a difficult feat when you are on the road 30-50% of the time (or were).
Highly likely there is Veuve on the menu. My BFF’s daughter announced I was fancy when she was 10 about 10 years ago - why fight it.
I can be with people and work while also being alone and undisturbed.
I have lived on the West Coast most of my adult life. And yet, there are reminders of my East Coast beginnings which bring me a unique comfort. One of the reminders that transports me to a different time is aged walnut, cherry or mahogany wood. I tend to seek out hotel bars with this aesthetic as it provides a backdrop for my younger and current selves to meet.
It will be a while before business travel comes back.
And when it does, you know where to find me.
First drink (your choice) on me.