Restored boutique hotel on pink sand beach, tropical decor






Old, Banks Rd, Governor's Harbour, Bahamas Get directions
"An open‑air pavilion with a high spire and slow‑moving fans, this was our place for irresistible cocktails between beach idling and sunset—a breeze‑cooled, sociable pause that distills Potlatch’s serene, pampered spirit." - Adam Sachs
"With just 11 keys across 12 lush acres, the Potlatch Club evokes the feeling of summering at a friend’s beachfront estate: seamless service from a long-standing team, storied structures dating to 1923, and interiors featuring white shiplap ceilings, pink coral stone floors, and cozy porches with rattan daybeds that capture an enchanting, relaxed island life." - Lauren Burvill
"A meticulously restored Bahamian legend on Eleuthera’s pink-sand shores that blends glamorous 1960s flair with modern comforts across 11 cottages, villas, and suites centered on the original 1923 Clubhouse. Design cues include pink coral floors and rattan; guests enjoy two pools, a small spa, locally sourced menus at The Fig Tree, craft cocktails at the Sand Bar with uninterrupted sea views, and easy access to island trails for walking and cycling." - Laura Begley Bloom
"The Potlatch Club, a high-society hot spot since the 1950s, reopened on Eleuthera island after renovations."
"On my first afternoon at this reborn midcentury retreat on the rugged Bahamian island of Eleuthera, I swam in the ocean until my fingers pruned and my eyes were rimmed red from salt, then collapsed onto a sun lounger to revive myself with sips of homemade iced ginger tea; just as I began to doze, a pod of dolphins appeared and frolicked in the shallow water not 10 feet from the hotel’s seven-mile stretch of pink sand beach. Privacy and seclusion are the essence of the place, even as the 11-key property draws celebrities, British aristocrats, and American oil tycoons on private jets and is fast becoming the most sought-after spot on the destination wedding circuit—I even saw a Texan couple in matching white blazers roaming around, tasting menus, and discussing security measures for dignitaries and heads of state. Being here, it’s impossible not to slip into a carefree island routine, moving around the 12-acre estate as though you’re the multi-millionaire who owns it—even if you arrived crumpled and sweaty, like me, via a bumpy half-hour Pineapple Air flight from Nassau." - Siobhan Reid