John T.
Yelp
Now, THIS is more like it. I make no bones about it, I am a Ritz kinda guy. No matter how much I loved her, I would never let my betrothed whisk me away from Park Avenue to live in a shack and next to a smart-alecky pig. Never. Ritz! Ritz!! I need it!! While I didn't stay here as a guest, I was all over this hotel in a few capacities -- all of which were enjoyable.
1.) The pool area is spacious, well-kept and sexy. It spills out onto the beach but even the lure of Caribbean sand and blue waters might not be enough to pry one away from the well-designed patio and man-made waterways. Yes, it's a bit silly to lounge by the pool when there's an ocean steps away but the area at the Ritz is nice enough to make you think about do so.
2.) The ballroom was excellent. I know a little something about raw spaces and venues and this one suits the bill perfectly. The upkeep on the furniture, the grandeur of the lighting, the high ceilings, the expert staff, the well-designed bathrooms (!), large rooms, beautiful windows, and intoxicating staircase all add up to a fantastically wonderful setting for memories to last a lifetime.
3.) The brunch. Yes, in addition to knowing something about event production, my moobies betray the fact that I know a whole lot about brunch -- and so does the Ritz. First off, fresh mango juice. You had me at 'hello,' Ritz. You had me at 'hello.' Bagels, pancakes, fresh fruit, salmon, cereal, mimosa, fresh oj, grains, omelets-to-order with all types of wonderful ingredients, eggs, pastries, potatoes, veggies, meats, sweets, etc. I couldn't find a 'type' of food lacking from the selection. It's AYCE and perfectly suited for mainland American dining aka incessant grazing to the point of uncomfortable fullness. It's a party in the USA, y'all.
Until next time, Ritz. I think I have a date with your high-count sheets.