Gracia O.
Yelp
So I was here for a friend's elaborate birthday bash, and just winding through the hotel to get to lift lobby B up to Passion Suite was rather dizzying. It's a looooong way in, through a narrow uneven carpeted passageway, flanked by doors on both sides. If you've an over active imagination and have watched 1408, just picture yourself running soundlessly down a seemingly endless hallway with some spectre on your tail. Heebie jeebies I tell you.
But I digress. Gloomy hallway aside, the Passion Suite is decked out in sumptuous budoir furnishing. Four poster bed, sultry scarlet hues, outside lounge chaise and an open air jacuzzi. Sexy much? Of course, having a birthday bash meant filling the entire jacuzzi with bottles and bottles of booze. And the funny thing I've come to realise about hotels- the more upmarket or chi chi they are, the more tightfisted they get. No free Interwebs. Ice at $5 a bucket. Extra glasses? Sure, but at extra cost. Luckily for us, there's a 7-11 downstairs where we procured about 6 bags of ice and a stack of plastic cups. Needless to say, the night went by in a bit of a blur.
Would I stay at Scarlet again? With it's great location next to Maxwell Market, and open air balcony under the stars? Actually, no, not really. The difference between a good hotel and a run of the mill one is its personal touch. And if the personal touch is that of a tightfisted ham, then nope. Sure, Scarlet is one of those on the SLH (Small Luxury Hotels of the World) list - which I've always placed much faith in - but just 30 seconds away is the Club Hotel, winner of Tripadvisor's Traveler's Choice 2012. So when it comes down to this and that, the difference may just lie in something as nitty gritty as ice.