By Terry Trucco

At a glance: It’s impossible to imagine certain hotels in any city other than New York. That pretty much sums up the Carlyle, a bred-to-the-bone Art Deco New Yorker, from its chic black-and-white lobby to the urbane Café Carlyle.

The Carlyle nimbly treads a delicate line. Built in 1930, it’s historic without being creaky, luxurious without being ostentatious and coolly nonchalant about its considerable creature comforts, from the gray and white Ludwig Bemelmans paintings in the lobby to the tray tables stashed in guest room closets for breakfast in bed. It’s also extravagantly unhip, a status that has not deterred visitors from Will and Kate to Roger Federer to the GenZs crowding Bemelman’s Bar, where reservations are a must.

It’s easy to indulge in nostalgia here – the Fred and Ginger vibe is palpable as is the aura of mid-to-late 20th-century New York icons like cabaret artist Bobby Short (the block the Carlyle stands on is named for him). But the Carlyle thrives in the real world.

The lobby’s gold velvet chairs and spotless white walls look fresh. The deeply luxurious – and frightfully expensive – spa is of the moment. And while those polite, liveried, white-gloved attendants manning the automatic elevators seem a quaint throwback to Louis Auchincloss era, they’re providing a layer of 21st-century security.

The lobby, reminiscent of the original Dorothy Draper designs, is more majestic than welcoming, and though spacious, is usually all but deserted, save uniformed staff. Instead, guests, neighborhood regulars and a sampling from art and literary circles congregate in the Gallery, the heady tea room redolent of a sultan’s lounge, and Bemelmans Bar, with witty murals by illustrator Ludwig Bemelmans, author of the Madeline books (in exchange, Bemelmans and his family lived in the hotel for a year and a half gratis).

As for rooms, more than a dozen come with grand pianos, and original Piranesi and Audubon prints hang in many, personally chosen by Peter Sharp, the hotel’s third owner. The Carlyle was once an apartment hotel, after all. In many ways, it still is.

Rooms: Step out of the elevator and the Carlyle feels more like a classic Upper East Side apartment building than a hotel. Rooms come in a medley of sizes and shapes, and none are petite (the smallest, at 360 square feet, boasts a king bed). Designed by urbane minimalist Tony Chi, the rooms have an updated traditional feel — cream colored walls, a coffee-with-cream accent wall behind the white leather bed and a black-and-white herringbone rug warming the hardwood floor. Call it tweedy romantic, but it works. Marble bathrooms are freshly renovated but not large. The suites, available with one or two bedrooms, are the showpiece. No two are alike, and they look and feel like East Side pieds-a-terre.

Food and drink: Dowling’s at the Carlyle, the latest iteration of the hotel restaurant, opened in 2021 with a stylish new look and an appealing, Upper East Side menu that’s stratospherically expensive but more in keeping with 21st-century tastes than its starchy white-tablecloth predecessor. We love the salmon-colored leather banquettes and walls blanketed with mirrors and artwork. There’s lots to see while you tuck into table-side presentations like Dover Sole, Steak Diane Flambéed or vegan Cabbage Roulade including the crowd where celebrities are spotted occasionally. 

Tea is served daily in the Gallery, Renzo Monglardino’s heady riff on the sultan’s dining room at Topkapi palace. It’s a terrific, over-the-top room, and looking sharp after a subtle spruce-up.

Bemelmans Bar, home to Ludwig Bemelman’s fanciful artworks, features live music nightly. potent drinks and an urbane atmosphere.

Café Carlyle, long-time home to the late Bobby Short, offers sophisticated, high-end dinner theater with performers like Judy Collins, Alan Cumming, Sutton Foster, even St. Vincent. And the room, designed by ScottSalvator, is stylish and smart.

Amenities: The white third-floor fitness center is light filled, strategically mirrored and well equipped with cardio and weight-training gear and machines. The spa is drop-dead gorgeous but pricey. Complimentary newspapers. Frette robes in the rooms. Kiehls bath products. Lemon water is offered on a table in the lobby. Pets allowed up to 25 lbs.; dog-walking available. Turndown service.

Surroundings: The Carlyle sits on a plush Madison Avenue block within walking distance of the best the Upper East Side has to offer. The cream of Manhattan’s museums, including the Whitney Museum of American Art, the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the Frick Museum, the Jewish Museum and the Cooper-Hewitt Smithsonian Museum of Design, are an easy walk away. Zitomer’s, an uber-pharmacy with a top-flight make-up, fragrance and jewelry selection, is across the street. Top-notch art galleries, boutiques and restaurants line the street. High-end department stores, including Bergdorf-Goodman and Bloomingales are slightly farther afield but easy to reach. The subway is a schlep, but bus stops are steps away. And taxis cruise Madison and nearby Fifth Avenue constantly.

Back story: Conceived during the go-go-years of the late 1920s and named for the Victorian essayist Thomas Carlyle, the Carlyle opened in 1930 as a residential hotel, hardly an auspicious year for a costly new real estate venture. When the stock market crashed, businessman Moses Ginsburg knew he’d lose millions but went ahead with the venture anyway. The hotel survived – composer Richard Rodgers snapped up the first apartment – more staid than ritzy, to quote an observer.

Postwar owner Robert Whittle Dowling, a Broadway producer and tycoon, ramped up the glamour. Social references were required to obtain an apartment – or even a room. To this day, rooms are called apartments, even if you’re just staying the night. Harry Truman became the first US president to visit, a tradition followed by every president up to Bill Clinton (John F. Kennedy outdid them all, keeping an apartment at the hotel for ten years).

The Art Deco décor is the real deal, dating from the hotel’s origins. Still, every effort has ensued to keep things fresh. A parade of blue-chip designers tweaked the interiors over the years, including Dorothy Draper, Mark Hampton and Thierry Despont. And Renzo Monglardino created the heady Gallery, inspired by the sultan’s dining room at Topkapi Palace (he even designed the teacups). Tony Chi is the latest with to create new guest rooms and suites. The hotel is part of the Rosewood Group.

Keep in mind: The hotel has the clubby, closed-to-interlopers feel of a residential apartment building that can be off-putting. Walls are thick, but we heard mild noise from the room next door.