Washington, DC holds a special place in my heart. It was the first place I moved upon graduating from college with a degree in political science, and it was on the Hill where I started the only internship that had ever excited me; I felt like I was doing something to make a difference (even though constituents screamed at me on the phone… details). My internship turned into a full-time job in another office and I fell even more in love with The Federal City. I also fell in love with my husband there (hey, Brandon! *waves*).
On our way from Florida to Massachusetts, we decided to spend a night in DC so we could walk around my former place of employment, stroll along the Mall with our dogs, and enjoy some of our favorite restaurants… Zaytinya, that would be you. We also decided to get crazy and book a room at the Ritz-Carlton in Foggy Bottom. Now, under normal circumstances there’s no way we would ever be able to afford a room at the Ritz-Carlton, but timing was in our favor. Since Congress was out of session and it was Labor Day weekend, the city was relatively quiet and the rates were lower.
I have mixed feelings about our stay because now I’m in love with the Ritz and we’ll never be able to stay there again — well, until I get paid lots of money for spouting bullshit on the web. Right?
The first thing I noticed was that everyone working there was just so nice. At one point, after being asked for the second time if we wanted a Ritz-Carlton bed and dog bowls for Malcolm and Ollie, Brandon turned to me and said: “You would never be able to work here. You’re too sarcastic.” Yep, totally accurate. These people were saints of the hospitality industry. We let the kind man grab one of the large dog beds for Malcolm and Ollie, and turned down the bowls since we had brought our own. After returning from a walk, we entered our room to find the bowls and a couple bottles of water for them. Um, what?! Bottled water for our dogs? Sweet!
The rooms were clean and comfortable, everyone was helpful and went out of their way to make our stay enjoyable, and don’t even get me started on breakfast. I die. Can I live at the Ritz?
What’s your favorite hotel to stay at?
Filed Under: Hotels, Travel, Washington DC