Nestled among the high rises of Pittsburgh sits a lively addition: it’s first boutique hotel. 248 modern and beautifully designed suites offer their unique nods to the Steel City. Welcome to Hotel Monaco.
This boutique and I first met acquaintance through my camera lens. It was one among the list of places I had to visit when I started my journey all the way from one of the hotels in Glasgow. Wandering around the city to capture its late afternoon glow, my viewfinder caught a flower chandelier dangling directly above the entrance of the lobby. Most hotels draw you in with a lovely, though forgettable foyer, but the Hotel Monaco leaves a lasting impression. It’s as if travelers from all around the world have all come together to add their own little piece of inspiration from their geographical corner. Within, bright colors of carpet and walls held Renaissance-era paintings dipped in pigment, converged in a drunken embrace of old world and modern art. These renegade pieces embody the aesthetic found throughout Hotel Monaco: elegant vintage oeuvres in seamless dialogue with modern counterpoints.
Take the elevator – a time capsule collage of old Pittsburgh – up to your dimly lit, maestro’s palette of a floor, where you wind through the corridors to find your room. Awaiting within mine I was an artisanal cheese plate, paired with a fine rouge from The Commoner, the bar & restaurant in the belly of the hotel. A room fit for a steel king. No detail was spared when designing this suite, with every little piece of furniture, art, and decor curated to convey a vibe unlike any other hotel I’ve stayed. But not to be overlooked, a Penguin-shaped finished the room in a proud city flair. Regards, Lord Stanley.
A perpetual hotel nomad, I aim to waste minimal time in my accommodations so I can take in the city in deep breaths, but it was different here. I breathed easy in my room. If anything, I ventured downstairs into the living room where I ventured in my own world through different parts of the globe by flipping through the copy of Condé Nast Traveler Photography laid on the table in front of me. Even though this was a vacation in my home city, whose streets I often wander and discover anew, for once I just wanted to hang out in my piece of the Hotel Monaco. No urge to chase the sunset at the Point, for I was content to enjoy the suite, within a different Pittsburgh perspective.