My friend Tracey, mom of two and super fit cover mama, never has luck with hotels in Manhattan. I’m thinking that the next time she’s in town, I’ll actually clean the guest room and let her stay in there.
Why? After flying from LA and arriving late at night her hotel told her they overbooked and she would have to stay at one of their sister hotels - the Milford Plaza. Poor Tracey. Her situation went from bad to worse.
I’m a native New Yorker so I remember those silly commercials about the Milford Plaza being the “lullaby of Broadway”. Yeah, sure. But because I’m from here, I have never had a reason to set foot into that hotel. Until today. Oh wow. I can’t believe I’ve missed this all these years.
I just love that their website states: “Whether you’re here on a well-deserved New York vacation or on business, the Milford Plaza New York Hotel is waiting to welcome you and ensure that each and every visit meets or exceeds your expectations.”
So Tracey and I go to lunch where I once again eat more than she does because I have no shame. I’m sitting in front of a serious fitness professional and I’m stuffing chicken and avocado which has been bathed in dressing in my mouth. (A little back story: Last time Tracey and I got together I had a chicken cutlet the size of Texas on my plate.) *sigh*
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