Well, if I had my druthers I’d stay here at Portland's 1913 historic Benson Hotel for Christmas and pitch all other “traditions.” No cooking, no cleaning, no running around… I’d bring my family and I’d smuggle my dog in, let her jump on the bed, and stay through New Year’s
Actually it’d be a tough choice… Portland has some really wonderful hotels: The Heathman (their door men greet you in Beefeater costumes), The Nines in the old offices of Meier and Frank building (Luxury transformed… I worked up there on a freelance basis; it used to be an absolute pit), Hotel Lucia (swanky!), Ace Hotel (where hipsters bond over latte foam’d beards), Crystal Hotel (historic quirky), and what the goshdarnheck, The Kimpton Hotel Monaco (a hidden gem). Guess I'll just have to put them all on my list and get back to you on my favorite.
Nevertheless, here’s The Benson at Christmas. The tree was impressive and did the lobby justice. Don’t touch it though (The Mister did and a piece of it broke off. Oops! Luckily no one saw. *snorts, laughs*) It’s dry as a bone and no surprise there because a 20-foot Douglas Fir needs a fire hose to keep it watered properly.
Alas, we did not see Simon Benson (the original owner) among the 300 poinsettias; apparently he still hangs around even though he’s dead. A true Christmas ghost tale, Dickens be damned. Careful! That Mr. Benson knocks people's cocktails off of the bar. When he was alive he was a teetotaler (it's also why he also installed the famous 52 Benson Bubbler water fountains that dot the city).
Sweetly, the hotel is hosting a toy drive for drop-off and non-alcoholic, hot cider with cookies. Pretty sure our Mr. Benson would have approved of that.
~ Seasons Greetings ~