Trendy hotels are popping up all over NYC, and most of them survive despite their disfunction. The NoMad is a different. We were moving from one apartment to another in NYC and decided the best treat we could give ourselves was a "staycation" in our own city, a place where we could relax in between the chaos of moving. The NoMad was so wonderful that it was hard to check out and actually move into our new apartment. We keep extending our stay. We booked the smaller suite, with a sublimely peaceful round bedroom and small but elegant sitting room. There was even a nice foyer, and the lavatory could be shut off from the main bathroom, adding privacy for true entertaining.
The clawfoot bathtub with byob bath salts could not have made this mover any happier. It is also worth point out that the NoMad had the best room service I have ever had. Period. The famous roast chicken can be ordered for dinner in the room -- two servers bring it to your room and pop open a little brass and dark wood safari table-- with no deterioration of the product from the version served in the dinning room. The breakfast frittata and latte are also out of this world.
The NoMad is clever from a service perspective. Gone are the weird little mats placed beside the bed at turn down; don't expect a sad flower on the room service tray either. Mints are no where to be found on your pillow. There is a cost savings for the hotel in doing away with stuff like this for sure. Frankly, not only do I not miss all those unnecessarily frills, but I'm happy to have the time and money applied to other aspects of the hotel.
It's worth pointing out that our closet was small and our room was low enough to hear some street noise. This may bother some travelers, but they were not significant issues for us.
We have moved into a temporary apartment, and odd as it may seem, we can't wait to move again and check into The NoMad. In the meantime, we're going to have to settle for dinner in their dinning room over the 4th of July weekend.