Maybe it’s the cat they keep around the hotel. Or, the fact that details like your name, or how strong you like your coffee are remembered from day one…

Whatever the reason, Le Bristol is a hotel that’s hard to get out of your system and which after only one stay feels like home. For one it’s family owned and it feels like it. Corporate touches are kept at bay (who else would keep a cat on premises?!) with as much gusto as the city’s luminaries are welcomed. Nicolas Sarkozy, for example, dined at the Epicure so much that he conferred the Legion d’Honneur on the chef, and models recharge from the runways (and the after parties ) of Fashion Week in the hotel’s gardens or rooftop pool. The looks are prestigious as the crowd, an exposé of classic French opulence and elegance (polished marble floors, explosions of colors from the flower displays, and a furniture selection that would fit right in the halls of Versailles) that’ll have budding designers taking notes. But the true draw, lies in in its three Michelin Star restaurant L’Epicure. Cut into the Brese Farm Hen. Believe us, the experience borders on the spiritual.