Warren Street Hotel

A dress form stands by the window in one of the Warren Street Hotel's bedrooms, covered in a Kit Kemp fabric, and it has come to the right neighbourhood: Tribeca's roots are in the textile trade. Outside, the hotel is eleven storeys of glass in a grid of peacock-blue steel, built new between red-brick warehouses and making no attempt to match them. Inside, Kemp lays pattern on pattern. The bar stools are red and green leather, the armchairs swirls and patchwork, and over the bar hangs a string of white forms the size of pillows, an installation by Gareth Devonald Smith. The restaurant has a woodland mural for wallpaper, framed drawings of china hung over it and cut-glass chandeliers above that, which leaves very little of the room unaccounted for.

Recommended for anyone who would like New York with an English accent, and would like to bring the children and the dog. The children get their own menu and a high chair in the restaurant, babysitting can be arranged, and the dog stays at no charge. The accent is strongest at afternoon tea in the Orangery, which means scones with clotted cream, and at the roast on Sundays. Of the rooms, whose decoration guests praise down to the fittings, a Garden or Terrace suite has outdoor space of its own, which in Manhattan is worth paying for; a Deluxe Top Floor room has the views over Downtown instead. On Fridays and Saturdays there is live jazz in the bar. Up on the roof terrace, birches grow in timber planters among wicker chairs, on a plot that was an open-air car park until the hotel went up.