My first trip to the Hotel 1000 coincided with my first trip to Seattle in 2008. I’d never been, but heard stories of drizzle and fog and plus I’d seen Grey’s Anatomy and, well, DON’T YOU THINK GREY IS ALSO A SYMBOL FOR THE CITY IT TAKES PLACE IN? But this was a Seattle summer, and Seattle summers are the best. And -- by a stroke of luck -- I’d stumbled upon the Hotel 1000, gotten upgraded, and found myself in a room in which the water going into the tub dropped down from the heavens. Or at least the ceiling. Its proximity to all the splendors of Downtown Seattle is commendable, the rooms are fantastic, the food and cocktails in its restaurant are well worth it if you don’t have time to get out, but I’ll never forget that tub. It changed me.
We love the boutique hotel experience in large part because it’s tailored and we get to feel like individuals when we show up, tired and starving and probably in need of something spicy with mezcal. And Capella gets that. With the personal assistant approach (there’s no check-in, the assistants handle all your details before you even arrive and they’ll even press your clothes for free if that’s a thing you do) and the guest-only “living room,” which has an old-school boys club vibe, the hotel operates the way we imagine wealthy Upper East Siders feel in their homes every single day as they hum to themselves about their money while swirling their rare single malts and letting servants do the work (that’s a real stereotype, right?). But the decor is all modern, from the custom-made artwork to the highback armchairs and bold-printed rugs, which makes the whole place fun and relaxing, rather than stuffy, which means, most importantly, that we're excited to arrive at the Capella after a long day of travel, hand our bags off to an assistant, settle into the living room, and order that spicy, smoky mezcal drink, maybe with a hint of grapefruit, from our armchair.