A rooftop clubhouse, a whiskey tavern, and 268 rooms sandwiched in between

From the same dudes behind Hotel Palomar in Center City, Hotel Monaco's an 11-story sleeper near Independence Mall and sandwiched between two manly must-visits: a ground-floor, all-beef tavern from a James Beard-ed chef, and the city's largest rooftop lounge, which's either the perfect place to case the Liberty Bell, or the perfect place to drink 60 whiskeys in front of a 30ft fireplace, or the perfect place to drink 60 whiskeys in front of a 30ft fireplace and THEN case the Liberty Bell.Rooms feature king beds with tufted headboards, 300-thread count Frette linens, LCD flatscreens, and Rocky robes perfect for hitting the minibar or the sack.Pass through this shady-eyed llama and you'll find yourself in a floor-to-ceiling-tiled spa bathroom w/ views of Independence Mall, Etro toiletries, and a vintage freestanding soaking tub, which is exactly what you want after passing through a llama.From 5-6p nightly there's a free wine hour in the lobby. Want something stronger? Head across the hall...... to Red Owl Tavern. This two-story throwback's outfitted most of its interior with pieces from an upstate NY barn, and supplemented the rest with Mall-facing floor-to-ceiling windows and white steel girders, plus added a super-rad private dining room full of shadowboxes filled with old wrenches. The pig/sheep/cow-head-to-tail menu's 40+ options include sweetbread-squash casserole, spicy pork shoulder mussels, and marrow bones w/ pickled lamb's tongue. Oh, and the open kitchen's daily-casing sausages, smoking hot dogs, and scrappling, um, scrapple.The rooftop Stratus Lounge's split into three distinct areas: a) the courtyard, which's got a giant maple, a fire wall, a DJ booth, and comfy couch seating, b) the bar, with roll-up garage doors, bed-like shared seating, $10 bites (get the bacon/pickle tarts) & artisan 'tails, and c) two gargoyle-topped, courtyard-bookend-ing clubhouses with library-smoking den vibes, awesome views of the Mall, and multi-mirrored ceilings -- so even if you dip into those 60 whiskeys, you can rest assured you won't be the only person seeing double.