Yorkville is one of the most posh areas of Toronto. We are talking Fifth Avenue type of posh – Chanel and Prada storefronts, tiny dogs, and Italian restaurants galore.
This is where my hotel is located during the week of Precision Nutrition gathering.
I imagine Yorkville as an alternate universe of sorts, where men wear Rolex, and women wear dresses that look like this:
Whether or not that’s actually true (from the looks of it the crowd staying at the hotel is more business folks than the ultra wealthy), that’s what I envision.
The guy who brings the coffee in the morning makes a point of saying “Good morning!” in Russian. My charging cables are coiled into perfect circles, while I am gone, and every single loose item on the counter is carefully placed on a mat or a coaster. Oh, and dirty laundry is folded.
Oh, and did I mention that there is a coffee counter in the gym? I should really propose the implementation of that brilliant idea at my GoodLife gym.
Don’t get me started on the turndown service – someone actually comes to mute the lighting, place a rug and a pair of slippers near your bed, and to remove the top blankets.
Me staying at this hotel is kind of like me wearing really high heels and a dress – happens rarely, and I enjoy it immensely. Then it starts to annoy me, and I don’t miss it for a year or so. 🙂
Meanwhile, I may indeed forget how to open my own damn door. I’ll just stand there, all doe-eyed and shit.
YOUR TURN: What “alternate universes” have you witnessed lately? For example, some of my “married-with-kids” friends refer to an empty and clean kitchen counter as an alternate universe of sorts?
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