The Lowell Hotel

28 east sixty third street, New York

Tucked down a quiet residential street between Madison Avenue and the string of glitzy five-stars on Park Avenue, The Lowell is a haven for well-to-do Manhattanites and diamond-dripped Hollywood folk who wish to stay incognito. And it’s clear why this hotel is the pick of hideouts for the rich and recognisable. As you’re guided through a darkened, library-style lobby and ushered into an elevator, there’s no need to don a baseball cap and shades to avoid other guests. From dining and personal training sessions to in-room massage, you really don’t have to venture from your suite at all. Log fires and inviting sofas make for a lavish comfort cave,while the rooftop penthouse has a 360° terrace with an adjoining room for the nanny or bodyguard, depending which A-lister is in town. The hotel’s Post House restaurant, renovated this summer, is an all-American surf ’n’ turf serving up beautifully cooked lobster and a range of potent cocktails. If you’re here at the weekend, brunch in the main restaurant, The Pembroke Room, leaves you wanting for nothing. Yes, eggs Benedict still features, but wading through the likes of duck and pomegranate salad, saffron red snapper, and strawberry gourmandise is a far more exciting way to spend a lazy Sunday. And if you get the urge to explore then you’re only a block away from Central Park, and a stroll to Picasso and Pollack in the Metropolitan Museum of Modern Art or Dior and Donna Karan at Bloomingdale’s. Just don’t forget your shades when you step out. JB. Doubles from £500