By Anne Jones
The pool at the Gansevoort Hotel is unknown by few New Yorkers, but actually getting your name on the list and past the pool doorman is the caveat. This rooftop pool is the mother of them all and unless you’re the requisite hotel guest, being someone or knowing someone is your only chance of lounging at the top. At one point, my ultra-bronzed Manhattanite neighbor (who comes here when she is so over The Hamptons) asked me, “Who do you know to get you in?” Enough said.
Aside from the actual scene here, the pool itself is fabulous. Its home in the Meatpacking District offers 365-degrees views and 45-foot pool is actually big enough to swim. Beautiful people and meaty-bachelor party-types down $15 signature cocktails in the water where music is actually piped in below. The service is spotty and my cocktail waitress was suddenly charming when my company switched from my pretty gal-pal to a pair of Brit boys. But you go to the Gansevoort for the scene, not the service.