Winston Aldworth stays at a slick waterfront hotel in Canada's capital of cool.
Location? It's bang on the water.
Check-in experience? The doormen are hip Vancouverites in trilbies. Nice dudes, too. Walk into the foyer and there's a cool bar with live music playing and a good smattering of the North American Beautiful People Crowd. Some are staff, some guests, some are just hanging out. If Jay Gatsby were around today, he'd drop in here on his way to Whistler.
Room? I'm in 1410. It's a very slick corner suite with the bathroom - and it's glorious stand-up tub with jet bubbles - occupying the prime corner spot. The suite is fully wired: using the room's iPad, I can order room service, open the curtains and operate the two televisions.
Something to eat? I've had a lot of sushi in my life and I can't recall better than this. Sushi boss Taka was brought in from Japan and now runs the excellent RawBar in the Lobby Lounge. I had the Omakase - pretty much a chef's table. Taka ran the show, bringing us exquisite portions and explaining what each would do to our taste buds and how they matched one another and the sake. Also, how the locally sourced fish fitted into all that saving-the-planet stuff. A sushi genius serving perfect sushi with a story behind it. More please.