Jack Kerouac once lived in this legendary Greenwich Village building close to Washington Square Park, along with several other beat generation luminaries, dating back to the building’s shabby past. They would hardly recognize what today owner Sean MacPherson describes as a “baby grand” guest rooms, wood-paneled communal areas with cozy leather sofas, and inviting, airy spaces. It's anything but a beatnik flophouse, and the hotel's tag line is “Honey, I Shrunk the Ritz.”
The lively bar downstairs, with open-air fireplace, bustles most evenings with under-30s downing cocktails that pay homage to the building’s past: Dharma Bums, Bearcat Sours and Greenwich Golds.