Old world opulence in the vicinity of the French Quarter: this is how I can describe Hotel Pavillon.
Opening the taxi door to confront the NOLA humidity, the classic columns and decorative doorman uniforms of the hotel transport me faster than a time machine. The service is also reminiscent of that rare time period when gentlemen stand up every time ladies leave the table.
It’s an ideal location, walking distance to the quaint St. Charles streetcar and far enough from the chaos Bourbon Street. Precious vintage details greet you in every corner, and while it’s historic, this Southern belle barely shows any wrinkles, it’s extremely well-maintained.
As for New Orleans comfort, visit the peanut butter and jam buffet every night at 10 pm. “Throw some meat on those bones,” as recommended to me by the wisdom of true Southern gentlemen.