A passage off the lobby leads to devilishly good cocktails at Virtù, a glitzy mirror- and checkerboard-panelled bar, and some of the most exciting food in Tokyo at Est. Arriving here can induce a slight headspin (not least after the ear-poppingly swift lift up to the 39th floor), but the effect is enchanting, especially once you see the unobstructed skyline through floor-to-ceiling windows, the lush tranquillity of the Imperial Palace Gardens far below. It opened in 2020, but every inch still gleams as if it was finished yesterday. The Tokyo EDITIONįour Seasons Otemachi, located among the soaring high rises of the city’s financial hub, put the brand back on the glossy posse’s map of Tokyo. It’s all too delicious, and the wines will ensure the best hangover of your life. Star attractions feature the onion custard topped with Hokkaido cheese and a pretty mean slab of wagyu beef. Grub comes courtesy of Brit Tom Aikens who plates up Anglo-Japanese bites in the jewellery box-inspired Jade Room. Plus, on a clear day you can see all the way to Mount Fuji from your very own private balcony. Luxe faux throws (a nod to Schrager’s mother), gold-leaf artworks, low platform beds and slated oak screens reign supreme.
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Style wise, it’s typical Ian Schrager: urban chic, super buzzy, plant-flecked floor-to-ceiling walls (those long curtains, too) and windows with killer views of the Tokyo Tower. Think slick suits, tats, millennials with cash, DJ beats and had it been around in the 2000s, would have been prime Kill Bill yakuza slaying backdrop material. Here, it’s all about cool and deeply slick minimalist crash pads that serve a touch of diva shade. It’s a rebel with a cause, hellbent on reducing quintessentially reserved Japanese hospitality to its knees. This is without question Tokyo’s bad boy party hotel. And yes, there’s a spa headlined by a rather Insta-genic 25m pool. Elsewhere, there’s intimate sushi restaurant Hōseki, pasticceria and chocolate boutique Bulgari Dolci, and quite possibly the hotel’s biggest asset, the Bulgari Bar, complete with two outdoor terraces. Food? Italian primi, secondi and dolci, of course, made-to-order posh nonna-style at Il Ristorante by Abruzzo native chef Niko Romito.
Rooms feature cushty beds, roomy tubs, linen PJs and Totos that deliver a rather satisfying “oh”. If the weather is kind, you’ll spy everything from the Imperial Palace Gardens, Tokyo Bay, and Mount Fuji on the horizon. Floor-to-ceiling glass windows deliver the panoramas.
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Think nods to Japanese style topped off with a dash of storied Bulgari bling: slabs of signature black granite, bejewelled heritage pieces and drawings in the windows, vintage prints featuring Sofia Loren (obviously), Murano chandeliers and Japanese temple-esque corridors that stretch out into cosy snugs chockers full of coffee table books and fancy lamps dreamt up by Italian firm ACPV Antonio Citterio Patricia Viel. As is the usual brief, the hotel blends uber-modern Italian design with the locale. Set within the ultra-trim walls of the 45-storey Midtown Yaesu tower, Bulgari’s latest glass palace is an advert for trendy hot ticket luxe at its finest.
Say ciao to the new decadent Diva Italiana on the block.
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