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Hotel Highlights

  • Glorious sunset views from floor-to-ceiling windows
  • Sparkling sexy bathrooms, with freestanding ‘peek-a-boo’ showers
  • Action-packed downtown location, close to shops, restaurants and nightlife


The creation of super-hotelier Andre Balazs, The Standard High Line hotel is a glorious glassy high-rise, with witty minimalist interiors, cheekily exhibitionist bathrooms and unbeatable views over the Hudson (especially at sunset). Towering on concrete stilts above its namesake High Line, the hotel benevolently lords it over the West Village – a gentle but impeccably groomed giant.

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Need To Know


338, including four suites.


Midday, although later check-out can be arranged, subject to availability. Check-in, 3pm.


Double rooms from $295.00, excluding tax at 14.75 per cent. Please note the hotel charges an additional local city tax of $3.50 per room per night on check-out.

More details

Rates exclude breakfast (US$15).


The hotel provides cool black-and-gold bikes for guests, and the ride along the Hudson riverside is a sunset treat. More exercise awaits on the 17th floor, where a flashy gym has some pretty special views.

At the hotel

Gym, free WiFi throughout, valet parking. In rooms: plasma TV, iPod dock, minibar, custom-made Kiss My Face toiletries.

Our favourite rooms

The views get better the higher you go, so plump for 8th floor and above if you can. The Standard Room 11.20, for example, has fabulous views of the Hudson River and the Statue of Liberty, but if you prefer looking out of the Manhattan skyline, any room ending in .25 looks out to the north and .24s have corner windows. The Standard Suites are far and away the most glamorous, with three walls of floor-to-ceiling glass, so you can gawp at three-way sunset views from the free-standing bath tub. All the Standard High Line’s rooms feature either deep-set bath tubs open to the living area or exposed glass-walled showers, so this is not a hotel for bashful bathers. The top-floor club stays lively into the earlier hours, so ask for a room on the lower floors for a more peaceful night's sleep.

Packing tips

Bring an empty suitcase – the stylish stores and fashion boutiques on the Standard’s doorstep can easily supply you with a new wardrobe to take home.


Small pets are welcomed, for a flat US$100 fee.


Cots for babies can be supplied free, and babysitting can be organised for $25 an hour.

Food & Drink

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Hotel Restaurant

The Standard Grill has acclaimed chef Dan Silverman (swiped from the renowned Lever House) manning the ovens. Open for breakfast and dinner, this blend of traditional meat-market chop house and American grill has a daily changing menu, but you can expect dishes along the lines of charred Spanish octopus, whole roasted chicken with duck fat smashed potatoes and halibut hollandaise. Next door, there's a German-inspired Biergarten with a whole range of sausages, beers and pretzels on offer. In the entrance plaza, an ice-skating rink in winter is replaced with the Spanish-inspired Standard Plaza outdoor restaurant in warmer months. A Sunday brunch with the likes of scallops eggs benedict and brioche-foie gras French toast is also served at the 18th-floor Top of the Standard from 12noon to 5pm weekly.

Hotel Bar

The Standard’s 18th floor bar, Top of The Standard, has full-circle views of Manhattan and its favourite river through floor-to-ceiling windows. After 10pm, it's a private members' club accessible by invitation only. Guests (and vertigo victims) can also test out the barmen’s mixology skills in the Living Room attached to the lobby – a futuristic space filled with Eames-like furniture and suffused with soft red light.

Room service

There’s a full 24-hour menu of in-room meals available.

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Dress code

Downtown debonair.

Top table

Book early and often, and request a table on the breezy terrace, also the perfect spot for people-watching.

Local Guide

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Eat, drink, see, do: local favourites and more…

Worth getting out of bed for

As well as the drinking, dining, dancing and shopping that the neighbourhood’s known for, you can explore The Standard’s West Village environs by bike – the has a fleet of sleek black cycles at guests’ disposal. If you’d prefer to take to the air, try a trapeze class in Hudson River Park. Outdoor classes run from May to September and cost around US$50 a session – call +1 212 242 8769 or book online. If vertigo’s an issue, you can always try your baseball skills at the park’s batting cages (+1 212 627 2020). After all this exercise, hit the Chelsea Wine Vault ( for a cheese-enhanced tasting.

Local restaurants

At the Standard, you’re within easy reach of some of the city’s most mouth-watering gastronomic temptations. Perfect for a lengthy brunch, Fig & Olive ( is practically on the hotel’s doorstep, and specialises in fresh Mediterranean cuisine. Trad Provençal bistro, Pastis ( on W12th and 9th is an ever-cool fixture on the Meatpacking menu, with a dead cert steak-frites and perfect people-watching on offer. Malatesta Trattoria (+1 212 741 1207) at 649 Washington Street may be an in-the-know eatery but it’s invariably packed to the rafters with a cheery clientele eager to sample its well-priced rustic Italian fare. Hip West Village institution Bobo ( on W10th Street is an artfully dark townhouse restaurant with formal and informal dining options, a fine Fusion menu, and a basement bar, complete with vinyl-spinning jazz DJ. Walking the fine line between taste and tackiness, Tortilla Flats ( at 260 Washington Street is a cheap and chirpy Mexican spot with a weekly calendar of outlandish events: bingo, hula-hoop nights and pop quizzes, washed down with an abundance of tequila. With an outpost in St Barths, brick-lined Villa Pacri’s warm-hued leather banquettes are perfect for supping on house-made pastas, fresh fish and roasted veal chops. A well-edited wine list ensures your glass won’t stay empty for long (+1 212 924 5559; Reel in the freshest seafood dishes at the three-storey Catch, on the corner of 13th Street and Ninth Avenue, run by Top Chef contender Hung Huynh (+1 212 392 5978).

Local cafés

Skip the starter and main and go straight to afters at Chickalicious dessert bar ( on E10th Street, which offers three-course menus of scintillating sweets, coupled with sommelier-selected champagnes, dessert wines and ports.

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The Standard High Line

848 Washington Street, New York, NY 10014, United States

The Standard High Line is located on Washington Street in the Meatpacking District.


Fly to JFK or Newark with Virgin Atlantic ( and you'll be able to get to the hotel within 20 minutes if you're lucky (the drive will take up to an hour if the traffic is against you).


Penn Station is under 10 minutes away. From here, you can get out to the Hamptons on the Long Island Rail Road (, or up and down the Eastern Seaboard on Amtrak (


From JFK, take the Van Wyck Expressway then the Long Island Expressway, before heading over to Manhattan from the Queens Midtown Expressway.


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Anonymous review

by Oli Beale , Ad man and complaint-letter creative

The Standard High Line in New York is a great big behemoth of a building, elevated above the Meatpacking District on the banks of the Hudson River. It’s an 18-storey sore thumb and I loved it the second I saw it. It straddles the High Line, an old train route that’s being ingeniously converted into a park on stilts – it stands over it like it’s about to either beat it up or…
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The Standard High Line

Anonymous review by Oli Beale, Ad man and complaint-letter creative

The Standard High Line in New York is a great big behemoth of a building, elevated above the Meatpacking District on the banks of the Hudson River. It’s an 18-storey sore thumb and I loved it the second I saw it. It straddles the High Line, an old train route that’s being ingeniously converted into a park on stilts – it stands over it like it’s about to either beat it up or make love to it.

The building sucks you in through a bright-yellow revolving door and pumps you out into the middle of a space-age atrium. Soft music and mesmerising lighting draws you towards check-in, which takes place over marble plinths shimmering in the light of Apple Macs.

I had been unsure about what to expect from the Standard High Line. I was aware of its reputation as an über-cool hangout for white-toothed socialites in Los Angeles. I had also seen the logo, which was written upside down. Krazy! Added to that, the taxi driver on the way there had informed us that the hotel operates a voyeurism hour. Mrs Smith looked horrified; I asked him to elaborate. He said he was hazy about the details, but there was an hour every day when guests are required to open their rooms up to anybody who might care to watch. Quite why anyone would want to watch me unpacking my underpants and clipping my toenails is beyond me but, hey, it’s New York. Anything goes.

Within minutes of arriving, the building was so impressive that all my fears about the Standard High Line had been assuaged – all except the voyeurism hour. So, after checking in, I nervously looked the manager in the eye and said, ‘I understand you operate a voyeurism hour.’ He stared back at me, I mumbled ‘You know… where we open our room up for people to watch.’ You could see his brain working; he was looking for any way of being polite and accommodating without appearing to be too scared. He politely informed me that this was not something the hotel offered. I realised the taxi driver had been lying. Suddenly Mrs Smith and I were a pair of sex people. Probably in town on some sort of shopping trip for leather harnesses and barbed wire.

The giggling porter led us to our room, making constant gags about our blunder. It was mortifying, but any embarrassment I had was soon forgotten the second we stepped into the room. It may have been tiny, but directly in front of us were floor-to-ceiling windows offering views of the Hudson River and skyline that stretched the length of the space. We could even see the Statue of Liberty doing that wave you do when you spot somebody you haven’t seen for ages on the other side of the street.

It didn’t matter that the room was small. We kept using the word ‘pod’. It was a sort of cross between modern Japanese and 1950s European holiday villa. The selection of things in the room were wonderful. The toiletries were all designed like old-fashioned medical supplies and the minibar had trouble written all over it. The bathroom was open to the bedroom, and the full view of the city meant you could wave back to Lady Liberty while washing your pits and parts.

I’ve always felt men get a better deal with these open showers. We get a seductive, soapy view straight out of a 1970s porn movie. Women get to watch men feverishly scrubbing their crevices and picking pubic hairs out the soap.

The hotel is in a fantastic position. I love the Meatpacking District. It feels as though there’s a bit more space than further uptown. The Standard NY is within moseying distance of Pastis, everybody’s favourite French bistro. Likewise, you can literally crawl back from SoHo House, or roll back from the Spice Market after eating far too much. On the Saturday night I took Mrs Smith up the Gansevoort. Something I’d been intending to do for years. She didn’t enjoy it.

There is one anomaly in the area, a bar that sits opposite the hotel called Hogs And Heifers. It is the polar opposite of the Standard High Line – it's an institution apparently. It looks like something out of Mad Max. There’s a row of motorbikes with skulls on them parked outside and, occasionally, a door will fling open as somebody is thrown out, accompanied by screaming and smashing glass. It's a world away from the Standard's own exclusive club – a penthouse cocktail lounge in the skies. Floor-to-ceiling windows allow full-circle views over Manhattan and the Hudson. Cream banquettes, gilded fireplaces and sparkly chandeliers comprise one half of this VIP paradise, the other black-tiled room has a triangular hot tub at its centre. Ladies and gents, welcome to the Top of the Standard.

At some point during our night out, however, somebody must have spiked my drink with a drug that made me think it was acceptable for Mrs Smith and me to go into Hogs and Heifers. It’s the only way I can rationalise that decision. As we walked in, a woman with a megaphone screamed at Mrs Smith to get up on the bar and take her bra off. Behind her hundreds of bras were hung on the wall, suggesting this woman doesn’t take no for an answer. I thought it would be rude to just walk out then, and ordered two beers. It was as if I’d asked the barmaid to pour vinegar into her own eye. She hated me. I ran back to Mrs Smith just in time to watch the evening’s entertainment – a guy being beaten up and thrown out for asking for a piece of lime in his Corona (thank God I ordered Budweiser). We stayed for about 20 minutes, keeping as low a profile as possible. We finally left after a man with a beard down to his shins walked out the toilet cubicle and deliberately flicked liquid into my face. ‘Relax,’ said Mrs Smith. ‘It’s only water.’ I’d been in that cubicle earlier. There wasn’t a sink. I can’t tell you what a relief it was to leave that bar, look up and see the Standard High Line, and pine for martinis on its top floor. The thing is, it was like that every time we got back there from a day out. It felt like we were coming home.

On our final night, I finally plucked up the courage to strip off and draw back the curtains to give New York a proper eyeful. As I danced there naked, occasionally catching my own grinning reflection, I felt confident that nobody would be looking at me; they’d all be ogling the gorgeous hotel behind.

The Guestbook

Whenever you book a stay at a Smith hotel with us, we'll invite you to review it when you get back. Read what other Smith members had to say in The Standard High Line's Guestbook below.



Stayed on

We loved

The food was very good. I loved the overall design. The staff was helpful and friendly.

Don’t expect

The WiFi was dreadful, even the one you pay for.

Rating: 7/10 stars


Stayed on

We loved

The Standard was a funky and modern hotel in the Meatpacking District, which is fabulous for boutique shops and restaurants.

Rating: 10/10 stars


Stayed on

We loved

There's a real buzz, and it's in a great part of town. It has a trendy feel and good places to eat near by.

Don’t expect

You probably won't get into the club at the top of the hotel – but you can have a drink on the terrace in the late afternoon so be happy with that.

Rating: 10/10 stars


Stayed on

We loved

This hotel was fantastic; having stayed at several Mr & Mrs Smith hotels, I'd say this is the best hotel I've stayed at in a long time (possibly ever). Aside from the amazing views of the Hudson, Downtown (Wall Street) and Midtown (the Empire State Building) this hotel was also sumptuous on the inside with excellent service, as well as the most comfortable bed I've slept in at a hotel. A great extra whilst staying at the hotel allows you access to the two night clubs on the top two floors of the hotel (if this is your kind of thing); having had those clubs recommended to me by friends who live/lived in NYC, it was convenient to have these in the same building and automatically be added to the guest list. All in all, a great stay – my wife is demanding we stay there when next in NYC.

Rating: 9/10 stars


Stayed on

We loved

There's an amazing view – we were on the 14th floor facing the Hudson and downtown. The windows are floor-to-ceiling and wall-to-wall. You are advised not to leave the curtains open but we did just to see the city lit up at night and to watch the dawn rise. The High Line must surely be one of the most beautifully designed, conceived and loved follies in world. It is stunning and worth the visit alone. The location of the hotel, straddling the High Line and in the middle of the Meatpacking District, was excellent. It is beautiful with great shopping and great food. Chelsea Market is great for foodies and well worth visiting early. We read some reviews which said that the rooms were noisy because of the club on the roof and it did make us think twice about booking but we found our room very peaceful.

Don’t expect

The lifts: the roof top club is very popular and very busy (and we were there when it was a very warm week) so the lifts took ages to come and were often stuffed with cocktail-wielding clubbers. The roof: there should be a note somewhere in the hotel description that the rooftop is a club at all times and therefore strictly over 21s only. We booked the hotel because we wanted to be able to spend time on the roof during the day but one of our party was only 19. It was a big disappointment. As Londoners, it is easy to forget how strict the club/bar entry restrictions are. The air-con is very noisy.

Rating: 8/10 stars


Stayed on

We loved

Perfect location in the Meatpacking District – especially during Fashion Week. Breakfast at the terrace restaurant. Very kind and helpful staff. Cool and original elevators.


Don’t expect

The air conditioning is so strong in the corridor that you freeze on the way to your room. Impossible to get in to Le Bain on the rooftop – even for hotel guests – too many private parties and events.


Rating: 8/10 stars