Bringing Cool Britannia to the heart of New York's buzzing Meatpacking District, Soho House New York, the Manhattan outpost of the London media club, is the epitome of urban sophistication. The rooms are understated and chic, with an exciting mix of contemporary and retro furniture, and the views of Manhattan, especially from the rooftop pool, are hard to beat.
Please note, if you are not a Soho House member, you have the option to add a 12-month Soho Friends membership to your booking for $130. This membership covers one room a stay for the member and any additional rooms booked for their children under 18. Public rates are also available.
Double rooms from £569.59 ($694), including tax at 14.75 per cent. Please note the hotel charges an additional room tax of $3.50 per person per night prior to arrival.
Rates exclude breakfast.
If you wish to become a Soho Friends member, you can add a 12-month membership to your booking for $130. Soho Friends is a global membership that gives you access to Soho House bedrooms, plus benefits at spas, restaurants, Cowshed and Soho Home. Please note, Soho Friends membership does not give you direct access to the Houses, and this fee only covers the room booked and any additional rooms for children under 18; additional rooms booked for guests aged 18 and over will be charged the membership fee for each room. If you have purchased a Soho Friends membership through Mr & Mrs Smith within the past year, please call our travel team directly to book your Soho Friends member rates. Please note, existing Soho House members should book directly through Soho House as Mr & Mrs Smith cannot offer their membership discount.
At the hotel
Free WiFi throughout, 44-seat private cinema. In rooms: TV, minibar, Marshall Bluetooth speaker, hair straighteners, and Cowshed and Soho Skin products in the bathroom.
Our favourite rooms
The best room in the house is the vast Big Room number 4, but we also love the Medium rooms on the third, fourth and fifth floors.
There's a rectangular heated pool on the rooftop, flanked by striped loungers and parasols and overlooking the Hudson. It's open year-round, but in summer there's full waiter service too.
The Cowshed spa has eucalyptus-scented steam rooms and offers a range of treatments.
A chic bikini or two for the rooftop pool. Leave some space in your luggage for your shopping exploits around Broadway and Bleecker.
The Vinyl Room hosts regular events, private dinners and DJ sessions.
All ages are welcome. Children can stay on the club floor until 9pm if dining (7pm otherwise). They’re allowed at the rooftop pool during certain hours, which change seasonally – check with reception.
It’s reassuring to know that Soho House are working to deliver an environmental impact strategy across their sites. With 2030 goals set to enhance and standardise recycling programmes and responsible food-waste management at every outpost of the member’s club globally. They also work with local suppliers selected for their like-minded responsibility. In the kitchen, there’s scrutiny around how Soho House sources coffee, cocoa and palm oil, as well as sustainable seafood and responsibly reared meat. Expect greater choice of meat-free dishes and seasonal ingredients whenever practical. Measures to assess Soho House’s carbon footprint and reduce emissions are ongoing.
By the window with a view over Manhattan, or stake out the private party area, which seats up to 12.
House Kitchen serves modern international cuisine, with a backdrop of Swarovski chandeliers and marvellous Manhattan views. The brand’s signature Dirty Burgers come in plant-based versions, and there are lots of other all-veg options, too: roasted cauliflower with turmeric rice, vegan penne alla vodka and eggplant and pomegranate dips.
The hotel bar is open for food and drinks from 11am until midnight on Monday and Sunday; 2am the rest of the week.
10pm; the Drawing Room serves food until 3am on weekdays; 4am at weekends.
Contrary to what the name may suggest, this Soho House outpost is actually in Manhattan’s Meatpacking District.
The closest New York hubs are Newark and La Guardia – around 20 minutes from the hotel. JFK is a little further (the drive should take about 35 minutes).
Trains Grand Central Station and New York Penn Station are 5–10 minutes away by car. From here, you'll be able to board Amtrak (www.amtrak.com) services to other destinations all over the USA, as well as the Long Island Rail Road to the Hamptons.
From JFK, take the Van Wyck Expressway then the Long Island Expressway, before heading over towards Chelsea and Manhattan on the Queens Midtown Expressway.
Worth getting out of bed for
Liberty helicopters will whisk you around the Manhattan skyline and out to the Statue of Liberty. It also offers airport transfers, if you’re feeling flashy.
Pastismay have relocated from Ninth Avenue to Gansevoort Street, but it’s as fashionable as ever and great for brunch (or French bistro dishes with perfect frites). Carlos Suarez’s resurrection of this 100-year-old brownstone to create the cosy Bobo was a stroke of genius. It feels more like a private supper scenario, with delicious, fresh and seasonal farm-to-table fare.
If there’s a New York equivalent of the Knowledge, our cab driver didn’t have it – which was unfortunate, because the Manhattan outpost of London media club Soho House is difficult to find. In contrast to the towering Gansevoort Hotel nearby, it has a small, unassuming entrance, with an understated sign. Our random street-by-street tour finally came to an end and we invited the cabbie to ‘get lost’ – advice he no doubt took quite literally.
From the moment we stepped out of our yellow New York City cab in the heart of the Meatpacking District, we knew we were staying in one of the most happening parts of town. It was the first hot weekend of the year; the streets were buzzing with alfresco diners and drinkers spilling out onto the street. The black smoked-glass doors of Soho House opened to reveal a lobby with a simple black desk and distressed leather chairs. Only the exquisite Swarovski chandeliers alluded to the amazing interiors on the floors above.
David, our concierge at this fine boutique hotel, greeted us; he would prove invaluable during our stay. He gave us his personal mobile number, which we could ring at any time of the day or night if we needed anything, including guestlisting at clubs. Even the lift up to the room, with its mirrored and green quilted-leather walls was amazing – perfect for a David LaChapelle photo shoot, we reckoned. We tried, in our own small way, to put this theory to the test a bit later, after a few Nimms cups. At least the theory that the delicious but deadly cocktails of blueberries, raspberries, vodka and Red Bull are ideal for combating jet lag seemed to be spot on.
Our room in this hip city had just the wow factor we’d hoped for. Music started the moment we stepped through the door, activated by motion sensors, and there was a speaker hooked up to the surround sound so we could play our own music. A massive wall-mounted plasma screen was on hand, in case we could tear ourselves away from the breathtaking view of Manhattan, which we could enjoy all the more with the ‘very wrong’ chocolate-covered popcorn from the minibar.
The style was understated and chic: an exciting mix of contemporary and retro furniture, surrounding a huge bed covered with ‘jump on me’ pillows. According to David, Gwen Stefani slept here and mentions it on her album: ‘We know how to live, baby. We're luxurious, like Egyptian cotton.’ After a quick dip in the freestanding bath, a power shower in the mini wet room and a good head-to-toe lathering in the abundant Cowshed products, we could see exactly what she meant.
The next morning, we got out to the shops as fast as we could. SoHo is just a 10-minute cab ride from the hotel (providing your cab driver knows where he’s going). The shopping around Broadway and Bleecker was just too good; incredible vintage thrift stores next to exclusive boutiques. By the time we made it back to Soho House it was time to hit the roof terrace.
Cocktails were flowing and well-dressed thirtysomethings were lying on day beds around the pool. The music had a cool British flavour (no doubt inspired by the British owners): Rolling Stones, the Smiths, Joy Division. We ate at the restaurant next to the pool, where well-groomed waiters, who certainly knew their Chloé from their Gucci, provided attentive service. The food was serviceable, but nowhere near as impressive as the amazing views.
Night owls make note, the Meatpacking District is the main clubbing area of downtown. The Gansevoort Hotel deserves a visit, if just to experience the 360-degree vista from the huge roof terrace; otherwise we found we needed to venture out to Greenwich Village and SoHo for more bar action. As they say, New York never sleeps. Neither, apparently, did the party people queuing until dawn directly below our window. Soho House isn’t ideal for a quiet night’s sleep.
Having somewhat overdone things, we headed up to the roof for a swim and some breakfast the next morning, sporting huge sunglasses and a pallor as green as the lift’s interior. The breakfast menu offered a good selection of eggs Florentine, Benedict and full English breakfasts. Having breakfast by a pool, on a roof in Manhattan with a view of the Hudson, is hard to beat, although the horde of screaming kids in the pool hardly soothed our throbbing heads.
It would have been nice to avoid the bun fight to get a lounger when the kids were kicked out at 1pm, but once they’d left we could enjoy lounging around drinking cocktails supplied by the ever-fabulous Ryan. In fact, we found it impossible to leave, despite the unbelievable shopping on the streets below, and the temptation of a helicopter trip from the helipad five minutes away.
We spent so much time sunning ourselves that we didn’t spend as much time as we would have liked in the rest of Soho House: the drawing room; the bar, with its 39-foot Chesterfield sofas; the Cowshed Spa (our fake-tan appointment was cancelled because it was too hot). But it proves that it’s an amazing place to hang out, regardless of the weather. We have a brilliant excuse to go back – and next time, we’ll be able to give the cab driver directions.