New York, United States

The Standard, High Line

Rates from (ex tax)$242.19

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A fine Balazs


Hip Hudson riverside

Standing astride New York’s raised High Line park in the Meatpacking Districting, The Standard, High Line hotel is a clever convergence of two towers of concrete and glass. Inside, it’s all marvellously minimalist, with a lobby that wouldn’t look out of place in a Kubrick film. Rooms, with fantastic views over the Hudson, are very stylish and a bit exhibitionist, thanks to sexy glass showers that open up to the bedroom.

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Photos The Standard, High Line facilities

Need to know


338, including four suites.


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


Double rooms from $242.19, 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.

Price information

If you haven’t entered any dates, the rate shown is provided directly by the hotel and represents the cheapest double room (including tax) available in the next 60 days.

Prices have been converted from the hotel’s local currency (USD242.19), via, using today’s exchange rate.

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.


Your furry friend can stay for free: just let the hotel know they're coming in advance. See more pet-friendly hotels in New York.


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

Food and Drink

Photos The Standard, High Line food and drink

Top Table

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

Dress Code

Downtown debonair.

Hotel restaurant

Open for breakfast and dinner, the Standard Grill is a 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 12 noon 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 9pm, it's a private members' club accessible by invitation only. Neighbouring night club Le Bain, with its rooftop plunge pool, is similarly sceney and exclusive, but buttering-up the doorman here may well win an 'open sesame'. Guests (and vertigo victims) can also test out the barmen’s mixology skills in the Standard Grill's bar or sip a brew (and nibble a bratwurst) in the Biergarten. 

Please note that the Top of the Standard is closed every August for renovations.

Room service

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


Photos The Standard, High Line location
The Standard, High Line
848 Washington Street
New York
United States


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.

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 (+1 212 462 4244) 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 (+1 212 924 1200) is practically on the hotel’s doorstep, and specialises in fresh Mediterranean cuisine. Trad Provençal bistro, Pastis (+1 212 929 4844) 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 (+1 212 488 2626) 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 (+1 212 243 1053) 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. 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 (+1 212 691 2426) on E10th Street, which offers three-course menus of scintillating sweets, coupled with sommelier-selected champagnes, dessert wines and ports.


Photos The Standard, High Line reviews
Oli Beale

Anonymous review

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.

We loved



Stayed on 11 Aug 2017

We loved

Just about everything but the views are outstanding and the elevators are very quirky!! Walking the High Line and the streets of New York was great fun and of course have lunch at Grand Central Station!

Don’t expect

Slightly disappointed in the bathroom, which was smaller than we had expected.


Stayed on 21 Dec 2016

We loved

The roof top bar. Recommend Buddakan and walking the highline

Don’t expect

Privacy in the shower!!!


Stayed on 31 Aug 2016

We loved

Proximity to The High Line. Recommend Bubby's Diner - the most authentic American diner experience (and at the good end of the scale!)

Don’t expect

A taxi when you want it


Stayed on 6 Jul 2016

We loved

Fantastic hotel, beautiful room with floor to ceiling windows over looking the Hudson River. Excellent area. Recommend Chelsea market, The Highline, Fig and Olive restaurant, Catch Restaurant

Don’t expect

Unfortunately even though you are a resident at the hotel you are not allowed in the hotel bar at the top of the hotel after 9pm. 


Stayed on 28 Apr 2016