A Day to Remember the Chandeliers
I adore chandeliers. I maintain that they belong in campers and bathrooms, nurseries and libraries. I don’t believe a chandelier can ever be “too much”. I extol their sparkle, their glamour, their unabashed opulence. I love being fancy for no good reason. Today was “Chandelier Cleaning Day” at the Pfister. I have no idea how […]
Because a Hotel Has Known You for Decades
Mike says that ten years ago, the Pfister saved his mother-in-law’s life. His wife’s parents were celebrating their fiftieth wedding anniversary and were just about to leave the hotel to meet their family for a party when his mother-in-law suffered a heart attack in her room. Pfister staff called an ambulance and kept her calm […]
How the Pfister’s Incredible Art Collection Strengthened My Marriage (Or At Least Got Us Out of the House Sans Toddlers and Goldfish Crackers)
I treasure date nights. With four children aged four and younger, a typical evening in our home can feel like a freefall into chaos. Date nights whisper to us that we are still sane adults in love who can have a conversation that doesn’t involve repeating, “We are leaving in two minutes. Did you hear […]
A Man of Many Families: A 92-Year-Old Pfister Bellboy Returns to Charm
“My friends from back then are probably going to see the news or read this and say, ‘Wow. That old fool is still alive?’” That “old fool” turned 92 years old last month, on January 18th, and he was still as suave and spunky as ever when I sat down with him and his family […]
“Checking In With” Carol, Our Sunday Brunch Host | August 2016
“Checking In With” Carol, Sunday Brunch Host Here at The Pfister, I treat everyone the same. I know they’re human beings: they all put their pants legs on one leg at a time. I have been in hospitality for thirty years–I started out in banquets here at the Hotel–but I also have a huge theater background. I […]
Gallery Night: Interpreting the Textures in Our Lives
It is what it is. Perception. It is what it is not. Metaphor. My mother used to like to recount how one day in preschool, a classmate approached me and asked me, “What are you?” Yes, “what” not “who.” As my mother and teacher eavesdropped, I’m told that I (and this is all my mother, […]