Breakfast business meetings on the 33rd floor of Barcelona’s Hotel Arts make it difficult to stick to any agenda. The view down there, with sandy beaches and a marina crammed with sailing boats, continually distracts. Concentration is needed.
This is actually a Ritz-Carlton property, managed by the Marriott machine on behalf of the owners, London-based private equity fund Archer Capital. Unlike most Ritz-Carltons, there are few visible signs of the brand. Suite 3016, indeed, is labelled Arts Suite by We Collect. We Collect contemporary art galleries, set up by Enrique del Rio and Amaia de Menaka in Barcelona, Carabanchel and Madrid, link the new generation of Spanish artists with collectors and hanging venues, like hotel bedrooms. Yes, Hotel Arts lives up to its name.
Measure the size of suite 3,016 by pacing the floor. Get instant exercise by striding 52 metres from one end to the other, going to the salon and to the bedroom via bathrooms and the dining-library space. Yes, there’s a library, a primer to the New York Times best-seller list. This is a hotel for the inquisitive and well-rounded mind.
You need time to make the most of Hotel Arts. To discover the gym requires a search round a multi-corner corridor to an elevator with a beach scene cabin interior that’s a wrap-around reminder that glory days are here again. To discover more wow, rise to the 43rd floor saunas, all-wall windows, men for a sunset view, women for sunrise.
For dinner, think speakeasy – for food. Next to an art gallery is The Pantry, selling sardines and other canned fish, a Catalan specialty, and local cheeses and Priorat wines. One display wall, it's shelves stocked with such goodies, swings back to reveal a curtain. Pull it back to be part of an actor in a dark candlelit restaurant. Perhaps hand-skinned Galician octopus in olive oil, or wild mushrooms in creamed rice with Anna De Cordoniu cava, black truffle and Manchego. A Priorat red, possibly 2019 Ferrer Bobet Vinye Velles. Whatever, it should be compulsory to finish with a chocolate and hazelnut semisphere, the perfect aphrodisiac before tumbling into your 400-count Frette cotton sheets.
And in morning, business behind you, there might be a different type of meeting, a leisurely traditional Catalan brunch picnic. Arturo Sanchez jamón, El Rey Silo Blanco cheese. Sitting on the hotel’s lawn and gazing at Gehry.