Trump's new hotel offers everything he claims to hate
A bit after 4 p.m. Thursday, the doorbell rang in my hotel room, Room 446 at the new Trump International Hotel in Washington. It was my Koran. I had ordered it from housekeeping.
I had checked in to experience the just-opened Trump International Hotel in Washington, spending $856 of Jeff Bezos's money, not including taxes and the $59 I spent on a salad and the $49 for half a bottle of undrinkable bubbly from the Trump winery.
Examining my posh surroundings — Italian bed linens, French table linens, Chinese duvet, Korean TV and, yes, Mexican tequila ($14 for a shot of Patron Silver) in the minibar, er, "private bar," I came across the Gideon bible in the nightstand with a note on "TRUMP HOTELS" stationery:
"If you would like to continue your spiritual journey, we also offer the followings (sic): Talmud. Quran. Gita. Avesta. Tripitaka (Pali Canon). Shri Guru Granth Sahib. Book of Mormon. Kindly contact Housekeeping should you wish to have one delivered to your room."
Sure enough, minutes after my call to housekeeping, a pleasant woman arrived with a copy of "The Glorious Qur'an" in Arabic and English, along with a brown prayer rug and a compass pointing in the "direction of al Kabaa" in Mecca. I expressed skepticism to her that the hotel also kept a copy of the Talmud, millions of words and many volumes of Jewish law.
"I will find it for you," she vowed.
I tipped her $4 for the Quran and declined the Talmud.
The exchange, which I undertook wearing a made-in-China "Trump Hotels" bathrobe and Trump slippers, says everything you need to know about Donald Trump. Trump the candidate has talked of banning Muslims from the country and forcing those here to register and submit to surveillance. But Trump the hotelier welcomes Muslims with korans and prayer rugs.
It was a further reminder, as if one were needed, that the man who would take up residence just five blocks up Pennsylvania Avenue from his new hotel is a charlatan.
He campaigns on an "America First" theme — yet about the only American-made thing I could find in my hotel room was the small package of milk-chocolate Trump gold bullion ($25).
He portrays himself as a populist friend of the little guy, yet he makes money renting out a presidential suite for $18,000 a night (a sign informed me that the maximum nightly rate for my room was $5,600).
He derides the "establishment" but makes his living catering to it. The hotel lobby features a Brioni boutique and three-foot-tall bottles of Veuve Clicquot sharing a bartop with Dom Perignon; the room comes with a copy of Wine Spectator ("The Cheese Issue"); the hotel charges $15 to launder a shirt, $12 for Peanut M&Ms and $26 for a hamburger (sorry, no taco bowls).
In my room, I found a Trump logo bathmat and towels from India, bone china from Japan, two telephones from Malaysia, a Swiss refrigerator, German coffee cups and Trump soaps and lotions from Canada, and, from China, all four lamps, coffee machine, bathroom scale, valet stand and shower cap. The hotel's managing director is from France. Most hotel workers I met during my stay had Caribbean or African accents.
Accepting the presidential nomination, Trump portrayed a nation and world facing the End of Days: "moment of crisis ... violence in our streets ... chaos in our communities ... war and destruction."
Trump's new hotel suggests things may not be quite so bad. Moments after I arrived, a waiter came unbidden with a white chocolate model of the Capitol dome, delicate macaroons, truffles and chocolate-covered strawberries. The in-room bar had Macallan 12-year-old single-malt Scotch and Johnnie Walker Blue Label. A sign on the desk informed me that the "Trump Attache Service" would put me in a "VIP" frame of mind, "where desires are intuited and requests anticipated." A marketing brochure told me that the still-unopened Spa by Ivanka Trump would "create pathways for each guest to inner health and external beauty."
There was a feeling that the opening had been rushed to precede a certain date — say, Nov. 8. Utility workers were laying cable outside, and my confirmation letter referred to me as "Mr. **." There was also symbolism in the naming of the second-floor meeting rooms: Eisenhower, Bush, Roosevelt, Reagan, Wilson, Adams, Kennedy and Jefferson — "Jeff" in the marketing brochure — and, among them, the "DJT Boardroom."
In this one aspect — hubris — Trump the hotelier and Trump the candidate are the same.
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