We never stayed in Miami before and didn’t know what to expect. Actually, this is Miami Beach, close and actually on the beach. I have no idea why one would want to stay in Miami.
Room Mate Waldorf Towers came up when we were searching for somewhere close to the ocean. This place made out on location and price. Turns out it is only three stories, not what most would call a “tower.” The first night was a surprise.
The hotel is on Ocean Drive, the closest you can get to the ocean. Also the closest you can get to bedlam. Our first clue hit us when the Super Shuttle drove in to drop us off. Traffic was fierce, even around noon time when we got there. It is Party City USA. Big mistake for us, a retired couple. Most nearly every hotel along this strip has a patio restaurant out front, and typically music was blaring. We had lunch on Waldorf Towers’ front porch, and it was good. And pricey.
The problem came when it was time for two old people to retire for the night. The party went on until 2 a.m. Additionally, we unwisely accepted a room on the first floor, facing onto a street. Not much sleep.
Good news! A bit of negotiation, and the hotel gave us a room on the third (top) floor our second night. Much quieter, except it was next to the elevator. The elevator is a predictable sound that can become ignored by anybody needing to sleep. Besides, passenger traffic on the elevator slows down as people in the hotel bed down for the night.
Then it was off to Key West for the two of us and back the following Friday for an overnight stay at Waldorf Towers to connect with our flight home to San Antonio. This time the hotel worked agreeably with us and gave us a room on the third floor, on the side away from the street, and several doors down from the elevator. It was most pleasant.
Without actually searching the history, this hotel appears to be among a slew built in the 1930s at the height of the Art Deco craze. It has since been modernized, probably multiple times and finally quite recently. Everything inside is fresh and modern, still retaining the Art Deco feel. The staff could not possibly have been more professional and attentive. They are top rate.
While we were waiting for our ride to the airport the manager, Adnan Jafarov, came up and introduced himself. He is an immigrant from Azerbaijan, over here ten years and intent on making the hotel business his life’s work. I am sure he could not have known that I write hotel reviews in my spare time, but he spent some time thanking us for staying at the hotel and making us feel very welcome. He reminded me that one of the benefits of colonialism (Azerbaijan was formerly part of the Soviet Union) is the opportunity to learn a second language. We exchanged a few phrases in Russian. He is dismayed at his need to learn Spanish in the USA. I reminded him one benefit of colonialism is that I grew up speaking English.