I recently stayed a few nights at The Franklin Hotel on 87th Street between Lexington Ave and Third Ave. Been walking by it for years, used to see the bellhop in a top hat. Haven’t seen that in a long time there was no top hatted bellhop during my stay. I have a feeling The Franklin has a gritty, story-filled New York City history. The building was constructed around 1929 and the neon sign looks old and classic. When I told people I would be staying there, most asked in a disgusted tone, why would I want to stay there? I guess it doesn’t appear from the outside to be a really “nice” hotel but I was looking for something with a certain old New York vibe. I almost didn’t stay there because when I sought out more information The Franklin Hotel website painted a picture of a chic contemporary boutique hotel, no mention of any past. There were mixed reviews on Yelp and I think anyone looking for a contemporary boutique hotel could be disappointed. The hallways and parts of rooms like the nook for the sink in my bathroom were datedly small. But for anyone looking for that old New York feeling like myself, The Franklin was everything I wanted it to be. Perhaps the coolest part is the elevator with an art deco motif in the cab. The doorsknobs to the elevator on each floor have inlaid mother-of-pearl or abalone bits. Mosaic room numbers. I wish the Franklin would market its historical aspects more. I want to know who stayed there, who died there, and if I knew its stories I swear I would stay there more often. Anyone know any Franklin stories? Please add in the comments. Here are some photos.
A blurry photo I took several years ago of the bellhop.