The Mercer

The Mercer

The Mercer sits at the corner of Mercer and Prince Streets in SoHo, inside a landmark Romanesque Revival building that predates the neighborhood's turn into a shopping strip. Six floors hold just seventy-three rooms, each one sun-filled and facing either cobblestone streets or a private terrace garden, so nobody gets stacked into a windowless box. Downstairs, Sartiano's serves modern Italian food from James Beard winner Alfred Portale in a room shaped like a Tuscan wine cellar by Studio Sofield, and its café spills onto the sidewalk once the weather turns. What separates this address from its SoHo neighbors is the standing invitation to Zero Bond, the private members' club a few minutes' walk away, open to guests for the length of their stay. Rooms carry Dyson dryers, a minibar stocked at no extra charge, and nightly turndown, along with a facial developed specifically for the hotel with Dr. Barbara Sturm. There's a private workout room by appointment and complimentary access to a nearby luxury gym. Pets are welcome, useful if you travel with one and are tired of hearing no. This suits someone who wants New York without the noise of being seen wanting it, who would rather read in the library than work a lobby. It will feel quiet to the point of dull for anyone chasing a rooftop scene or a crowd. A 150 USD daily deposit applies at check-in, alongside photo ID and a credit card. What lingers afterward is the restraint: a hotel that behaves like a home somebody else happens to be lending you. The Mercer occupies a landmark SoHo building with seventy-three rooms and a standing invitation to the private Zero Bond club. Its restraint suits travelers who want New York quietly; anyone chasing a scene should look elsewhere. Pets, Dyson dryers, and a Barbara Sturm facial come standard.