The Jentinental

I have but three passions in life. One of which...is fine champagna!

 

The Four Seasons Chicago, She is soo nice, both delicious...and dangerous. Her fluffy downy pillows terminate against the sharp corners of a Louis XIV sidetable, perfect for a quick concussion before proceeding to the spa. There too, a strange world awaits for those with enough cunning and prowness to navigate the labryrinth of the ladies locker room and reach the mecca of an opulent swimming pool/hot tub combo. And, to make the journey from your swanky surrounds to the land of muscle relaxation, this 5-star queen will even bedeck you in the coziest of terry robes and matching slippers to ride the elevator in style.

After a sumptuous slumber beneath a snowy comforter, do not miss her fabulous brunch; we know it is no good for us...but we give in...for the sensual pleasure of savory shrimp salad with the essance of oil from olives of a puratinical nature and a martini glass of pineapple teased with inebriated peaches who are being whipered to by a cloud of creme fraiche.

In other words, I swanked it up this weekend and celebrated the "Day of Dead Rich White Guys" in style; I managed to avoid injury, found the pool 2 out of 4 attempts, proved my plebian roots by uttering "Damn, this is good fish!" in the Seasons dining room and am now the proud owner of a pair of Four Seasons slippers (they expect you to take them, otherwise they are out faster than a certain Simpson's character). Special thanks to M for playing Pygmalion and providing the winter escape.

Join us again later this Spring (if the Boston location is available, fingers crossed!) for another chapter in the life of...The Jentinental.