The Poetry Garden is said to be better in summer and fall, but it’s pretty great in winter, under heat lamps. On the fourteenth floor, attached to Bookmarks lounge, the garden is surrounded by spectacular views of midtown architecture.  

 

It makes one hungry! Meatballs in mushroom gravy, with garlic bread on the side, was a large small plate. A charcuterie platter came with truffle honey, cornichons, and good baguette. Truffled popcorn was freshly popped. (The ground floor of the Library Hotel has a full restaurant, Madison & Vine.) Cocktails include Tequila Mockingbird and Gone With the Gin, with Dorothy Parker Rose Petal Gin. 

 

At the bar, in the hotel reception, and on every floor, are packed bookshelves, but with an occasional gap between books, as though it were permissible to borrow and return, like at the Midtown library a couple of blocks west. The books are not matchy-matchy, arranged by color, yet they are consigned to be ornamental. The constant reader finds herself poring over the bindings for hidden gems—an unappreciated Victorian romance or murder mystery—to borrow and of course return, perhaps with late fees due. Don’t worry, I’ll be back to the Poetry Garden before the seasons change. Happy hour is weeknights, four to six, with $9 wine.  As the several Japanese maple trees turn bright orange, a mulled wine cocktail is added to the drinks menu, and when flowers bloom, frosé.