Kimpton Journeyman Hotel
/310 E. Chicago St., Milwaukee
That name is far too long, but I like the “Journeyman” part—I guess it’s part of the Kimpton “boutique” hotel chain—this one relatively new in Milwaukee—they built it since I moved back here. My cynical side assumes boutique hotel means to charge more money for what should be standard (towels that you can dry yourself with, no blood stains, no bedbugs), but my other side likes the style, and that they sometimes renovate old buildings. It’s a swank place, and I generally look like I’m an out of work clown, but I relaxed at the hotel lobby bar and the guy happily made me an espresso. People working at a place like this have no obligation to someone stepping in off the street—they know I’m not a guest—they don’t get reprimanded if they treat me like an asshole, and they get no gold star for being nice. But they were nice, and I talked to the woman working there about the restaurant—looked at a menu, etc. And I observed the hotel lobby scene for an hour and then used the impeccable bathroom.
6.21.23