Baccarat Hotel

Absolutely love the Baccarat hotel in New York. This is our only choice when we stay in New York. It's beautiful, the staff is incredible, and the location is the best. The lounge is beautiful and the bar is fun, with tasty drinks.

Will be back! Five star+ service and stunning, modern rooms with baccarat crystal accents, bar, glassware etc. Concierge was able to confirm hard to get day of reservations - we were impressed. Butler pressed wrinkled items at arrival (no charge). Beautiful Mercedes Maybach available for local drop offs at no cost. Gorgeous bar and salon. If you’re debating between here and the St Regis, explore no more - THIS is your place.

We thoroughly enjoyed our stay, perfect location! Staff are magnificent, hotel is absolutely stunning, for a young couple it is the perfect stay, quality and luxurious throughout!

We had an amazing time at the Baccarat Hotel in Midtown. From the moment you walk in, the space feels elegant, warm, and beautifully designed without being over the top. The service was excellent - attentive, professional, and genuinely welcoming. Our room was spacious, spotless, and full of thoughtful luxury details. The bathroom alone felt like a mini spa. The location is perfect, steps from Fifth Avenue, MoMA, and Central Park, yet the hotel feels calm and private inside. Out trip was a refined luxury experience in NYC and Baccarat truly delivers.

I arrived at Baccarat with one mission: hide from the world with room service and HGTV. Revolutionary, I know. My ambitions were genuinely modest—a bed, four walls, and zero human interaction. Basically the luxury hotel equivalent of going to Target in sweatpants. Then the concierge offered a complimentary upgrade. Here’s where everything changed. I walked through those doors into my room and had what can only be described as a spiritual experience in thread count. And let me be clear I’ve stayed at places. But this? This was different. I literally looked around and thought, “How do I transfer my mortgage here?” Everything was immaculate in that obsessive French way that makes you feel both pampered and slightly judged for existing. The room service arrived hot and plated like it was heading to a Michelin inspector. The bathroom was basically a marble sanctuary the kind where you contemplate your entire life’s purpose while soaking. The bedding felt like I was sleeping on a cloud that had somehow become thread count 1000+. But the glassware. The glassware. Every water glass, cocktail coupe, and juice vessel felt like holding history in your hands. It’s the kind of detail that makes you realize why other hotels exist to remind us how far we are from this. I loved every minute. I’m already booking my next stay. Baccarat: Because sometimes “self-care” means admitting you’ll never leave once you arrive.