Not many hotels in New York can boast a bar, restaurant, gym, private park, library and sky terrace without looking like your average all-inclusive resort. But the Hudson can: A great hotel is like the perfect woman; comforting, sexy, impeccably maintained, and totally fine with your leaving for good the next morning. Just kidding, though it’s these traits and many more that make the Hudson, a team effort by Ian Schrager and Philippe Starck, so special. While some complain its one thousand rooms are too small, others argue that its artistic public spaces, haute yacht-like guest rooms (dark African wood paneling; modern, white-tiled bathrooms; stainless steel tables), and reasonable rates more than make up for the fact that you can’t do a proper cartwheel next to the bed. By day, sunbathe on the Sky Terrace or take in the cool charms of its indoor-outdoor private park; by night, mingle underneath the Hudson Bar’s ceiling fresco by painter Francesco Clemente. Fashionable flocks chat over modernized comfort food at Jeffrey Chodorow’s Hudson Cafeteria, a candlelit, Viking-esque dining hall with communal wood table and stained-glass windows. The staff certainly isn’t ugly, and they know what they’re doing, too.