My Love Affair With Chicago’s Palmer House Hilton Hotel

The seeds of my love affair with Chicago’s Palmer House were sown back in 1969. An anxious and giddy teenager, I was thrilled that the famous hotel had been chosen for my senior prom. I vividly recall stepping into the opulent lobby, with its Tiffany 24-karat gold chandeliers, majestic “Winged Angels” (the largest bronze statues ever made by Tiffany), and its magnificent domed ceiling painted with Grecian frescoes. I was the ugly duckling, suddenly become a lovely swan. I was Cinderella. My handsome, tux-clad prince offered his arm as we promenaded through the glittering lobby and up the staircase to the ballroom, where we danced the night away.

Exquisite lobby of Chicago’s Palmer House

Although I no longer live in Chicago, I recently attended a conference in the Loop and spent a few extra days in the city. Memories came flooding back one afternoon when I turned a corner and found myself in front of the Palmer House. I stood on the sidewalk, debating whether or not to go inside. Perhaps it would be best to remember it the way it was on that fairy-tale night. But the temptation to revisit my past was too strong; I stepped through the front entrance and descended the stairs to the lobby. And just like that I was 17 again, rendered speechless by the exquisite surroundings.

5 thoughts on “My Love Affair With Chicago’s Palmer House Hilton Hotel”

  1. I had my first Palmer House experience in February of last year, attending the AWP conference. It truly is a majestic hotel. And while I’m not a huge fan of the Hilton chain (I prefer Starwood), I will always make the Palmer my home when in Chicago! So much history there!
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