![]() Instead, there were packets of crispy almond butter Brussels sprouts, kelp jerky, sachets of Moon Juice Adaptogens (herbs, mushrooms and minerals that apparently help to protect the body from stress-induced damage) a “high-performance anti-ageing and lip filler treatment” (a snip at $125) and a Binchotan Charcoal Facial Puff ($17). ![]() What kind of hotel was this, I cried! To which the answer is: the kind of hotel attached to one of the world’s most luxurious gyms, where membership can cost up to $500 (£400) a month. So off I pootled to the new Equinox hotel in Manhattan, utterly clueless as to the disaster that would shortly unfold, the most pressing thing on my mind being the fact that there was no club sandwich on the room service menu – only a spelt bread creation with herb-roasted turkey, picked shallot, celery root and apple – and no Pringles in the minibar. This was back when simple border controls seemed sufficient enough to keep out this new coronavirus everyone seemed to be talking about, though only in passing, and not in a serious way, because how could we, a civilisation that can create a luxury wellness destination with cryotherapy chambers and state-of-the-art spinning machines, be undone by the actions of someone in a wet market several thousand miles away? At immigration, the officers were even more unwelcoming than usual – had I been to China in the past 14 days, they barked, in such a way that made me think I might get a warmer welcome there. Two months ago – aka 2,000 years ago – I flew in a state of blissful ignorance to New York, to stay in the world’s most health-conscious hotel.
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