Nice to see that there are plans to convert the old Hotel Sonesta on Hartford’s Constitution Plaza into apartments.
You may remember the place as the Hotel America. Or the Summit. Or the Clarion. But to me it will always be The Sonesta.
I worked next door for nearly 14 years. It is where we held our wedding reception. Its bars are where we celebrated triumphs and shared sorrows. And if you never had prime rib and caesar salad prepared tableside in the Rib Room, you missed out. It was the “special occasion” place.
Gordon and Steve were the tuxedoed maitre d’s at the Rib Room. Cindy and Bridget were among the bartenders at Zeros. Harry was the doorman you couldn’t walk by without rehashing the previous night’s ballgame. And Bill Ricco ran the place. A dapper, goateed bon vivant who kept a sharp eye over the proceedings.
The building itself was undistinguished. The hotel rooms, on the small side. But those people made the building, and oh what fun we had.
It will be nice to see the lights back on.