Papa’s got a brand new bag: The estate and family of Ernest Hemingway just announced that they’ve entered into an agreement with Hemingway Hotels & Resorts “to develop luxury hotels and resorts based upon the life of Ernest Hemingway.”
Wow. Really? So what does that mean? The bars never close? Fistfights in the lobby? Rooms overrun with dogs and cats?
Okay, I’m making fun. Actually, they can put me on the list right now of people who want to be there on the first night they open. Which brings up one other tiny little detail: There aren’t any Hemingway Hotels & Resorts. At least not at the moment. They’re still looking for them. And what will make a Hemingway Hotel?
First of all, they have to be in places that have a connection to Papa. Paris comes to mind, as does Venice, Nairobi, Key West, Madrid, Pamplona, and, of course, Cuba (how cool would it be if, once Fidel smokes his last cigar, the first Hemingway Hotel & Resort opened in Habana Vieja, ideally within puking distance of La Bodeguita del Medio?).
Here’s what else the Hemingway Hotel people say: The bars will serve “Hemingway’s favorite libations.” Mojitos! Daiquiris! Presidente Brandy!
They will also have “a well-stocked, comfortably furnished library” where, we assume, you can pick up a copy of our greatest American novel, The Great Gatsby…er, uhm, I mean The Sun Also Rises.
And the restaurants at the hotels will serve “Hemingway’s favorite dishes from Paris, Spain, Italy, and elsewhere.”
I love it! Sign me up!