Eloise at the Chelsea

In the following list, choose the item that doesn’t belong: Plaza, St. Moritz, Sherry-Netherland, Pierre, Ritz-Carlton, Regency, Carlyle, Hotel Chelsea.
     I just read an article in Travel+Leisure magazine that purports to be searching for real-life Eloises – you know, kids who grew up in hotels. The Plaza had Eloise, and we had, who, Sid?  As you might suspect it’s an article about people who are so rich and spoiled they make you long for the return of Robespierre, and it’s humorous to see denizens of the Hotel Chelsea mentioned in the same context.
     Amenities you can expect from a luxury residential hotel include: 24 hour room serivce, house phones, valet service, shoe shines & mini-bars!  Well, we do have phones at the Chelsea. Ask Stanley Bard about room service and he'll tell you that the best deli in all of Manhattan is two doors down.
     The lawyer/author Michael Rips and his family are profiled as typical Chelsea Hotel residents.  Our favorite part of the story was when his daughter, Nicolaia, was once assigned to do a paper on the British Sculptor Andy Goldsworthy, he sent her down to the lobby to do research.  Amazingly, she was not abducted and sold into white slavery, but came back with pages of notes.
     When describing how he go into the Chelsea, Michael says he needed a recommendation.  Most of us get by with a note from our psychiatrist.  "We all represent different aspects of Stanley's mind," he says.  I knew I was in somebody's dream, I just always thought it was my own. (Ed Hamilton)