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Romanoff Royalty at Rocco Forte’s
Hotel Astoria, St. Petersburg, Russia
“It was at a trade fair in April 2005 that I met the
general manager of the Rocco Forte property in St. Petersburg," says
Sebastian Kraemer. “We had a nice conversation, and he invited me to
visit the city. As a student of art and culture, I had always been
interested in St. Petersburg, but I was working at a hotel in Budapest
back then so it wasn't until the beginning of June that I had the chance
to make the trip. I took a taxi from the airport, and when we arrived in
the old part of the city it was about 9 o’clock at night. But this was
the time of the White Nights; it was still daylight. I could see the
canals, the bridges crossing them, the cupolas atop churches and
cathedrals, the palaces. And I was absolutely amazed. It was so
beautiful.”
We are sitting in Davidov, the restaurant of the iconic
Hotel Astoria (acquired by Sir Rocco Forte in 1997) with its genial and
youthful resident manager who, possessed of an old-fashioned courtly
manner, frequently tilts his head to indicate agreement. “I was offered
this position,” he tells us. “But first I wanted to spend a week
seeing the city and meeting the people to determine if I could be happy
living here. And I found the city has a soul. In St. Petersburg, you
really feel you are in Russia.”
We could understand what Sebastian meant especially after
several rounds of Beluga vodka which is as smooth as the ice of Siberia
where it’s bottled. Once again, it was 9 o’clock at night, but in
January, not June; the sun had set in the middle of the afternoon.
Still, looking through the tall dining room windows, we saw a sky bright
with starlight illuminating a snow-covered St. Isaac's Square and a full
moon hanging over historic St. Isaac’s Cathedral just across the way.
We’d arrived only a few hours earlier, but already we sensed the
singularity of a city which – despite multiple tsunami-sized traumas --
retains the 18th century magic envisioned by its creator, Peter the
Great.
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Outside the Hotel Astoria:
St. Isaac's
Square with Christmas Carousel |

St. Isaac's
Cathedral |
The Hotel Astoria did not come on the scene until
nearly a century and a half after his reign. Nevertheless, it has its
own kind of magic. In the heart of the Old City, a few blocks from the
banks of the Neva River and near some of the 40 canals Peter had built
after falling in love with the ones he saw in Amsterdam and Venice,
amidst the neo-classical and old-Russian palaces, institutes, and
churches he and his progeny constructed, and the monuments he had
erected (previously there were only frescoes and murals), virtually down
the street from the building where Vladimir Nabokov was born and grew
up, the Astoria emerged, a lovely example of Art Nouveau architecture
and design, of noble proportions and palatial materials, filled with
antique tapestries, paintings, and sculptures, marked by a grand
circular stairway and soaring romantic rotunda.
The hotel would be witness to the last gasp of
Romanoff Russia. Five years after it opened in 1912, the Bolshevik
Revolution brought the nation’s centuries-long dynasty to an inglorious
end. Afterwards, the Astoria became government property and, like many
hotels during the Soviet period, open only to foreign visitors and
Communist Party officials. It figured in Hitler’s nefarious vision of
the victory of Germany over the U.S.S.R. where following a parade in
front of the Winter Palace in the Hermitage, his army would escort him
the few blocks to the Astoria where he would personally receive the
surrender in its glass-roofed Winter Garden. Then he would have the
hotel, along with the rest of St. Petersburg, burned to the ground.
Happily that bizarre nightmare never came true.
Despite the 900 days that Leningrad (Stalin ordered the city re-named
for Lenin after his assassination in 1924; the original name was
restored after the collapse of the communist system) was under Nazi
siege and the enormous suffering its populace endured, the city resisted
invasion. Not a tank entered its precincts; not a bomb fell on its
beautiful structures, and Hitler never did get to cross the threshold of
the Astoria. Today, with the Second World War and the more than seven
decade-long Soviet experience part of a brutal collective memory,
Russian citizens are welcomed at the Astoria; indeed they currently
comprise about 30% of business and leisure visitors. And the Winter
Garden, beneath its frosted roof, serves the purpose for which it was
created: a setting for gala events.
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The Hotel Astoria during the Christmas season
2008.
Partial view of the statue of Tsar Nicholas I is to
the right. |
Davidov too retains many of its original
elements. It is spacious and high-ceilinged with a wall of great
windows, Art Nouveau chandeliers, a shining wooden floor laid in
a herring-bone pattern, and neo-classical pillars that conceal
heating elements. Bottom lit, they bathe surrounding walls in a
wash of red that bespeaks Romanoff regality (not Marxist
ideology!). But it is also accented with contemporary motifs
like the screen of colorful squares whose vitality is evocative
of a Kandinsky painting and luxuriant cream-colored couches that
embrace dining tables. The cuisine is classical Russian:
brilliantly “red” borscht, caviar, Chicken Kiev, Beef Stroganoff
and the “Russian Table” – which the well-informed Sebastian
urged us to try.
“For Russian people, eating is most
important,” he told us. “There is a Russian saying: ‘How good
you eat is how good you work.’ And because in Soviet times
communal housing made it difficult for people to have guests,
they always went to restaurants.
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“There is the tradition of making toasts to honor the
host. Each toast is accompanied by a shot of vodka that must be consumed
in one gulp -- otherwise the host is not wished good luck. The toasts
go around the table and if there are 20 people, there are 20 shots. To
keep going, the guests have to eat in between. That is why there are so
many dishes on the table. There are also many kinds of vodka – here at
the Astoria, we offer 34 varieties.”
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Stolichniy
Salad |
| With that, the table was laden with dishes.
Continuously refilled throughout the meal, they included
stolichniy salad: a combination of chicken, potatoes, corn, and
mayonnaise; samples of caviar – Osetra and Beluga, sturgeon,
smoked salmon, baked salmon, pickled herring, herring in cream
sauce, crab meat, sour tomatoes, carrots, cabbage, and pickles
which they refer to as marinated cucumbers.
And borscht, of course -- the hot version this
January night; pelmeni -- a traditional boiled dumpling filled
with meat, cabbage, onions, and mushrooms; and fifteen kinds of
breads. Light and flaky, white and dark, crusts embedded with
poppy seeds, sesame seeds, caraway seeds, pumpkin seeds, they
are irresistible.
We never did move on to the Chicken Kiev, or
Beef Stroganoff, or any of the other entrees. And to find the
next morning, baskets on the breakfast buffet filled with the
same assortment of breads – still fragrant from the ovens in
which they were baked only hours before, along with many of the
Russian Table delicacies prepared anew, plus thick, creamy
yogurts and fresh eggs – was a happy wake-up reminder of where
we were. |

A contemporary screen behind
the Breakfast Buffet |
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Borscht, of course! |
“At the Astoria you never have to ask ‘What
country am I in?’” said Alex Pichel, the hotel’s fair-haired and elegant
general manager. By now, it was mid-afternoon, time for tea in
the Rotonda where, on a burnished rosewood Bechstein, someone
was softly playing the theme of Tchaikovsky’s “Piano Concerto
Number One.” Crepes, canapés, and pastries were piled on
platters, the Astoria’s famous chocolate had been melted into a
fountain where fruits and cakes were being steeped as in a
fondue, water for tea was being boiled in an enormous samovar,
and all were served on beautiful blue and white Russian Meissen
china in the pattern designed for the last of the tsars:
Nicholas II. |
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The Astoria's
elegant G.M., Alex Pichel |
Sporting a perfectly tailored suit and (we were
beginning to think de rigueur) vivid red tie, Alex Pichel conveys an
aristocratic air that belies his favored vacation pursuit: touring the
back roads of Europe on a BMW motorcycle with his wife and sleeping in
tents. But such an avocation did not preclude his fondness for the
Astoria’s luxurious environs.
“When I had the offer to come here, there was no doubt
that I wanted to try it,” the veteran hotelier, who has spent the past
twenty years in five-star hotels, most recently in Kyrgyzstan, told us.
“I signed the contract before I even saw the hotel. I had met with Sir
Rocco in London, and he is such a personality, such a hotelier, that it
was clear to me I wanted to work for him, and I wanted to work here. I
already knew about the hotel; it spoke for itself.”
He went on, “The fact that it is such an old building,
however, makes it a very special case. It’s a federal monument so even
though Sir Rocco has a very long lease, ultimately it belongs to the
government. We are always in contact with St. Petersburg’s Architecture
Department. The façade was recently cleaned and repainted by the
government. We work together. But for everything we want to change, we
have to get approval from the city. That can take as long as six
months.”
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A striking counterpoint to the traditional |
Such a policy presents its
challenges. For although the Astoria is defined as a historic
property, it is also part of the Rocco Forte family which owns
the particular style and attitude Sir Rocco has summed up as
“the art of simple luxury.” Maintaining these two directions can
be a delicate balancing act. At the Astoria, it is manifested in
guest rooms whose generous dimensions remain unchanged and whose
beds are made up in the traditional fine Volga linens with
pillows filled with a choice of feathers, synthetics, wool and
pinewood flakes, or natural buckwheat pods, but where modern
furnishings and abstract art provide striking counterpoints and
where bathrooms have morphed into state-of-the-art sybaritic
recesses of black and white mosaic. At the Kandinsky Bar --
which evokes a post-Romanoff yet non-Soviet association --
window treatments have been refreshed of late with fabrics of
bold contemporary design. |
Perhaps the new look is responsible for the recent
influx of a younger local crowd. On the other hand, maybe those who have
been stopping by are crossovers from the adjoining Angleterre Hotel.
Dating back to 1840, the Angleterre was one of the
first hotels built in St. Petersburg, and from the start, it proved a
magnet for Bohemians and artists. The poet Sergey Jezenin was found dead
in his room there, and whether it was murder or suicide was never
determined. But a message written in blood on the walls: "Dying is easy.
Life is hard." Sounds like something out of Dostoyevsky.
The hotel was destroyed by fire in the 1980s; only its
façade survived. It was then re-built as an extension of the Astoria –
which explains why the two hotels are connected on many floors. Some
fifteen years later, when Sir Rocco bought the Astoria, the Angleterre
was part of the package. Only together, the two hotels add up to 450
rooms which did not fit with Sir Rocco’s vision of creating a collection
of small luxury hotels (of which the Astoria was the first; as of 2008
there are twelve in operation with an additional four underway). So he
separated them.
Re-imagined, the Angleterre (managed by R.F. although
not part of the collection) is a popular four-star destination with an
“edge.” A jazz pianist plays in Borsalino, the hotel's Italian
restaurant, which is directed by an Italian chef. Rumor has it that Borsalino's pasta is giving blini the proverbial "run for its money.”
Clearly, in a city where most hotels are either traditional or members
of international brands, the Angleterre has found its own niche.
Step out of either the Angleterre or the Astoria, and
many of the wonders of this United Nations World Heritage Site of 150
palaces and 250 museums will be close at hand. The unparalleled
Hermitage begun by Catherine the Great, an architectural ensemble of
four buildings including the Winter Palace , houses three million works of
art. To view them all is a daunting prospect. But as it is but a few
blocks away from both hotels, multiple visits are distinct
possibilities.
Within walking distance is the famed Mariinsky
Theater, home to the eponymous ballet company that (in a pattern
familiar during Soviet times) was renamed the Kirov for the leader of
the Communist Party who was assassinated in the Leningrad City Hall in
1934. Although since reverted to its original name, the company on tour
is identified as “Mariinsky, formerly Kirov.”
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Winter Palace: home of the Tsars |

Grand Stairway of the Winter Palace |
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The St. Nicholas Marine Cathedral where
Dostoyevsky and Pushkin worshipped is nearby on St. Petersburg’s
longest canal. Members of the KGB were in frequent attendance at
this beautiful 18th -century Baroque vision in ethereal sky-blue
and white with elaborate gilt carvings and five golden domes.
Remaining open all through the Communist period, it proved a
convenient locale for checking out the faithful. |

Siberian Jasper Vase ,Hermitage |
To visit these and the many other historic and cultural
sites of St. Petersburg is to get a glimpse into the post-Soviet Russian
character. One sees long lines of people, bundled up against the cold,
patiently waiting for admission to the Hermitage or St. Isaac’s
Cathedral despite brutal weather. At a sell-out performance for a
mid-week staging of “Swan Lake” at the Mariinsky, the audience showers
dancers with bouquets of flowers through seemingly endless curtain
calls. On Christmas Day of the Russian calendar, a mass of people – from
small children to men and women old enough to remember the 900-day siege
– stand through a service, one against the other, overdressed in winter
garb in the heated upper level of St. Nicholas’ Church (once reserved
for the aristocracy) in apparent devotion led by a priest dressed in
jeweled raiments whose powerful tenor voice was echoed by an unseen
chorus somewhere up above.
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Waiting to enter the Hermitage |

View across the Neva from the Hermitage
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Another view across the Neva from the
Hermitage |
“St. Petersburg is the
second largest city in Russia; it is a cultural capital,” the
Astoria's sales and marketing director Frank Ingers told us.
“But it is more than a cultural capital. It has great
gastronomy, the striking beauty of the river and canals." Frank,
who came to St. Petersburg from the Grand Hotel in Stockholm,
loved the waterfront of Stockholm. "But here there
is so much more to see," he said. "It is a growing destination." |
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"Every day I walk through
here, I see the flair, the feeling, the touch," Alex told us.
"The Astoria is one of the most beautiful hotels I've ever
worked in, and it deserves to be known as the best hotel in St.
Petersburg, one of the best in Europe. That's what we are aiming
for.
“There are these wonderful people here, but many
are from the old Russia and feel we ex-pats (Alex and Sebastian
are German; Frank is Swedish) are pushing into something that
should be left to them. So we have put a lot of effort into
training, into showing them what we want to achieve. And I think
over the year I've been here, we have really shaped up into a
great team.
“Of course,” the g.m. added with a wink, “we’ve had
the good fortune of having ‘Mother Russia’ with us.” |
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Resident Manager Sebastian Kraemer |

Sales & Marketing Director Frank Ingers |
Slender and attractive, the sultry-voiced, St.
Petersburg-born director of guest relations hardly qualifies as a
Russian babushka. Still Lydia Leontyeva has proved the ideal candidate
for providing a bridge between Western European management and local
staff. Named the best employee in the Rocco Forte family for looking
after customers, she compared her situation to winning an Oscar. “Only
an actress who plays her role every day could imagine mine,” she said.
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The irrepressible Lydia Leontyeva |
She continued, “We have many
regular customers who come back again and again. I know which
room they want, which amenities they prefer, the kind of water,
champagne, or vodka to send up to them. As a rule, they are very
happy. But sometimes we get complaints like the time a young man
(part of an American group) called down to say his microwave not
working. He seemed very upset so I went up to his room right
away with a current converter. I thought he must have brought a
microwave oven along with him. But he showed me the safe. Its
door was open, and inside was a little pot of water with some
sausages. ‘No matter what I do, I can’t get this microwave to
work,’ he said.” Lydia apparently gets
things to work. Having been on the scene in St. Petersburg
hotels for the past 20 years, she has a unique perspective at
the Astoria as one who bears witness to the before and after of
the Soviet system. “Life was boring and oppressive,” she says of
the earlier time. “Everything was closed. But we didn't know
anything else. Now, however, things are opening up. Even people
who left are coming back.” |
| She leans forward. Her tone has turned introspective, but
she is smiling. “Maybe it's a feeling that draws us,” she adds.
“We are all Russian inside.” |
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Hotel Astoria
St. Isaac's Square
Ul. Bolshaya Morskaya 39
St. Petersburg 190000 Russia
Phone: +7 812 494 5757
Photos by Harvey Frommer
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