Anyone who’s been to New York’s party epicenters, Boom Boom Room and Le Bain, knows a simple fact: The Standard Hotel does not fuck around. Their door girls have iPads and Prada coats. Their cocktail servers have Vuitton heels and giant bottles of champagne. And their epic view – a 360-degree swirl of Manhattan – can be witnessed from any banquette, the grassy smoking terraces on the roof, and even from one of the many private toilets.