My wife and I are sitting in the lobby getting ready to leave after two nights over a weekend in December. The Christmas decorations are stunning, but both of us are wondering...who exactly is the hotel trying to please? Because it’s certainly not the guests paying hundreds of dollars a night to stay here. While the guest hallways and elevators are well marked with reminders to wear masks, social distance, and sanitize, the lobby is another matter entirely. It is Grand Central Station for the holidays, where everyone is welcome the pandemic does not exist. At any given time, all day and all night, families and other groups of all ages crowd the space to take photos and loiter without a care in the world or a mask in sight. And management does precisely nothing to combat it. In fact, they seem to actively encourage it, with a counter set up to dispense sazeracs in cheap plastic cups to all comers and standing happy hours...all maskless, of course...lingering and chatting in the grand but still confined space. All this while the bell staff have to struggle through the space with guests luggage, and do their best to politely decline endless requests to snap family photos while they try to do their actual jobs. Yes, the room we had was lovely and an oasis of calm. But we would have appreciated having a chance to enjoy a drink in the lobby, which is already well designed for social distancing, without the chaos. Maybe that makes us spoil sports and we should have embraced the impromptu party that is New Orleans. Perhaps, but the point of a five star hotel is to take care of its guests first, and at least during this stay we never felt like guests. It really just felt like we were in the way.