The Algonquin Hotel, on 44th Street by Sixth Avenue is the kind of place I secretly want to stay in for a week. Free copies of the New Yorker,  complimentary Kindle (pretentious and technological!) and even a “world-renowned Lobby” that they call “an oasis of civility amid the hectic pace of New York City,” which is such a platitudinous phrase (but is totally winning me over). Also the average room runs $350 a night. What recession?

But the main reason I want to stay there is to try their $10,000 martini. The martini is probably delicious on its own, but get this: they serve it with a fucking diamond at the bottom of the glass. It’s unclear whether you get to keep the diamond after you finish the drink, but for 10 grand, they really should just stuff a gift card to Zales in there as well. Or, you know, Barney’s, or Jacob the Jeweler, or just a share of a diamond mine in Africa. I’m pretty sure $10,000 could feed an African family of, say, 20…forever.

Photo: Flickr courtesy of Ken30684