A Return to the Hotel Pierre, For Plato and Pampering
I HAD always associated the Hotel Pierre, one of the world's most elegant hostelries, with Bobby Comfort, who masterminded the robbery of its safe-deposit boxes for something in the neighborhood of $10 million in cash and jewelry in the dark early morning of Jan. 2, 1972. The first time I ever happened to be in the hotel, some 10 years after that front-page heist, it was Comfort who gave me a personal guided tour, for a book I was writing about him. Recently, a little more than 10 years after Comfort's excursion with me, my wife and I took a room in the hotel for a weekend. It was done purely to investigate the Pierre's pleasures, and not its vault.
