November 10, 2005
T.O. History Revisited - The Royal York
Hotel
By Bruce Bell
Bruce Bell is the history columnist for the Bulletin, Canada’s
largest community newspaper. He sits on the board of the Town of
York Historical Society and is the author of two books ‘Amazing
Tales of St. Lawrence Neighbourhood’ and ‘TORONTO: A
Pictorial Celebration’. He is also the Official Tour Guide
of St Lawrence Market. For more info visit brucebelltours.com
I arrived in Toronto at the age of 18 (with the intent of becoming
a famous movie
star of course) in January 1973. Like thousands of people who came
before me I hurried out of the cavernous Union Station onto Front
Street with the taxi cabs lined up, the people hurrying to catch
the 5:15, the vendors, the pigeons, the noise, the rush, the smells
and the realization that I wasn’t in Sudbury anymore.
As I stood on the plaza waiting for a cab I also thought about
where I should start
looking for a job (to kill time while hundreds of movie directors
sought me out)
when I found myself staring up at the massive Royal York Hotel rising
up from
across the street like a Himalayan mountain and thought why not
try and get a job
there?
The next day after settling in at a friends place I headed on
down to the hotel, went
to the personal office and applied. There was one job available
that I felt I was pretty much suited for, busboy in the famed Imperial
Room. As fate would have it, the CP Transcontinental train that
took me to Toronto named its dinning car The Imperial Room after
the Royal York’s. I took it as sign.
I was hired on the spot with the next thing I knew I was in full
dress uniform being
introduced to my new boss the formidable Louis Jannetta, the Imperial
Room’s
renowned maître d'.
During its heyday the Imperial Room saw many stars come and go,
but none of
them could match the longevity of Mr. Jannetta himself, a former
busboy of the
great room who moved up the ranks to become the figurehead of an
entire way of
dining the likes this city will never see again.
During my year spent bussing tables in the opulent dinning room
I also happened
to ingratiate myself with some of the biggest stars in showbizness
as they passed
through on the lucrative supper club circuit.
I stood in awe (hidden behind the curtains because busboys weren’t
allowed in the
room during showtime) as Ella Fitzgerald, Tony Bennet, Duke Ellington,
The
Mills Bros, Peggy Lee, Cyd Charise, Count Bassie and the mesmerizing
Marlene
Dietrich performed in the vastness of the Imperial Room.
Some of these legendary names were just starting their careers when
the Royal
York Hotel opened its doors for the first time on June 11, 1929.
There have been various hotels on the site of Royal York ever since
1856 when a row of town houses was first built for a Captain Dick
operator of a Greats Lakes passenger and freight steam ship company
in 1842.
Those first houses were built by John George Howard whose own home,
Colborne Lodge, still stands in High Park, once his entire estate
and left to the city as his gift.
(If you hurry to 81 King E, south side between Church and Leader
Lane renovators
are removing an early 20th century façade revealing underneath
the original 1844
building named Victoria Row that Howard had built around the same
time he was
building those row houses on Front Street.)
For a time Captain Dick’s Georgian style homes were used as
the Knox
Presbyterian training college. When the school moved out Dick partnered
with Patrick Sword and the houses were then converted into Sword’s
Hotel.
Because the new hotel was within walking distance to the then Parliament
Buildings (just north of the CBC headquarters at Front and Simcoe)
most of the
clientele were Parliamentarians, and when Quebec City became the
capital in 1857 the men followed and Sword’s Hotel quickly
emptied. Sword sold his hotel to BJB Riley who re-named the place
Revere House.
In 1862 Captain Dick- a born hotelier -took over the Revere House
and renamed it
The Queen’s and a legend was born. The Queen’s was the
most fashionable hotel in Toronto for almost sixty years and was
even though it was anything but modern by the time the King Edward
Hotel opened in 1903, the Queen’s managed to retain its crown
as Toronto’s foremost luxury hotel.
The Queen’s guest list encompassed the movers and shakers
of world history
during the late 19th century. Most notable were Jefferson Davis,
the President of the Confederate States and his arch enemy General
Sherman, commander of the Union Forces during the American Civil
War.
The four story hotel had one of the finest dinning rooms in the
city, 210 guest
rooms or boudoirs as the staff like to refer to them, seventeen
private parlours for
gentlemen and ladies to entertain at their leisure, a garden and
an observation
tower in the cupola that was the Queen’s signature architectural
feature. The hotel had been the first in Canada to use hot air furnaces
for heating and to
have running water in all the guests rooms and the first hotel in
Toronto to use
passenger elevators.
It was gracious, restful, dripping with old world charm and like
most other hotels
in Toronto of the time extremely restrictive. With its umpteenth
course dinners served at a red velvet pace, the hotel became the
preferred rendezvous juncture for traveling European royalty, actors,
statesmen and the favorite hotel of our first Prime Minister, Sir
John A. Macdonald.
When the Great Fire of 1904 swept through the downtown core decimating
much
of lower Bay and Front Streets, the Queen’s was spared party
due to the soaking
wet bed sheets hung out the windows by guests to stop the fire from
consuming the hotel. But its days were numbered all the same.
As our city rapidly grew during the first part of the 20th century
the Canadian
Pacific Railroad was planning on building a massive castle-like
hotel in Toronto to
compliment the others already or in the process of constructing.
These beaux faux châteaux including the Banff Springs, the
Empress in Victoria,
and Ottawa’s Château Laurier have all become a part
of our country’s architectural
landscape and now it was to be Toronto’s turn. Not only were
we to have the biggest in the country, but we were to have the largest
hotel in the entire British Empire.
The site chosen was obvious, across the street from the busiest
train station in
Canada, Toronto’s new Union Station opened in 1927 by Edward
the Prince of
Wales (although the station was complete it still would be years
before the tracks
were in place and passengers still had to use the platforms at the
old Union station on the other side of York Street). The Queen’s
was purchased by the CPR and unceremoniously torn down.
One of the great legends of that demolition was that workers came
across a
massive blue whale’s skeleton fully intact. Stunned at their
find it was later learned
that back in the 1880’s the area was once Harry Piper’s
Wild Animal Zoo (Piper
Lane behind the Royal York is named for him) and the centre attraction
was this
dead whale held in a outdoor pen. As big a draw as this whale was
it was still a
dead whale and soon began to rot and stink mightily so it was buried
and forgotten
about until the foundation of the Royal York was dug.
As work began on the new hotel it soon became apparent just how
massive this
behemoth was to be. It rose above the existing skyline eclipsing
everything in sight and for the next 30 years the hotel and the
CIBC building (still standing on King E) dominated our city’s
skyline.
Everything about the new hotel was going to be colossal. A thousand
guest rooms, a lobby and mezzanine bigger than the previous Queen’s
Hotel itself, a concert Hall second only to Massey Hall, a supper
club for 500 and to top the whole experience off, the most luxurious
roof top ballroom in all of North America, The Roof Garden with
its hand painted ivy clinging its way across the ceiling and walls.
Like a great pyramid rising out of the desert, the Royal York Hotel
opened June 11,
1929 and Torontonians gasped including me when I first laid eyes
on it.
There was a time in my life when the Royal York Hotel seemed like
a second
home to me. Arriving from Sudbury and barely knowing a soul I got
a job as a
busboy in the hotel’s famed Imperial Room where for the next
year the colossal
hotel and its staff become my surrogate family.
Like a scene out of some old Hollywood movie I now find myself sipping
a vodka
martini in one the hotel’s great suites peering out the window
down at Union
Station where 32 years ago I arrived as a wide eyed teenager full
hope and
promise.
Little ‘ol me from the outskirts of a Northern Ontario mining
town, all grown up,
tall, lean, muscular, incredibly good-looking (hey its my movie)
a one time busboy
now sitting on top of the world (compliments of my former employer,
thank you
very much) caught up in the reverie of the moment, remembering an
exciting time
of my life long, long ago.
The Royal York when I worked there back in the early 1970’s
was experiencing a
reawaking after the doldrums of a bleak and sterile Toronto of the
1940’s, 50’s and
60’s. After a massive renovation the hotel was determined
to bring back the opulence and glamour it first envisioned when
it opened in 1929.
The Great Depression of the 1930’s put an end to its ambition
of being a haunt for
the very rich with hotel employees instead going out onto the street
in search of
potential guests. A brief return to the limelight occurred when
King George VI and Queen Elizabeth (later the Queen Mother) arrived
for a stay during their now legendary cross country trip in 1938.
During the Second World War the hotel came into its own as the hot
spot playing
host to the great big bands with couples dancing the night away
high above the city
in the famed Roof Garden Ballroom to the sounds of Benny Goodman,
Tommy
Dorsey and Glenn Miller’s Orchestra.
On September 16, 1949 Toronto was to experience its greatest loss
of life when the cruise ship The Noronic caught fire in the harbour,
killing 118 people. Just like the great ocean liners did during
WWII, the Royal York too was pressed into service with its lobby
transforming itself into a field hospital with many of the guests
and staff tending to the hundreds of injured.
The early 1950’s saw Canadians once again hitting the road
with Toronto (thanks
in part to the CNE) becoming a major tourist destination. In 1956
our largest hotel
was getting cramped, so a 164 room addition was added to the back.
During Urban Renewal with its vast destruction of the downtown core
there was
talk of knocking down the Royal York and replacing it with a sleeker,
more
modern hotel. Unlike milk cartons, buildings have no best before
dates.
In 1959 a more ambitious renovation was called for, one that would
once again
make the Canadian Pacific’s Royal York the largest hotel in
the British
Commonwealth, (a claim that was given up to the Queen Elizabeth
Hotel in
Montreal) with a new 400 room, 17 story addition which increased
the Royal
York’s capacity to 1600 rooms.
While working there I was never intimidated at the hotel’s
size because at its heart
the Royal York is run like a small town where every one knew everybody
else and
it was this village-like atmosphere that Arthur Hailey captured
so brilliantly when
he used the Royal York as the inspiration for his best selling book
"Hotel".
I used to love wandering around the enormous hotel sneaking into
rooms that
either were closed to the public or completely off limits to everyone
including the
absolutely forbidden Royal Suite (especially to busboys), home away
from home to
HM The Queen when visiting Toronto.
While not as ostentatious as some of the other great hotel suites
in this city
(including the Royal York’s own Governor General Suite), this
pleasing two
bedroom suite has the look and feel of any upscale yet un-pretentious
Rosedale
apartment. In other words…. real class.
I also used to wander up to the Roof Garden Ballroom on the 19th
floor, once the
most luxurious rooftop space in the city. By the time I arrived
on the scene the ballroom was un-used and empty, its hand painted
ivy fading as the sun streamed endlessly through its massive 20
foot windows overlooking the lake.
Closed due to shifting tastes and fire regulations the Roof Garden
Ballroom was
destroyed and carved up into office and private function space in
the early 1980’s.
However, one treasure the Royal York did manage to save and refurbish
was its
Imperial Lobby adjacent to the Imperial Room. This beautifully restored
ante room
hidden for years under a false ceiling and carpeting with its recessed
archways,
travertine pillars and marble flooring was recently restored back
to its 1929
splendor.
The Royal York Hotel has survived 75 years of Depression, Recession,
good times, bad times, Urban Renewal, an almost name change, sleeker
discount hotel chains and me.
Even though I was hired to clean away dirty dishes and change tablecloths,
this
brash kid from Sudbury couldn’t seem to do enough for the
greatest entertainers of
the 20th century who happened to be performing on the Imperial Room
stage.
I helped set up Duke Ellington’s music stands, I would place
Tony Bennett’s glass
of champagne on the piano for his opening number (To the Good Life)
and with
my first tip I bought jazz great Ella Fitzgerald a rose.
Bussing tables isn’t the most thrilling of jobs but to say
I made the most of a
situation was an understatement. I once found myself being summoned
to clear some dishes away from legendary screen siren turned chanteuse
Marlene Dietrich’s dressing room. All of a sudden there I
was face to (incredible) face with one of filmdom’s great
beauties and within moments of shoving plates and glasses into a
bus-pan I was knocking back vodka tonics with her. She was as down
to earth as my next door neighbour but as soon as that skin-tight-see-through-dress-and-the-coat-made-of-the-breastfeathers-
of-350-swans went on…..the myth was created. For an entire
week I was allowed to follow the film Goddess around like the excited
puppy I was.
Wherever she walked from her hotel suite down the service elevator
through the
enormous kitchens and throughout the backstage I had to put up hundreds
of
Marlene Dietrich glamour posters, not so the Royal York’s
staff would know that
we were in the presence of a great star, but for Dietrich herself
to prepare for that
night's show giving her audience the full monty so to speak.
The Royal York Hotel became a legendary landmark the day it opened
on June 11,
1929, the same year Dietrich hit the big screen in The Blue Angel.
What a woman
and what a hotel! They were made for each other.
When Canadian Pacific Hotels & Resorts acquired the Fairmont
Hotel chain in
1999 controversy arose when it was declared that the Toronto landmark
would
now be known simply as The Fairmount.
Local newspapers, TV news and even City Hall got into the debate
that the name
of our most famous hotel at the very least should retain the Royal
York name. We
weren’t alone as all the 25 plus Fairmount/CP hotels were
to have their names
changed (Fairmont Château Frontanc, Fairmont Lake Louise ect)
with one notable
exception The Plaza in New York City. In the end the great red neon
sign that for the last 70 plus years has blazed across our skyline
was reconfigured to read Fairmount Royal York.
So I’m back where I started all those years ago, this time
walking around with my
friend Craig in the vast emptiness of the greatest supper club of
them all, The
Imperial Room. We went backstage where I told him my Dietrich story
and as we stared at the faded star on the dressing room door I remarked
that not much has changed except for the fact vodka tonics are 10x
what they were when I used to knock them back with my ol' bud Marlene.
The Imperial Room (now used for private functions), where every
morning I had to
polish the brass rail surrounding the dance floor and sweep rose
petals off the stage from the previous night's show, served its
last 6 course dinner in 1984 was
completely renovated in 2002, bringing back its 1920’s elegance.
As colossal as the Royal York Hotel is (it’s height comes
within a few meters of
the great Pyramid at Giza) it still manages to have an intimate
and friendly
atmosphere.
I personally want to thank the staff at the Fairmont Royal York
for their generosity
in making me feel welcome when this prodigal son returned home for
a memorable stay and for allowing me to remember a joyful time of
my life long, long ago.
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