The 2016 reopening of the Pontchartrain rekindled some heavy trips down memory lane around here. The 1920s apartment building was reborn in the [']40s as a high-end hotel, hosting presidents, movie stars, and Tennessee Williams (whose portrait adorns guest rooms now) and throwing storied parties for the likes of Sinatra, the Doors, and many a well-heeled local. The latest post-slump redo, a $10-million job, is splendid. Guest-room decor maintains a throwback feel with traditional furnishings, crystal chandeliers, and luxe fabrics (leather, velvet); patterns and accessories evoke tropical colonialism by way of Morocco. Modern needs are well met with the expected comforts and conveniences and spaciousness (even more so in the impressive suites). The cheery St. Charles Avenue location, outside more touristed areas and a pleasant walk from some stunning manses, is part of the experience. But the common areas really reel us in, from the foyer forward: the sweet Silver Whistle café; gentlemanly Bayou Bar; and the swank Living Room lounge outside Jack Rose restaurant, where a wall of campy floral still-lifes surround an enormous, glossy Ashley Longshore painting of Lil’ Wayne chowing a slice of the hotel’s legendary Mile High Pie. And then there’s Hot Tin on floor #11. Arguably the city’s best rooftop bar, the converted penthouse is styled after a 1940s writer’s salon, if said author had stunning 270-degree views. If only these walls could talk.