The Bar occupies a quieter register. Its walls are finished with Pierre Frey Le Manach fabrics, textiles still produced on wooden hand-looms, and its tabletops are cut from marble plume, a stone whose veining carries a geological drama of its own. The cocktail program, Pan’s Garden, takes its name from the native wildflowers of Palm Beach and translates botanical specificity into liquid form. Outside, the restored original iron gates frame a jasmine-covered patio that serves as the hotel’s most romantic room: one with no roof and no walls.
By the pool, another Eden-Roc tradition arrives in America for the first time. Giovanni’s pizzas, previously available only at the trattoria reserved for Hotel du Cap guests in Antibes, are now served at The Vineta’s Pool House, the first time these recipes have left the south of France. The raw bar adds tartare tacos and mahi ceviche, and the setting (retro latticework, undulating architectural details) strikes a tone of relaxed glamour that belongs to Palm Beach without quoting any single era too literally.
What makes The Vineta convincing is not its individual details, though each one reflects a specificity that borders on devotion. It is the coherence of the thinking behind them. Oetker’s model has always been familial rather than corporate, intimate rather than scalable. Every hotel in the collection is managed as if its general manager were hosting guests in a private home. At The Vineta, that principle is embodied by Emanuela Setterberg Di Vivo, whose brief is not to create a spectacle but to create a feeling of belonging. “The Vineta always belonged to Palm Beach,” she has said. “Our role was to listen to its history, respect its character, and restore it with sensitivity, warmth, and contemporary intelligence.”
The building has stood for a hundred years. It has carried different names and served different purposes. It has watched the island change around it and change again. What Oetker has given it is not a new identity but something more considered: the permission to be, once more, what it always was.