The Marriott World Trade Center was a 22-story steel-framed hotel building with 825 rooms. It opened in 1981 as the Vista International and was located at 3 World Trade Center in New York City.
The Vista International Hotel was the first hotel to open in Lower Manhattan since 1836. The building was designed by Skidmore, Owings & Merrill and originally owned by the Port Authority of New York and New Jersey and KUO Hotels of Korea with Hilton International acting as management agent. It was sold in 1995 to Host Marriott Corporation.
The hotel was connected to the North and South tower, and many went through the hotel to get to the Twin Towers. The hotel had a few establishments including The American Harvest Restaurant, The Greenhouse Cafe, Tall Ships Bar & Grill, a store called Times Square Gifts, The Russia House Restaurant and a Grayline New York Tours Bus ticket counter, a gym that was the largest of any hotel in New York at the time, and a hair salon named Olga's. The hotel also had 26,000 square feet (2,400 m2) of meeting space on the entire 3rd floor along with The New Amsterdam Ballroom on the main floor, and was considered a four-diamond hotel by AAA.
The structure was destroyed on September 11, 2001 in the collapse of the North and South Towers of the World Trade Center.
Read more about Marriott World Trade Center: 1993 World Trade Center Bombing, September 11, 2001 Attacks
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