"You could believe it would be seven o'clock and cocktail time on the roof of the majestic" wrote Greene's anti-hero Fowler in yep, you guessed it, that ubiquitous Vietnam read, The Quiet American. Stuck in the delta, Fowler longed for the cool rooftop bar of the Majestic as have many travellers since the hotel first opened in the 1925. The hotel prides itself in offering a combination of "tradition, hospitality and elegance". Black and white photographs of the hotel in its heyday have pride of place. Clearly 'Colonial' isn't a dirty word here, since it is used a lot; it describes every one of the hotel's room classes. The Luxury Travel Bible likes the six Colonial Majestic Suites or pick one of the two Colonial Presidential Suites if you really want to pretend you are a member of the old pink gin-drinking leisured classes. Alternatively, jump a century and sit in the Cyclo Cafe and imagine the grenade grills that once covered the windows in the days of the 'Nam war.