There are those who swear by the old Raj-ish charms of the Imperial Hotel. I’m not one of them. For my dollar—or my $4,750, for the Kohinoor Suite, which is amazing—it’s the Oberoi, New Delhi. On private parklike grounds with meticulous landscaping, modernist architecture, two gorgeous pools (one brand new and outdoors, the other a lap pool in the spa), the hotel overlooks the prestigious Delhi Golf Club on one side, the heritage site of Humayun’s Tomb on the other. This is Delhi at its most global and modern, with nary a whiff of the old and atmospheric, the crumbling or the decay. And you know something? That’s fine when all you really want amid extreme everything is air-conditioning, perfectly appointed bedrooms, sumptuously sheeted and duvet’d beds, sleek marble bathrooms, and recessed lighting. The 9,000-square-foot spa—with its elegant-mannered therapists, all trained in Phuket, Thailand—is the best I’ve encountered in an Indian hotel. The lavish restaurants are all first-rate, and breakfast here, at the Threesixty restaurant, is its own Transcendental Meditation on the art of exotic fruits, Italian prosciutto, Greek feta, Parisian croissants, English muffins. From $450. At Dr. Zakir Hussain Marg; 91-11/2436-3030; oberoidelhi.como.