this hotel is so grunge, dumpster chic. It’s like, why stay at a nice hotel when you can stay in a cute little termite hostel? Peeling wall paper, a broken faucet, and a filthy tub, are all wonderful accents that would make any filthy rat dweller feel at home. Can’t wait to find out I got emphysema from breathing in the asbestos and black mold that no doubt lined the ceiling. And if you’re traveling to NYC for the vibrant social life, look no further. The wonderful staff fill the hallways with conversation and loud bumping in the wee hours of the morning. I mean, this is the city that never sleeps, right? And speaking of not sleeping, no need to set an alarm, the cleaning crew will burst into your room early in the morning to let you know you’re gonna miss your check out time that’s 5 hours away.
Was it the best experience? No. But at least it was really expensive.