This is a terrific location for a hotel because you are in the center of the universe, so to speak. The energy on the streets spills right into the hotel’s reception area; check in was a breeze, and get your parking vouchers stamped so you can park without losing your shirt. Rooms are cozy and very small, a la European, though the furnishings and décor could stand a hauling over. Unfortunately, there will be no pictures to share, since one cannot hold a camera and crutches at the same time. Perhaps the next trip into the city will not be so dramatic.
What was totally amazing is that I had asked the front desk about reception for wireless, and was told that not all rooms have direct access, and that it’s best to come into the lobby. Well, we didn’t have to do that at all; on both of our computers, we were able to log onto the Internet with no pain whatsoever. Additionally, there is a tiny gift shop where you can get tickets to the latest Broadway shows, but they would not have had any for the show I had my on. The ice machine is on the 4th floor, so Chuck had to trek down one flight every time we needed ice. Coffee machine is provided in the room, but guess what?? No tea bags at all. I thought you could not possibly call yourself the world’s largest hotel chain and ignore the tea drinkers.
Local phone calls are free, as long as you don’t call your best friend and chat for 5 hours (keep in under 30 minutes). The closet had no doors, and insufficient room for any kind of wardrobe; however, since this was a 2-night stay, it was adequate. The bathroom could have been larger than the bedroom; how lucky that it was formatted for handicaps, so walking right into the shower was child’s play. Don’t you always love a hotel that gives you a magnifying mirror? Soap, shampoo, conditioner and large bath towels made me a little more comfortable. When I got into the room, I thought I had entered Sauna Central. .It was either full blast hot hell, or nothing at all.
A chest of drawers faced the bed, and also held the TV, which could be concealed when not used. However, should you want to open the cabinet and have the doors remain stationery that was another story. A small desk with mirror and chair served as the “pile your junk” area, since it was too small to sit down and do any work there. The distance between the bed and the window was wide enough to accommodate one person walking sideways. And my mantra about not opening drapes in a New York hotel was in effect: you could stare at the walls or other windows. See the hotel here .