Serviceable enough. Right on the edge of Chinatown and across the street from Central Station. The rooms are okay if a little depressing, bare-bones furnished, with one requisite painting hung randomly off-center over the loveseat (we had a suite). Furnishings felt a couple of decades dated, and the thin carpet lumped up in places. (We found a lone dead cockroach on the rug.) We felt compelled to wear flip-flops on it. And our windows on the 11th floor were sealed shut, couldn't even crack them a few inches for fresh air; we were hermetically sealed in.
Bare-bones amenities -- the bathroom had liquid soap, shampoo and conditioner, and a hair dryer; but no body lotion, q-tips or cotton balls.
The "kitchenette" turned out to be a large-ish closet with a few dishes, silverware, and glassware, a teapot and pod coffee maker with an assortment of teabags and a few coffee pods; but only a sink and TEEEEENY refrigerator that couldn't hold much more than last night's restaurant doggie bag stored on its side. I'd called the hotel ahead of our visit and was assured there would be a cooktop in the kitchenette, so I brought groceries for hot breakfasts and to cook chicken/burgers for picnic sandwiches -- but not only wasn't there a cooktop or oven, there wasn't even a microwave to reheat leftovers; and we couldn't cram half our bag of groceries in the micro-fridge. That p*ssed me off, a pointless lie that wasted money on the raw meat and veggies I'd brought along to cook. Minimal amenities here too -- no dish sponge, tea towels, paper towels, or dish soap, and no minibar snack offerings. (We specifically chose this place because of the kitchenette; we would have chosen a nicer place elsewhere for the same price if we'd known we couldn't actually cook or even reheat anything here.)
The upside was, I wasn't remotely tempted to stay in and nurse the horrific headcold I'd caught -- the "meh" space pushed me to get out and do walking tours and see the city, balloon-head be damned. (I actually think just a standard room would be more agreeable -- no understocked and un-appointed kitchenette to disappoint, and less space to notice the lack of decor filling it.)
Very nice front desk manager, and "Spice Alley" assortment of nice restaurants only a block away. The hotel would be handy for an overnight stop headed in or out of town; but not what you'd call a destination hotel. read more