Here's a tourist who recently sprung for one of our palatial renovated rooms--and she was not disappointed! Notice how she's totally down with the funky odors in the halls, unlike some people we know. Well, we hope she found the creative inspiration that she was looking for here amongst the "still kicking creaks"--whatever, or whomever, the hell she means by that.
I refuse to stay at hotel chains in NY when there are an infinite number of more interesting places to be that are really no more expensive. On my last trip I decided I needed creative inspiration so I booked a room at Hotel Chelsea, historic host to folks like Jasper Johns, Joan Didion, Dee Dee Ramone, and Janis Joplin (the list is infinite). Chelsea, but considering the borg-like ethics of Manhattan developers, I was grateful for the lived in smell and the still kicking creaks. Besides, only the halls smell like everybody’s homes rolled into one (people do still live there after all). The hotel rooms smelled like hotel rooms.
Online reviews and stories from friends who have suspiciously vague recollections of parties there had me a little worried—no coffee makers in the room because they can be used to cook meth (who knew?). But the hotel website won me over. I especially like the resident blog, which is like eavesdropping on conversations in the hall.
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