Claustrophobic Suicide
I checked into the Mansfield with high hopes. A boutique hotel in a great location near Times Square in Midtown Manhattan. The elevator and hallways should have been a clue to me that this is a very...I repeat...very tiny little establishment. Now, I am not a large person (5'4", 110 lbs), but I walked into my room and felt as if the world had closed up around me. It was like one of those movies, where the girl gets locked up in a tiny, dark, depressing space - never to see the light of day again. The teeny tiny space within the room is only exaggerated by the dirty beige walls, dark hardwoods floors, black woodwork and no window to the outside world. 
I truly felt like Sylvia Plathe - going to write my final memoir and then choosing to off myself, as there is nothing to live for in this dark, depressing room. Oh...and to top if off - my room smelled like stale smoke, which for a non-smoker is the absolute worst smell there can be. The only plus about this property, besides location, is the Aveda products. Oh...and let me add that there is no decent lighting in the space, so don't even attempt to apply make-up or dress in matching apparel.