Old Man River
A night at the Hudson is as close as one gets to sleeping in a refrigerated shipping container - without the benefit of the international travel. Even for New York hotel rooms these are comically small - you don't so much use the bathroom as wear it in the morning. The air conditioning unit, inches from my head, sounds like it was built by Harley Davison. And if you want a drink of any kind, your mini bar has been helpfully replaced with a vending station down the hall. A short walk in theory, but somehow longer in your PJs. The service at the front desk was casually indifferent to our twenty minute wait to check in, and the once achingly cool decor looks tired - much like you'll feel after riding the air con all night. 
The toothsome beauties that might have once graced the banks of the Hudson's bar appear to have drifted away downstream in search of something new and this old man river doesn't sparkle like it did.