An Unqualified Success with a Qualifiers
This is a snazzy little boutique Eugene O'Neill theater (currently the home to 'Book of Mormon) in the middle of the theater district but a little back from the madness of Times Square. The lines of the hotel are clean and modern with a decidedly European feel. Some might call it stark but I found it perfectly acceptable for a short stay,
The rooms are comfortable and about the size you might expect (meaning small) for NYC. Every thing has been recently updated. The soft goods are pleasing and everything works. 
The staff is not overly effusive (Not [--] Sive but any means :), but certainly competent. There is no concierge so know what you want to do and see before you get there. One thing the bellman mentioned to me is that, if you want tickets to 'The Book of Mormon' and don't have $500 a ticket, the theater raffles off any leftover or turned in tickets every day at 5:00pm for $30. 
THE WHINE HOUR
This is a great wine hour (hour? Really? Who only does an hour?) for a recovering alcoholic. You can pick from one of two colors of wine, red or white. If you request a Rose Wine they will mix the two together. They leave one bottle out of each least the guests wish to tary too long. The h'orderves are an equally sparse affair. Tiny little cubes of government issue cheese skewered with frilly ended toothpicks make the dish look like a miniature herd of square bulls after the bullfighter has landed his banderillas. 
Rocking Rollercoaster Ride to the Airport
The last night there the doorman asked me if I needed a taxi to the airport the next morning. I said yes and he told me he would arrange it. And arrange it he did. The next morning the bellman was there with a black car (I don't mean a car that was black but rather a gypsy limo). After the bellman loaded my stuff, i was surprised to see him take the wheel. He told me it would be $75. I agreed and off we drove.
Now, if you've ever been to Disney World, and let's face it, if you are on this site i am sure you have been, they have a ride there called the Rockin Roller Coaster, an Aero Smith themed limo ride on rails. This journey to the airport was exactly like that except for the safety harness. Now, I am a pilot, mountain climber, rescue SCUBA diver and parachutist, no stranger to danger. I WAS IN FEAR FOR MY LIFE!!!
So, great hotel. Demand a real cab to the airport and BYOB to the wine hour and you should be fine.
Bruce