Barton Fink
Remember that Coen Brothers movie "Barton Fink"? The Blake is basically just like that. Brown and orange and meaningless. Probably the worst hotel we've ever stayed at in an urban setting that's trying way too hard to be chic. A couple starters would be: having sheets that actually cover the mattresses (along with mattresses that are not made solely of metal coils), staff that actually pays attention, "corner-view city skyline rooms" that actually look onto the city (instead of the building next door that's being renovated). We could go on. Our hunch is that The Blake is where sleazy Charlotte bankers bring hookers. Happy hotel hunting!