New York, New York (So good they named it twice!)
Now, as an Englishman in New York, I understand there are several protocols one has to observe. According to Sting, I don't drink coffee, I drink tea my dear - and I like my toast done on one side. 
Now, forgive me dear reader, but who the blue heck has toast only done on one side? I have been an Englishman abroad many a time, from Nairobi to New York to Naples and not once - ever - have I met anyone who likes one sided toast. Strike One for your travel advice, Mr Sting, you will be deleted from my iPod playlist post haste!
The only other travel advice about travelling to New York is from the Jeeves and Wooster TV series, where Jeeves adopts a voice of grave concern and advises poor old Bertie Wooster that "gentlemen do not wear straw hats in the Metropolis, sir". Well I don't own a straw hat either, so I'm safe on that score.
Straw hatless and sans toast, I was still none the wiser about what to do when travelling to New York, so in true hopeless man style, I devolved responsibility to my girlfriend who triumphantly announced over breakfast one morning that we were to stay in the Times Square Hilton. I was so excited I nearly choked on my (both sides done) toast. 
It was a lovely mid-August day in New York City when we arrived. As you arrive through the double doors, you are hit by the efficient air conditioning and have to do a strange dog-leg around the corner and up a lift to the mezzanine level where the Reception Desk is situated but it's all well signposted. It's also the location of quite a fun looking bar, but sadly the view from the bar windows is of the even more fun looking New York City, so apart from one drink I cannot comment on the bar as I was much too busy in the City that never sleeps. 
(In case you were wondering, the drink was an American beer called "Budweiser" and very nice it was too. It made me feel so American I wanted to invade a small country and install democracy in it. While eating a chili dog).
Anyway - being a bit of an American virgin, I was quite unprepared for the rocket ship speeds of your lifts (elevators) to my room and being on the 34th floor, I was expecting this to take quite a while. It does not. You are propelled at high speed towards the sky in American lifts. 
I sincerely believe that in all high rise Hilton Hotels, after you have pressed the button for your floor, a little voice should announce "3-2-1-Blast Off!". I would willingly pay extra money for this feature. However, if you are lazy and press the button only for the next floor up, the little voice should announce your weight, thus shaming you into exercise. I digress. 
Anyway, after my exciting rocket ship/lift ride I found my way to the hotel room with my long suffering girlfriend by my side. In true Hilton style, it was extremely nice and very comfortable. There was a jolly nice bathroom in white. Two Queen Beds were in the middle of the bedroom and there was a television with a wide range of channels. For any British people you will be pleased to know that BBC World News and BBC Entertainment both feature, should you suddenly need to feel all British and watch Doctor Who suddenly.
Room, TV channels and straw hats aside, what is really great about this hotel is the location. If it's your first time to New York City (like me) this IS the place to start exploring from. If you go out of the front entrance you are literally, immediately propelled into the throng of New York and VERY exciting it is too. All the big attractions are only a short distance walk away, there is a tube (sorry, subway) station round the corner where you can get to anywhere else and there are plentiful taxis in the street as well.
So in a nutshell, what do you get by booking here? Well, you get some lovely staff (the concierge in the lobby was excellent in helping me find a New York City Helicopter Tour!) a super room to the usual Hilton chain high standard and all the excitement of living in the very heart of New York City! 
New York, New York - so good they named it twice. Based on that logic, the hotel should really be called the Hilton, Hilton. You'll have a lovely time. 
Right, I'm off to listen to Alicia Keys and put myself back in a New York State of Mind. Much better than Sting, his advice was rubbish.