It started out well, but . . .
This tiny sliver of a hotel is wedged into a block across the street from the Federal Reserve. It has the tiniest lobby I've ever seen, very tight corridor to the elevator. Room was typically New-York-small--fine for one person. Reasonably quiet and clean. Wireless internet was S-L-O-W, but super-fast with an ethernet cable. I had a handicapped room, which wasn't a problem except it meant the small desk was at the side, which was a very tight fit next to the bed. Many subway lines form a nexus a few blocks north at Fulton St., so it's easy to get where you're going (although easy to get your directions screwed up downtown because it's not a true grid and you're in the "concrete canyons" without the sun to guide you). The neighborhood is perhaps not quite so full of dining options as elsewhere, but there was a reasonable Indian place next door where I had a quick lunch, and some fast food around that's open late and on Sundays (a Chipotle up off of Fulton). Staff was friendly and helpful. 
Except . . . when I left I specifically asked if they could call a cab for me. They said yes. I waited 15-20 minutes, then inquired, they called again and checked and said it was on its way. When it finally got there, it was a limo service, not a cab. Not only that, the driver would not give me a price to LaGuardia. I went back inside, fuming. When I demanded to know what happened, I was told, "Oh, we can't call taxis by phone." So why didn't they tell me that, since I specifically said I wanted a cab? Not only that, they never said "It'll be $50 to LaGuardia" (I found this out in the course of the conversation). So I bid farewell to the limo driver, dragged my luggage over to a main street, and hailed a cab (which was under $35 with tip). I felt deceived, frankly, and couldn't help but wonder if they were overly eager to get some kind of commission from the limo service. So it kind of spoiled my impression of the place.