Alright, so I needed a spot in NYC for a few nights. You know how it is, scrolling through endless options, everything looking kinda the same after a while. Landed on The Moore, mostly ’cause the pictures didn’t look too offensive and it was in a neighborhood I could work with. Didn’t overthink it, just booked it. Figured, how bad could it be?
Getting There and First Look
Showed up, dragged my bag in. The lobby… well, it was a lobby. Not huge, not tiny. Just a space you walk through. There was a desk, a person behind it. The check-in was quick, no fuss, which I appreciated. Got my key card, headed for the elevator. That thing was… an experience. Slow. Gave you time to really contemplate your life choices, you know? But hey, it got me to my floor.
The Room Situation
Opened the door to my room. First thought? Compact. Yeah, that’s the polite word. It wasn’t a shoebox, but you weren’t gonna be hosting any dance parties in there. Bed, a small desk, a window. The view? A classic NYC brick wall special. Can’t say I was surprised. It was clean though, I’ll give ’em that. Sheets felt decent enough. Bathroom was also on the snug side, but everything worked. Shower had pressure, hot water came through. Basic stuff, but basic stuff that matters.
Spent a bit of time just unpacking, trying to find space for my stuff. You get creative in these NYC rooms. Under the bed, on top of the tiny wardrobe thing. It’s like a game of Tetris.
Living With It For a Few Days
So, what was it like actually staying there? It was… a place to sleep. Pretty quiet, which was a bonus. Didn’t hear much from the hallways or other rooms, or maybe I was just too tired to notice. The Wi-Fi was okay, did the job for emails and some mindless scrolling. Didn’t try streaming any movies, figured I shouldn’t push my luck.
I didn’t really hang out in the hotel much beyond my room. I’m one of those people, get up, get out, explore the city. The hotel was just the base camp. Did notice they had a coffee setup downstairs in the morning. Grabbed a cup once. It was coffee. Did the trick.
- Location: This was actually pretty good. Easy enough to grab the subway. Walkable to a bunch of stuff if you’re not lazy. That’s always a big plus in this city.
- Staff: Saw a few different people at the desk. Seemed alright. No big song and dance, just did their jobs. Said hello, answered a quick question when I had one.
One night, I came back late, and the street was pretty dead. Felt safe enough, though. The area wasn’t super touristy-crazy, which I kind of liked. A bit more of a neighborhood feel, if you can call anywhere in Manhattan that.
Checking Out and Final Take
Checkout was as smooth as check-in. Dropped the key, said thanks, and that was that. Walked out, hailed a cab, and on to the next thing.
So, The Moore. Yeah, it was fine. It did what it needed to do. Gave me a bed, a shower, and a place to dump my bag. It wasn’t fancy, wasn’t trying to be something it’s not. If you’re looking for luxury and sprawling suites, this ain’t it. But if you need a no-nonsense place to crash while you’re out conquering New York, it gets the job done. I’ve stayed in worse, definitely. I’ve also stayed in places with more bells and whistles. This one was just… solid. An unmemorable but perfectly adequate part of the trip. And sometimes, that’s all you really need, right?
