Once my co-workers prevailed upon me that the Hilton on Times Square wouldn’t fly, I settled on the Affinia Dumont, a self-styled “executive hotel” that’s only about three blocks from the course I’m attending and several blocks from Broadway.
I like the place very much. I’m on an upper floor, with the nice view of the downtown buildings that I requested. My room is a suite, so it has a stove with oven, a full-sized refridgerator, microwave and coffee maker.
Even the shower is nice — when I used it this morning, it was like a sand-blaster cleaning graffitti off a wall.
Since the Barking Dog Cafe is attached to the hotel, I’ve become rather addicted to their room service. More on that later.
