Bizarre stay at EVH, from the moment I walked in to the morning I checked out. It’s exceptionally confusing to actually enter the property- the address says 1st Avenue, but you actually have to go around the street, where its fairly nondescript entrance lies. No lobby, receptionist, or real common area. I’d venture that non-English speakers would have a lot of trouble. But they do have a bowl of jolly ranchers, so there’s that, I guess.
The room itself was passable- the bed wasn’t that comfortable, and the only design elements coming through are the original exposed brick of the building. However, this room had the tiniest bathroom I’ve ever seen in a hotel- it would be impossible to use for any more than a night or two. You’re bumping into things, you’re dropping your toiletries because of the lack of shelving, and you can’t even reach the toilet paper if you’re using the can with the door open! Really, really disheartening. To top it all off, the handle on the inside of the shower door came off the first time I used it. Genuinely bewildered by this bathroom.
Then came phone calls while I was out of my hotel room- a woman who claimed to be the manager for the hotel kept asking how I was enjoying my stay at their sister hotel, another property in Chelsea. I started panicking, and began thinking they were about to bump me! I had already slept there for a night, I informed her. She just replied with “Oh. Okay. Got it.” Was I being scammed?
I won’t be staying here again.
