Talk about Hip! Talk about Luxury! As the hotel's website says: "When you enter The Dylan Hotel in Midtown Manhattan, New York City, you are transported to a world of beauty, art and refinement." Wow! Just look at that refined table. Admire the beauty of the outlet. Marvel at the artistic treatment of the emergency sign. This says class with a capital c. Check out those artfully "arranged" magazines. They embody the nonchalant chic that is today's upper class. (They have a scent of nostalgia, too, since they're from 2006). Enough. Let's savor the beige and revel in our good taste for choosing the Dylan!
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This is almost as luxurious as a hotel i stayed at in Truk.
for what its worth, on the 2nd day there, i took a piss and the toilet overflowed all over the floor.
i have no idea how/why.
but i hope the next lucky guy wears shower shoes.
Mr. Casey, this appears to be a consistent thread with your hotel-staying experiences.
Are you suggesting that Casey is some type of urinary demon, marking his territory across American hotels?
I am, indeed.
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