Park Lane New York is, quite literally, a poorly maintained budget hotel precariously planted in a high-riser facing Central Park property, and it shows. Old and dusty furniture, dirty and damp carpets, empty soap bottles in the bathroom… every corner whispers neglect.
Specials for our stay was a broken air conditioner replaced by a Walmart tower fan, perched precariously on a short table and powered by a dangerously stretched cable: we nicknamed it Wally (Wally, if you read this, we miss your buzz!). Plus, for the woman of the house we had an ironing board with an iron already plugged in ready for us. My feminist wife felt it like a sarcastic touch from the staff.
For the boldest travelers, the room also offers an array of mysterious stains and bodily-fluid patterns decorating the carpet and bedside furniture — true ornaments of the place.
All of this for the modest price of over $1,000 per night, justified solely by a view of Central Park. That’s what we actually paid for: the view, not the stay in this tourist trap.
Everything described is documented in photos. We arrived late at night and checked out the very next morning.