The second time that one of my cousins and I met briefly, we met and stayed here in this hotel that is in 145-11 North Conduit Avenue, Jamaica, in Queens, New York City (NYC), at least 10 minutes of driving from the closest station of the E train on Sutphin Boulevard.
The hotel (then) has an ongoing set of renovation works on its interiors as well as the lobby so the entrance would be at the side where you had to drive to a different passage to reach the doors leading to the lobby.
I showed up earlier than my cousin who was still then attending to her client, and I saw that the hotel was busy that night.
But you can help yourself with coffee and tea, which the hotel staff have placed strategically for those interested to have some even late at night.
A lot of families and adolescent-looking boys were around as they were staying in the hotel for a series of soccer games the next day.
And this helped turned the hotel into a somewhat noisy place even at close to midnight.
I waited and sat myself in one of the comfortable chairs in the area where they usually serve breakfast meals.
Big families with children were up and around at the big tables close to mine.
And they looked like they were exploring what the hotel could offer, and chatted happily and loudly.
A staff from the front desk handed me a menu from a nearby Chinese restaurant that would deliver food even at past midnight.
I called the restaurant and would soon receive the packed meals while waiting in the designated space for dining.
When my cousin arrived, we were attended to and soon assigned a room that was pre-booked by a staff at the front lobby who could speak both French and Italian, which came handy as my cousin would greet and chat with him briefly in both languages.
We soon found out that the room was not cleaned enough from being used by a previous guest.
My cousin could smell cigarette smoke, which brings her allergy attacks.
We went back to the front lobby and we're given another room, which to our delight, turned out to be better than the previous one.
The room's cozy and has a queen size bed.
We were soon accessing the internet, watching TV in between our chats as we ate our very late dinner.
The bathroom looks neat and clean, and with a marble-like counter and sink.
Next day, my cousin soon left for the JFK Airport by taking the service that the hotel provides every half an hour.
I stayed to have breakfast, where I had to wait for some time with so many other guests.
There could have been at least 200 people in the area in a span of 1 hour that I spent having breakfast and thinking about what the place could improve on.
Soon, it was something of a mild surprise to me as I would notice the contrast in the noisy hotel lobby against the quiet atmosphere that I had as I took steps out of the hotel to get a bus ride back to the subway station.
The hotel stands in a working-class residential area in Jamaica, Queens, where during that time, most residents must have gone out to go work.
The hotel (then) has an ongoing set of renovation works on its interiors as well as the lobby so the entrance would be at the side where you had to drive to a different passage to reach the doors leading to the lobby.
I showed up earlier than my cousin who was still then attending to her client, and I saw that the hotel was busy that night.
But you can help yourself with coffee and tea, which the hotel staff have placed strategically for those interested to have some even late at night.
A lot of families and adolescent-looking boys were around as they were staying in the hotel for a series of soccer games the next day.
And this helped turned the hotel into a somewhat noisy place even at close to midnight.
I waited and sat myself in one of the comfortable chairs in the area where they usually serve breakfast meals.
Big families with children were up and around at the big tables close to mine.
And they looked like they were exploring what the hotel could offer, and chatted happily and loudly.
A staff from the front desk handed me a menu from a nearby Chinese restaurant that would deliver food even at past midnight.
I called the restaurant and would soon receive the packed meals while waiting in the designated space for dining.
When my cousin arrived, we were attended to and soon assigned a room that was pre-booked by a staff at the front lobby who could speak both French and Italian, which came handy as my cousin would greet and chat with him briefly in both languages.
We soon found out that the room was not cleaned enough from being used by a previous guest.
My cousin could smell cigarette smoke, which brings her allergy attacks.
We went back to the front lobby and we're given another room, which to our delight, turned out to be better than the previous one.
The room's cozy and has a queen size bed.
We were soon accessing the internet, watching TV in between our chats as we ate our very late dinner.
The bathroom looks neat and clean, and with a marble-like counter and sink.
Next day, my cousin soon left for the JFK Airport by taking the service that the hotel provides every half an hour.
I stayed to have breakfast, where I had to wait for some time with so many other guests.
There could have been at least 200 people in the area in a span of 1 hour that I spent having breakfast and thinking about what the place could improve on.
Soon, it was something of a mild surprise to me as I would notice the contrast in the noisy hotel lobby against the quiet atmosphere that I had as I took steps out of the hotel to get a bus ride back to the subway station.
The hotel stands in a working-class residential area in Jamaica, Queens, where during that time, most residents must have gone out to go work.