About the room
Forget the sterile, beige, corporate apartments that all look like they were assembled by an algorithm and furnished by accountants. This is old-school Manhattan – Hell’s Kitchen apartment, the kind of place New York used to make before luxury developers sanitized every square inch of it. Real brick. Real fire escape. Real stories. The kind of apartment where you can lean out the window with your morning coffee and feel the city rumbling beneath you. It’s unapologetically authentic.
The best feature? The roommate is practically a mythological creature. I’ve perfected the art of not being around. One traveling nurse originally booked for two months, then the hospital kept extending her contract…and before anyone realized what had happened she’d been here for a year and a half. Apparently the apartment had quietly become home. That’s the effect this place has on people.
There are no pets, no cigarette smoke, no obsessive rulebook taped to the refrigerator, and no landlord hovering over your shoulder counting coffee mugs. If you vape, fine by me. Life is too short to police harmless habits, especially when we’ll almost never occupy the apartment at the same time. Think of us as two ships passing in the Manhattan night.
The room itself is the larger bedroom in an eclectic apartment filled with original oil paintings collected over the years. It feels more like staying in the home of an interesting New Yorker than checking into another anonymous rental with inspirational signs on the wall telling you to “Live, Laugh, Love.”
Even better, there are no surprise financial ambushes waiting around the corner. No cleaning fee. No security deposit. No application fee. No “administrative fee.” No “lost key fee.” No hidden charge invented by someone in a corporate office trying to squeeze another $87.43 out of your vacation budget. The price you see is the price you pay.
You’ll have blazing-fast Wi-Fi, a fully equipped kitchen, endless hot water, dependable heat in winter, fresh linens and towels, and enough spices, olive oil, sauces, and cooking essentials that you can actually cook a proper meal instead of surviving on overpriced takeout every night. I even double-sheet the bed and double-case every pillow because comfort isn’t something that should cost extra.
The location is absurdly convenient. Step outside and you’re walking distance from Times Square, Broadway, Hudson Yards, the Empire State Building, Penn Station, Port Authority, Bryant Park, Javits Center, Parsons School of Design, The New School, and just about every subway line that matters. Across the street sits the Element by Westin, but you’ll be paying a fraction of what their guests pay while living like someone who actually belongs in New York instead of merely visiting it.
The apartment is a third-floor walk-up, two honest flights of stairs that serve as a daily reminder that gravity still exists. There’s a laundromat down the block, fresh food markets everywhere, restaurants from nearly every corner of the globe, and even free street parking all day on Sundays if you somehow manage to bring a car into Midtown and survive.
You’ll have full access to the apartment. Make yourself at home, raid the spice rack, use the kitchen, stretch out on the couch after a long day exploring the city. This isn’t one of those places where you’re treated like an intruder who accidentally wandered into someone else’s home.
About the roomies
As for me, I am from Texas, I mostly use the smaller bedroom during weekday daytime hours while guests are out enjoying the city or paying their dues in an office. I don’t sleep in the apartment while it’s rented. My evenings are spent elsewhere, and I work nights, so our schedules barely intersect. For all practical purposes, you’ll feel like you have the entire apartment to yourself. We’ll exist in different time zones while occupying the same address, two ghosts politely haunting the same old Manhattan apartment without ever getting in each other’s way. My girl, from China, is also not around as she is of the country on assignment for the next 18 – 24 months.