Six floors of sheer relaxation came into view as we pulled into the parking lot of The Ravel Hotel in Queens, New York. It was a four hour drive with a couple pit stops along the way, and less traffic then we thought. The small front lobby, masked in white painted walls, dark floors, and alien like chrome globes that dangled from the ceiling, made me want to disco till the morning light. White squared like arm chairs invaded the small space. We checked in, only to find that out of the five floors of rooms, we were blessed with the second floor. The door of our room sat kiddy corner from the elevator, making it possible to hear the dinging of the people carrier any time someone arrived at our floor.
A hall way, no bigger than a hotel luggage cart, lead us straight into the twilight zone. We were then zipped back in time to the seventies, where orange and gray walls were met with olive green couches, square lamp shades, and mock wood laminated floors with large lumps in the hallway. The poorly built chrome framed coffee table wobbled as soon as my foot touched the side. The glass top moved from its framing, just barely staying on. The puke orange headboard against the white bed sheets ties the entire room into a 1970’s themed abode, complete with mini bar and heavy liquor.
Don’t get your hopes up, we won’t be drinking any of it. If I even have a shot of the stuff in that fridge, I will be in the hospital in less than twenty minutes. Although a mini bar is a neat thing to have in any hotel room, in a junker place like this it is not really needed. Heck, they could’ve spent their money on some art for the bare walls rather than alcohol. I mean, it would be nice to stare at some other than a blank wall. Top it all off, we have to pay to get on to the internet.
The only good thing this room has going for it; the bed is ten times more comfortable then the last hotel we stayed in. That being said, it’s not much, but we do with what we have. At least this hotel has a restaurant.
All this to say, don’t ever trust the pictures of a hotel on the internet. They are quite deceiving. I’m not saying all hotels have this issue, cause some of them look better in person than they do in the photos. Not this place. The photos made it look like a luxurious hotel which it is a far cry from. The pictures on their website make you think it’s right next to the water, when in reality it is a block from the water. On the roof top you get a clear view (at least from the angle of the photographer). Oh, and the subway station is a half a mile away from the hotel, which means a 12 minute walk. Starting to wish we would’ve stayed at the verve, but this is what we have and we will deal.
Thankfully there are no cockroaches!