Sky Lofts in Hastings is what you get when people from rural Nebraska try to imagine what hip New Yorkers would like. My room was garish and overly modern. It felt like walking onto the set of a Stanley Kubrick film. Not the Shining (that at least would have been somewhat charming). More like A Clockwork Orange or 2001 Space Odyssey. There was no staff on site to speak of, and there was almost no signage indicating the entrance, or even that the hotel existed. After walking around looking where I'd been directed by IOS Maps, I finally gave up and called the hotel's number. A very stoned person, who was not on site, answered, the phone. I was directed to a door between two local bars that had the tiniest stenciled logo on the glass. I was verbally given my room entrance code and instructed to take the elevator up. The room itself was decked out like a crappy nightclub, and all of the lights and AC were operated by confusing remote controls. The room was comfortable enough once I got past the sleazy atmosphere, but there was no bar soap, only a dispenser with body wash. If you're anything like me, body wash is not acceptable as it always leaves me feeling like there is still soap on my body no matter how thoroughly I rinse. Finally, when I called the same number the next day to check out, there was no answer, and the vague outgoing message. I suspect the it was the personal phone of hte afore mentioned stoner.
