I was glad to be leaving.
First off, I totally got the whole concept - building a hotel around a historic arcade.
But... converting the old shops, WITH interior windows, no less, into drab rooms? Come on. I was in denial as I was dragging my suitcase from the tiny reception area to my room - this cannot be happening. But it was.
And soon I found myself in a small rectangular room with ugly furniture, heavily curtained glass door and what looked like a shopfront window (for obvious reasons) behind me and three windows with curtains that could hardly open on the far wall in front of me overlooking... the second floor of a big parking garage. I kid you not. Said garage was so close that I could see the cars parked there and decided that I probably wouldn't call to complain about the curtains that didn't open after all.
Throughout the whole stay I came to a conclusion that there's no way natural light could get into the room. Instead, the room's source of light is the garage's big fluorescent bulbs. At least, I thought to myself, there was consistency.
It was room 225. Yelpers beware.
By far the worst hotel I've ever stayed in. And I'm not even discounting skanky-ass motels that I used to stay at roadtrippin' during my college days. Maybe it's the expectation gap. When you hear Hyatt you expect a certain level of standard that this hotel failed to meet.
I was glad I won't be coming back.