I live just about 100 steps around the corner from this place, so you'd think I wouldn't have anything to say about a hotel or think about needing it for anything. Just the opposite. It's a fully accommodated guest bedroom for any friends or family visiting in town. It's a coffee shop on the way to work. It's a bar. It's a restaurant for when I give up when I realize I'm out of mayo. Also, this morning, they have a printer at the front desk and I had to print two pesky pieces of paper for Jays tickets. He didn't *bat* an eye. Promise not to abuse it, and promise not to swipe the mayo, either!