I am known by family and friends as a very persnickety traveller. I can complain about having nothing to complain about. I usually stay in upper upscale hotels, and have high expectations for service and value. I had free weekend nights to burn and no time to head out of town, so I spent the weekend at the St. Regis. I loved every minute of it. I complained to my friends who were also staying at the hotel that the only thing I could complain about is how ugly the whitewashed oak wall was.
The alarm clocks are futuristic, love the automatic blinds. An the turndown chocolate was good too.