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One of the more modest branches of the luxury chain once owned by the Queen of Mean, this midtown hotel remains true to its late-eighties heyday, when red carpets and marbled walls were de rigueur. But with the passing of Leona Helmsley (rumored to have had a hand in daily operations right up until her death, in August 2007), management should now consider updating the one-bedroom suites by reupholstering anything with leopard prints. For the moment, most suites equipped with kitchenettes have no utensils, glasses, or even a bottle opener. But what this 775-room behemoth lacks in silverware, it makes up for in rapid service and, for its business clientele, nine meeting rooms. (Those in the north-facing upper-floor rooms are further afforded dazzling views of the Chrysler building.) Occupancy rates plunge over the weekend, making it a relative bargain. — Tara Kilachand

Located within walking distance of the U.N., Grand Central, and most midtown businesses; efficient service; plush bath towels.

Cons
The outdated décor is hard to get past. A lack of amenities don’t help, either.