NYC Hostel: Epic Adventure Awaits! (Best Prices Guaranteed!)
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into the supposed "Epic Adventure" of NYC Hostel. And let me tell you, the reality… well, it's an adventure, alright. Not always the epic kind. But hey, for the price (supposedly "Best Prices Guaranteed!"), maybe expecting "Epic" was a little… optimistic, right? Let's unpack this chaotic beast.
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Accessibility: (Let's get this outta the way first.)
Right, so Accessibility. They claim they have Facilities for disabled guests. My experience? Let's just say I didn't personally roll around in a wheelchair the entire time. But, I did see an Elevator, which is always a good sign. But the devil's in the details. I suspect (and I'd need someone with different mobility to confirm) it wasn't exactly a paragon of ADA compliance. The website? Vague. The front desk staff? Probably overwhelmed. So, a tentative "maybe"? More research needed.
On-site Restaurants/Lounges (The "Dining, Drinking, and Snacking" Tangent That Almost Broke Me):
Oh boy. Where do I even start with the food situation?
Restaurants: Plural? HA. There was one, a sad-looking cafeteria in the basement. Think airplane food meets the worst high school lunch you ever had.
Bar: Technically, yes. Think warm beer, weak cocktails, and the perpetual smell of stale nachos.
Coffee Shop: Nope. Unless you count the instant coffee in the lobby (which, technically, I did).
Poolside Bar: I'm pretty sure I saw a kiddie pool somewhere…
Pool with view: I'm going to go with NO on that.
Breakfast [Buffet]: This… this was the emotional rollercoaster. "Asian breakfast," "Western Breakfast," "Breakfast Buffet" all promised something. I saw… something. Lukewarm scrambled eggs that might have been made of chicken. Some sad, sad pastries. Seriously, the buffet was a masterclass in passive-aggressive disappointment. I tried to get enthusiastic once, thinking "Hey, free breakfast! I love Western [cuisine]!" I was SO WRONG. I sat there staring at the food, a single bread crumbs fell, I had a mini-breakdown.
- Anecdote time!: I remember one morning, after a particularly long and, frankly, soul-crushing day exploring the city, I was starving. I shuffled into the breakfast area, and the sheer sadness of the spread hit me like a physical blow. The eggs looked… questionable. The fruit, brown around the edges. I went for toast. The toaster only warmed one side. I stared at it, absolutely defeated. This breakfast was my nemesis. My emotional support bread crumb fell.
Snack bar: (In theory?)
Desserts in restaurant: (If you like sad, stale pastries)
A la carte in restaurant: (Not happening)
Alternative meal arrangement: (I managed to make one myself, by going out and getting takeaway from elsewhere)
Room service [24-hour]: LOL.
Happy hour: Well, the bar was open…
Cleanliness and Safety: (Because you definitely want to survive your "Epic Adventure")
The biggest thing here is, of course, COVID.
- Anti-viral cleaning products: (Probably, hopefully)
- Daily disinfection in common areas: (I saw people wiping things down… occasionally).
- Physical distancing of at least 1 meter: (Good luck in a crowded hostel dorm!!)
- Professional-grade sanitizing services: (Perhaps?)
- Rooms sanitized between stays: (Fingers crossed!)
- Hand sanitizer: (They had some dispensers)
- Rooms Sanitization Opt-Out Available: (I didn't see that one, sorry.
- Hygiene certification: (Unconfirmed)
- Safe dining setup: (I did not see what that looked like)
- Sanitized kitchen and tableware items: (Unconfirmed. I ate with plastic everything so…) *The general vibe here was *stressed*.
Things to Do, Ways to Relax (Except for the Food, Which Stressed Me Out):
Alright, let's be honest. This hostel isn't exactly a spa resort.
- Fitness center: (LOL) (Maybe a few weights hidden in a closet somewhere?)
- Massage: (No. Just… no.)
- Spa: (lol)
- Steamroom: (lol)
- Sauna: (Are you even listening?!)
- Swimming pool: (Nope.)
- Swimming pool [outdoor]: (Nope.)
- Spa/sauna: (Nope.)
- Body scrub: (If scrubbing your own luggage counts…)
- Body wrap: (If you're into sleeping wrapped in a sweaty towel…)
Internet Services (Please, Just Give Me Wi-Fi!):
- Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!: YES. (Thankfully!)
- Internet: Works…ish. Sometimes. (Be prepared for dropped connections.)
- Internet [LAN]: Seriously? LAN? In a hostel? (Again, hopefully yes)
- Wi-Fi in public areas: (See above)
Services and Conveniences:
- Air conditioning in public area: (Yes!) Praise be! NYC in summer = sweaty hell.
- Business facilities: (See below)
- Cash withdrawal: (I think there was an ATM)
- Concierge: (There was a front desk person. They may or may not have been concierging)
- Currency exchange: (Maybe, but I'd advise doing it elsewhere)
- Daily housekeeping: (Yes? No? It was irregular).
- Doorman: (No. Just yourself, and a key card)
- Elevator: (See accessibility above)
- Facilities for disabled guests: (See accessibility above)
- Food delivery: (Yes, but you're on your own with that)
- Gift/souvenir shop: (nope).
- Invoice provided: (They'll, at least, give you a receipt)
- Ironing service: (I doubt it).
- Laundry service: (Maybe? Probably for a fee)
- Luggage storage: (Yes!)
- Meeting/banquet facilities: (If "a room" and "a table" counts).
- Projector/LED display: (Perhaps in a room)
- Safety deposit boxes: (I'm pretty sure).
- Smoking area: (Yes)
- Terrace: (Maybe)
- Wi-Fi for special events: (LOL. Special events? This is NYC, baby! Everyone has special events)
Business Facilities (Because Apparently You Need To Work Sometimes):
- Audio-visual equipment for special events: Unconfirmed
- Meetings: Probably
- Meeting stationery: Maybe, maybe not
- Seminars: Unlikely, unless you count "how to navigate a crowded hostel".
- Xerox/fax in business center: Yes, in the basement.
"For the Kids" (Because Someone, Somewhere, Probably Brings Their Kids):
- Babysitting service: (I would LOVE to see this. Seriously.)
- Family/child friendly: (Errrrr… depends on your definition of "friendly".)
- Kids facilities: (I did not see these.
- Kids meal: (Nope)
Access (The Crucial Bit):
- CCTV in common areas: (I think?)
- CCTV outside property: (Probably). At least, I saw some cameras.
- Check-in/out [express]: Nope!
- Check-in/out [private]: LOL. Absolutely not.
- Front desk [24-hour]: Yes – this is a plus. Someone’s always available (ish).
Available in All Rooms (The Actual Living Space):
- Additional toilet: (LOL. NO)
- Air conditioning: (Yes, which is a *god
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your sanitized travel brochure itinerary. This is… well, this is my attempt at surviving, thriving, and possibly crumbling a little (okay, a lot) in the concrete jungle that is New York City, using HI New York City Hostel as my not-so-secret lair. Here we go:
NYC Breakdown: Operation "Don't Get Eaten by a Pigeon"
Day 1: Arrival & Existential Dread at the Hostel
- Time: Let's be honest, whenever the plane decided to land.
- Objective: Physically survive the airport, emotionally survive the hostel room.
- 08:00: Ugh, JFK. The purgatory of budget airlines and aggressive luggage handlers. I swear, that guy gave me the side-eye for my backpack. I'm already regretting my life choices.
- 10:00: Successfully escaped the airport. Taxi driver was a character straight out of a Scorsese film. Muttered something about tourists, pigeons, and "the city eating you alive". Fitting. Already starving.
- 11:00: Arrived at HI NYC. Okay, it's big. Really big. Like, the size of a small shopping mall big. I’m simultaneously intimidated and also kind of impressed it's even standing. The lobby smells faintly of pizza and desperation. My inner monologue is already shouting, "Where's the bathroom?!"
- 11:30: Checked in. Met my roommates. A guy from Germany with a perpetual air of "I know something you don't," a girl from Japan who seems to communicate solely through smiling and bowing, and a dude from… well, he says 'Brooklyn', which could mean anything. Finding my bunk felt like scaling Everest. My assigned bunk is way up there.
- 12:00: Unpacked. Attempted to organize my shoebox-sized locker. Failed. Resorted to shoving things in haphazardly. Found a stray sock. Whose is it? I'm too afraid to ask.
- 12:30: Lunch. Grabbed a lukewarm slice of pizza from the Hostel cafeteria. The pizza was… fine? It filled a hole, which is the most you can ask for at this stage. The plastic fork, however, was a menace.
- 13:00: Befriended the hostel cat. He or she (I couldn't tell), is the only one who seems to get me.
- 14:00: Took a walk near the hostel. The city is loud. I mean, deafeningly, honkingly loud. So many people! So much movement! Is this how ants feel?
- 15:00 The sheer scale of the city is overwhelming. I was already lost. I was always lost. Found a coffee shop - needed that caffeine.
- 16:30: Back at the hostel, I'm attempting to plan. Too many options. Overwhelmed. Panic attack. Ordered another pizza.
- 17:00 Went to the cafe area and attempted to journal. Was overwhelmed by the people and noise. Didn't write down much.
- 18:00 Took a shower and got dressed for dinner.
- 19:00: Planned to go to a park to eat but found a decent restaurant.
- 20:00: Fell asleep.
Day 2: Embracing the Chaos (or at least, trying to)
- Time: Whenever I decide to claw myself out of the bunk.
- Objective: See something iconic. Don't get scammed. Don't lose my phone.
- 09:00: Alarm blares. Ugh. Actually attempted a shower this time. The water pressure is… lacking. Oh well, character building.
- 10:00: Finally ventured out. Subway. It's… experienced. I swear, that rat just winked at me. Or did I imagine that? Either way, I'm traumatized.
- 10:30: Times Square. Okay, it's… a lot. Like, sensory overload level of a lot. I feel like a tiny, insignificant cog in a giant, flashing, noise-making machine. Tried to take a photo. Got photobombed by a guy in a banana suit. This is officially the weirdest day of my life.
- 11:30: Walked through Central Park. Needed to escape the chaos of Times Square. Ah, fresh air, green trees… and a million other people. Still, a nice break. Saw a street performer juggling flaming chainsaws. New York, you never cease to amaze.
- 13:00: Lunch in Greenwich Village. Found a hole-in-the-wall place with amazing pizza (yes, another pizza. Don't judge me, it's New York!). The energy here is different. Much more, you know, artsy. People are wearing berets and discussing existentialism. I’m just trying to figure out how to eat this pizza without getting sauce on my shirt. Success!
- 14:00: Walked around. Saw stuff. Forgot what I saw. Impending doom.
- 15:00: Broadway. (Yes, the real Broadway). I sprang for a matinee. The show was… well, it was something. Dramatic. Loud. People were crying. I may have teared up a little too. Don't tell anyone. Got a souvenir program. Will probably never look at it again.
- 17:00: Back at the hostel. Exhausted. Brain fried. Contemplating just ordering more pizza.
- 19:00: Forced myself to eat a salad. Regretted it immediately.
- 21:00: Passed out in my bunk after a half-hearted attempt to plan day three.
Day 3: The Quest for Genuine New York… and a Decent Coffee
- Time: Whenever I can will myself to get out of bed.
- Objective: Find the "real" New York. And coffee that doesn’t taste like dishwater.
- 09:30: After much internal debate (and a questionable protein bar), I ventured outside.
- 10:00: Decided to seek out some authentic coffee shops. Walked into a tiny coffee shop in… somewhere. "The Lower East Side" is what my map says. The coffee. It was… heaven. Like, angels singing, the sun shining, the clouds parting kind of heaven. Actually, it was just really, really good coffee. And the barista didn't judge me for my travel-weary appearance. Win!
- 11:00: Walked through the area. Beautiful.
- 12:00: Tried to check out the food trucks. Failed.
- 13:00: Chinatown. This is a sensory explosion. The smells, the colors, the… everything. Got some delicious dumplings. Accidentally bought a knock-off handbag (don't judge, it was shiny!).
- 14:00: Stumbled into a random museum. It was… quirky. And free! Apparently, I enjoy art.
- 16:00: The weather… the freaking weather. The sky opened up.
- 17:00: Back to the hostel. Wet, cold, and slightly defeated.
- 19:00: Ordered more pizza. Comfort food.
- 20:00: Tried to write a journal. Gave up.
Day 4 & Onward: The Enduring Mystery of NYC
- Honestly, who knows?
- Objective: Survive. Maybe actually enjoy myself.
- Things that will probably happen: More pizza. More walking. More getting lost. More emotional breakdowns.
- Things that might happen: I might actually learn to navigate the subway. I might make a friend. I might, just might, fall in love with this crazy, chaotic, exhilarating city.
- The overarching theme: Embrace the mess. Accept the imperfections. And remember, even the pigeons are just trying to survive. Welcome to NYC, buddy.
NYC Hostel: Epic Adventure Awaits! (Okay, Maybe, Probably) FAQs (and My Deep Dive Into the Chaos)
So, Best Prices Guaranteed? REALLY? Because I'm broke. Like, ramen-for-dinner broke.
Look, I *really* wanted a fancy hotel, a fluffy robe, the works. But between student loans and my crippling avocado toast habit, that was a hard NO. Yeah, "Best Prices Guaranteed" sounds like a sales pitch from a guy in a bad suit, right? But honestly? Compared to the *insane* prices of New York City hotels, this hostel actually *was* a steal. I'm talking, saved enough to buy a decent slice of pizza daily. And pizza is vital when you're attempting to conquer the concrete jungle, trust me. Found a better deal *anywhere*? Let me know, cause I'm always lookin' to save a buck (or ten). Just don't expect a Michelin-starred room service menu. We're talking instant coffee and communal toast, people. Embrace it.
What's the deal with the dorm rooms? Shared rooms? Are they… clean?
Okay, honesty time. Dorm rooms are… an experience. Think of it like a potluck dinner party, but the theme is "sleeping in a shared space with strangers." The cleanliness level varied, to be frank. Some days, it was pristine. Other days? Let's just say I saw a sock mysteriously migrating under a bed. And the snoring? Oh, the snoring! I swear, one guy could vibrate the entire room. My advice? Earplugs are your best friend. And a good eye mask. And a healthy dose of accepting that you’re temporarily living with a bunch of other humans, all with their own weird quirks. It’s like a reality TV show, but you’re *in* it, not just watching.
Is there a curfew? 'Cause late nights are my thing…
Nope! Thankfully, no curfew. Freedom! You’re in NYC! Live it up! Just consider your fellow lodgers, and don't be *that* person clanging around at 3 am after a night out. Speaking of late nights, my first night? I met this amazing girl from Sweden. We ended up exploring Times Square until 4 am, taking the most ridiculous photos. Then, fueled by zero sleep and a mutual love of all things cheesy, we went for a gloriously greasy breakfast at a 24-hour diner. Epically. Worth. Every. Second. (Just maybe bring a phone charger. Trust me.)
What kind of people stay at the hostel? Is it all backpackers?
It's a total melting pot! I met students, gap year kids, budget travelers, business travelers, the occasional lost soul, and people like me, who wanted an affordable place to crash. One day I was talking to a guy from Australia who was *obsessed* with American hot dogs. The next, I was swapping travel stories with a woman from Japan with the most incredible collection of origami. It’s the beauty of a hostel, isn't it? You're surrounded by stories, experiences, and people you'd probably never meet otherwise. It’s a real education. You learn a lot about yourself, too, like your tolerance for questionable fashion choices.
What amenities are there? Free breakfast? Free Wi-Fi?
Okay, let's be real. Free breakfast? Don’t get *too* excited. It was the usual hostel suspects: bread, cereal, maybe some fruit if you're lucky. The *real* breakfast is out in the city, and that’s where the magic happens. Free Wi-Fi? Yes, thankfully. Because Instagram doesn’t run itself, you know? There's also basic stuff like lockers, a communal kitchen (where you compete for fridge space), and often a common room for socializing. Don't pack your finest clothes, the common space furniture seemed to have seen better days..
Is it safe? I'm traveling alone.
NYC is a safe city (generally), and the hostel had security measures, like keycard access to rooms. But use your common sense, people! Don’t leave valuables lying around, be aware of your surroundings, and trust your gut. I made some amazing friends at the hostel, and we often explored the city together. There's a real sense of camaraderie. But still, don't walk down dark alleys at night alone, ok? (I once almost did. I was tired, and a bit lost. Regret).
What if I have a problem? Is there staff available?
Yep, there’s staff on hand! They're usually pretty friendly and helpful. I had a minor crisis when my phone charger exploded (yes, really!), and they were lifesavers. They pointed me to the nearest electronics store, which, in NYC, is never too far away. They can also help with general inquiries, give you directions, and sometimes even join in on the hostel activities. Don't expect them to be your personal concierge, but they're there.
Can I store my luggage before check-in/after check-out?
Usually, they'll have luggage storage. This is GOLD. Seriously. Imagine dragging your suitcase across Manhattan. No, thank you. Double-check their specific policies, but most hostels offer this service. Use it! Explore the city unencumbered! I remember after checking out, I stored my bag, went to Central Park, had an impromptu picnic (that I'd planned on a whim), saw a street performer, took a nap under a tree... Pure, unadulterated bliss. Luggage storage is a gift from the travel gods.
Okay, tell me, what was the *best* thing about staying at the hostel?
Hands down, the people. I know, it sounds cheesy, but it’s true. I mean, yeah, the cheap price was awesome. The location was fantastic. But the friendships I made? Priceless. I still keep in touch with a girl from Germany who shared a room with me. We're planning a trip *together* next year! We bonded over late-night talks, shared anxieties about navigating the subway, and even survived a questionable food truck encounter (seriously, don't get the "mystery meat"). That shared experience, that feeling of being in it together? You can’t get that at a fancy hotel. That, my friends, is what an "epic adventure" *really* is. And that's what this hostel, despite its flaws, gave me.
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