So, the great experiment as a professional hotel reviewer came to an abrupt end.
Two months, a new record in Patrick J. Sauer employment futility. The reasons are the expected ones, it's the economy, stupid.
I only made it to three locales: San Francisco, Washington D.C., and one Lower East Side hotel right here in the city, but I reviewed the hell out of those hotels.
Valuable travel information is provided after the jump.
The holiday season is the perfect cover for drowning one's sorrows in glee. Too bad it's no longer a business expense.
Here are the San Francisco joints I stayed in, wrote up, and took ample photos of. Pay close attention to the pool photos at the Hyatt Fisherman's Wharf, you may recognize the faces of a familiar family.
If there's one thing I am going to miss about the job, it's the fancy camera that was turning me into a modern-day Matthew Brady.
Albeit, minus all the Civil War stuff and with a lot more duvet covers.
Posted, in order of preference.
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