Today I got to find out what kind of hotel $140/night buys you in downtown Philly.
Underwhelming would be one word for it; smelly would be another.
Apparently they have special architecture around here that funnels every car horn directly into your (closed, but paper thin) window, even 7 floors up.
There's an iron and ironing board, but not in your room - no, that would be silly. You have to go hunting around various floors until you find the magic closet that still has one. At least it wasn't chained down...
I'd include a picture, but it would just make you weep.