I stayed at the YMCA.
I was a bit short on my dough, and the rates were seriously competitive for early noughties Manhattan, which I was visiting, so I put my pride on the shelf. But in truth, I mostly stayed at NYC’s West Side YMCA, (on t’other side of Central Park from Trump Tower), because the historic, horny, hilarious ‘YMCA’ sequence in the 1980 Vil…