Staying at Greg's place was like living in a pre-war fraternity house without a super. Two (not one as advertised) blocks from the Blue train was convenient. After leaving our bags upstairs by a few muddy shoes, we checked into the 2nd floor apartment around 8pm. Greeted by our host, he showed us where we could help ourselves to some generic cereal, milk and (apple) juice, towels, wifi, and a hair dryer. The bedroom offered a creaky floor as old as the mattress and bed frame. There's power outlets, a night stand, chair, and a closet - which was nice. The spider which almost went into my bag, wasn't very nice. Drinkable water would have been appreciated.

The experience was what one may expect I suppose: moldy bathroom, broken door knob, duct taped windows, unswept floors, and college kids a few feet away who didn't want us to sleep at 10pm (or 1am for that matter) on a Saturday night. The host respected our privacy. It's unfortunate the neighbors didn't.