I’ve lived at 111th and Broadway in New York; I've lived at Olympic and Western in Los Angeles. The Hipster in Asheville is the noisiest place I have ever experienced. Between the sirens all night on Merrimon Street, the trucks unloading at the grocery store across the street early in the morning, and the constant to and fro of cars on the street and nearby interstate, you’ll need earplugs if you want to get any sleep.

Other features include low water pressure, no bath soap, stained towels, no hangers, no bureau or other furniture to allow one to unpack, beat up furniture, scuffed and chipped paint, unrepaired holes in doors and ceiling where something was removed, paint applied so inexpertly that it is a struggle to open and close cabinets and windows, a cracked window pane, and a refrigerator with some kind of smears on the outside.

Nothing much in the way of extras, like soap, tissues, maybe a little coffee or tea.

If you plan to arrive after dark, ask the landlord to leave a light on outside so you can see the lock box.