For the price, the experience doesn't hold up. The rooms are cheap and uninspired - no decoration or personality at all, with cheap, worn, generic furniture more reminiscent of a 2-star airport crash pad than a 4-star urban hotel billing itself as luxury. Cheap poster art in visibly deteriorating plastic frames is the only decoration on the otherwise barren walls, and the furniture all feels too small for the space. The only furniture other than the bed was a wobbly stained table with just one tiny task chair, even with ample space for a club chair or even a small seating area.
Nothing is constructed of high quality materials, surfaces were visible dirty and worn, the window blinds in particular having thick dust and stains at every crease.
I'd have expected better from the comfort inn a block away, and this is supposed to be high ene! Nothing is even remotely luxury about Ink 48, cheap corner-cutting and major issues ignored at every turn.
Hard to find anything positive to add because the experience was just so unmemorable. No reason to return when high quality boutique affairs in Hells Kitchen are the same price. I suppose the location is pretty sweet for people exploring the west side?