We have switched hotels, from the slightly funky backpackers in the first-ring suburb at the edge of the hip neighborhood to a fancy corporate high-rise in the middle of the city. In doing so, we have reconfirmed about ourselves something we already knew; that we are more the slightly crusty type than the fancy financial district type. Specifically, we are opposed to windows that don't open, neighbors who don't speak except to ask for spare change, and elevators. We do like the cable TV and free shampoo (well, one of us has no opinion about shampoo).
One thing the St. Georges Hotel has going for it is the breakfast buffet. Eight types of fruit juice alone! Plus pastries, eggs, hash browns, cheeses, and a huge platter of stir-fried vegetables with noodles (for breakfast? Whatever! It was good).