The Toronto hotel room was a bargain that was too good to be true. If there were infomercials for hotel rooms, the announcer would have bellowed, “But that’s not all! Order now and we’ll include a Jacuzzi tub and a 72-inch, flat-screen television, absolutely free during your stay! Operators are standing by.’’
I couldn’t bring myself to book this easy-on-the-change-purse room, even with $500 slashed off the price tag. Despite slick Internet photos showing the hotel’s opulent marble lobby, I turned away. It wasn’t what was on the inside that stopped me — it was what was on the outside.
The facade of the sleek glass building sported the name “Trump.’’ The name sat squat and imposing in a way that did not say “Relax and enjoy your stay.’’ It barked “Trump’’ at me, like a frustrated dog in a fenced yard.