My take: If you are going to write a piece on your first time to the Jane Hotel; why do you have to maintain anonymity?

If you are smart, interesting, a bit off and confident, you can rock any red rope jammy in the City.

Bees smell fear; so do people.

For real.  Think outside the box, sister.

And, with a story this lackluster, please imagine something happened and go into that dream scenario.  I can think of about ten situations right now. Case and point here. Small excerpt below:

Perhaps the thrill of going to the Jane was simply getting into the Jane. What could possibly trump all the electric possibility that crescendos when we’re still in the cab, pre-arrival, pre-realization of the night?