There’s always one hotel in town that partying college kids flock to. In New Orleans, that hotel is the Hilton St Charles Avenue. Tipsy undergrads are adorable (at first, not so much at 3 a.m.) and remind me of the days when I aspired to stay at a Hilton too. This Hilton is a classic mid century property. Its lobby, elevators, and halls are elegant. And there’s a classy bistro restaurant on the first floor. There’s good material for Hilton to work with here. But it feels like Hilton’s heart just isn’t in it. The rooms are showing their age, and feel like it’s 1999 again. The bathroom’s only light is in the mirror, and the shower — curtain, no glass — is dim. The water isn’t always hot, and a tepid shower is no fun at 6:30 a.m. Hilton just about meets 4-star hotel basics, but you won’t be getting a bathrobe. And then there’s the alarm clock. The last time I stayed at a Hilton was in Toronto years ago: the alarm clock was telling completely the wrong time, and couldn’t be reset without a screwdriver. In the Hilton St Charles, the poor old clock had trouble even displaying the time (see photo). My colleague missed our 0645 bus because her alarm clock didn’t go off. And the young lady on desk, trying to serve guests and eat some lunch at the same time, explained that wake up calls were impossible because the computerized wake up call system had been broken for a week. I ended up leaving New Orleans one night early, after paying about $1000 USD for three nights. This Hilton’s offers a discount to encourage you to pay for the full stay when you arrive before you see your room. In retrospect I guess that should have given me pause for thought. But I’ve learned a new travel lesson: Just because your event is at a Hilton, it doesn’t mean you have to stay there. Unless, of course, you’re 22 and down to party.