You can’t do better for a location: on the south side of Leicester Square, facing the TKTS booth and all the movie premieres, and abutting the National Portrait Gallery. But what an odd hotel—’90s-era fixtures, floral touches that are English Country, pottery that’s Pan-Asian, and an ornate red-brick facade (it was once a dental hospital). Never mind. The staff is attentive, the facilities, though aging, are clean and spacious enough for Central London, the price is remarkably low for where it is, and all you have to do is trip out the front door to wind up somewhere worth seeing. You may never take the Tube again. Ask for a room at the back, though, because the Square can brim with partiers.