A surprising number of the former-theatrical hotels in the West Forties have survived splendidly.
When I started haunting the theater district’s byways during the 1970s, these old hotels, apart from the Algonquin, were in a state of slumber and neglect. They’ve now been spruced up and repurposed as havens for tourists or visiting business people.
One that did not endure, however, is the Seymour on West 45th Street, right next to the brownstones that then housed the venerable Coffee House Club. Both landmarks are gone now, but the Seymour is given detailed commemoration by Tom Miller on his Daytonian in Manhattan blog.