On approach, the Troubadour Hotel looks like what it once was: a rather bland 1960s office building. A discreet awning is the only real sign that a hotel lurks beyond the prosaic exterior. It's a misleading impression, though, and the ruse ends as you step through the doors and gives way to a whimsical and colorful interior.
I was immediately hit by retro-looking, geometric patterns and striking vintage furniture. Three-dimensional murals that represent parts of guitars and other instruments crept around the walls and bright abstract artworks framed the space.
It was quiet, with just one lone assistant behind the desk, which included plastic shields as a safety measure. I also noticed a couple of hand sanitizer stations and signage reminding guests to socially distance, especially in the elevators (limited to two people or one family/pod).