La Maison was a disappointment. The room was adequate but nothing special. Yes, there is a flat-screen TV but the programming available was awful, comprised mainly of TV shopping networks and Indian soap operas. There are no BBC nor other English language stations available so who cares what shape the TV is? The dining room where breakfast is served is faux-hip but the attempt is dreary and oppressive with a weird and dreary monochromatic decor and incessant, loud lounge music. This, after all, is supposed to be a heritage hotel. In the dark, as I tried to reach an awkwardly placed light switch, a drinking glass tipped and broke on the hard, stone bedside table in my room. I was amazed to see it presented to me later at the front desk as though I had committed a serious crime. When I checked-out, the broken glass had been saved and once again put before me on the counter. The staff, citing instructions of the owner, demanded a payment of $3 and was not pleasant about it. After paying for five nights at this hotel I thought their demand was, minimally, ungracious and petty.