If disasters were actually acts of God, I’m sure more of them would involve boring conference hotels.
Hotel buildings that were built from scratch, with the intention of being used as (conference) hotels, usually have a certain air about them. They’re spacy, have fancy designs and lots of light. They’re also bland, bleak and homogeneous. Despite their outside fanciness and prices, it’s usually hard to tell them apart once you’re inside.
The hotel I’m staying in at the moment is a fortunate exception to this rule. It’s got a nice ambiance. They have a bookish theme going on, so there are books in every room, high bookshelves around the dining area and closeup pictures of books and writers in the corridors. The rooms actually have older furniture rather than the same slightly-better-than-IKEA-ish crap in each room, and the artificial light doesn’t make you feel like you’re about to be harshly interrogated.