As a Platinum member on NCL Latitudes, I can honestly say I've watched how this company has gone from being Pan Am to Spirit Airlines. What once set the tone and had standards in cruising has left this line (or ship).
Boarding started well enough in New Orleans. We got through check-in quickly, and then asked where the Platinum Lounge was located. A gentleman in an NCL uniform directed to a room with a large sign saying "Priority Lounge". We went in, had a glass of water and a sandwich, when a crew member came over and asked us our stateroom number. After our reply, she said, "Oh, you're not supposed to be in here, this is for suite guests only." I stated, okay, very well, but where is the lounge I'm supposed to go to, seeing as how your coworker outside the door sent me here? With that, her face squeezed into a pinched look and her lips pursed together. Before anything else was said, a gentleman named Patrick appeared, wearing a concierge badge. He intervened, and asked us to stay. The surly woman walked off in a huff. Great start, eh?
We got on board and had a surprise with our "obstructed view" cabin. There are two horizontal windows about 18 inches wide, with a view of the lifeboat. Well, not really, the dried on salt on the window made it seem as if I had cataracts. So maybe a dingy view that never got cleaned? Oh well.
Avoid if you are really wanting to see out. There are only two small slits in the wall, overlooking a lifeboat.