We had booked into the "Hotel Central / Euler" for one night. Having found the Hotel Central, down a dingy back street, we couldn't get into it, and were directed round the block to the Hotel Euler. This is a grand-looking old hotel fronting onto the Bahnhofplatz, where the trams stop. From the plush reception we were shown down a long corridor, past the kitchens, into a poky lift, along another corridor, past a bleak sitting area, up a few steps, further along a corridor, past a building site, further along a corridor (don't look behind the curtain, you'll find a staircase up to a semi-derelict floor above), and finally to our room. This was at the back, overlooking the narrow street where we had searched in vain for the Hotel Central. Clearly, what's happened is that the Central has been annexed by the larger Euler, but the rooms haven't been fully integrated into the main hotel. (They are probably cheaper than if you book into "Euler".)
Our room was clean and recently refurbished in a functional, modern style. The main problem, apart from the depressing journey to reach it, was that it was above a very lively bar that seemed to be home to some of the city's African community, who certainly know how to party - well into the early hours!
Breakfast was on the terrace outside the Euler's very smart dining room and very pleasant it was too; high quality and nicely served.
If you're looking for somewhere to stay very close to the station and the bus stop for the airport, then the location is excellent, but beware the rooms in the "Central" part of the Euler.
To be honest, if I was passing through Basel again, I would try to avoid staying there by moving on to another place - it's only a couple of hours on the train from Bern or Luzern. It markets itself as a business and cultural destination, but if you haven't got time or inclination for either of these purposes, it's a bit short on charm. You can watch people swimming down the Rhine with their clothes in a plastic bag / float and wander around the Cathedral quarter (deserted) but the main street reminded me of Wigan on a Friday night (that's in Lancashire, England, by the way for the American readers). OK, I 'm exaggerating a little - Wigan doesn't have so many tables or musicians in the streets.










