The hostess and the manager that are total morons. Yup, that's the smartest thing to do, piss off some giant monster that eats people and killed 800 in Manhattan. I did snicker on the "where did he get the money from, he's naked" joke, but that was the only half-decent thing in the book.
One more stupid thing. The Wrecking Crew is composed of four people, Cap even enumerates their names. We only see three. Art was decent though.
Take out the motel sex in the end and this would have been easily a Marvel Adventures book.