Escape to Slidell: Your Perfect Stay Awaits at Quality Inn!
Escape to Slidell: Quality Inn - More Than Just a Room, Maybe…
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because I'm about to spill the beans (and hopefully not the continental breakfast cereal) on the Quality Inn's promise of "Your Perfect Stay" in Slidell. Let's be honest, "perfect" is a tough sell, especially when you're dealing with…well, a Quality Inn. But hey, I'm here, I’ve stayed, and I have opinions.
Accessibility & Safety - The Baseline (and thankfully, mostly a pass):
First things first: Accessibility. Crucial. The website boasts facilities for disabled guests, including wheelchair access, and from what I saw, the common areas seemed alright. Elevators are a blessing – navigating a hotel with luggage and limited mobility is a nightmare I’d rather not revisit. I didn't personally require a wheelchair, so I’m going off what I saw and understood from my chats with the front desk. They seemed genuinely concerned and helpful, unlike some front desk robots I’ve encountered. Security-wise, cameras are strategically placed (CCTV in common areas, and outside too, so no funny business I guess). There's a 24-hour front desk and security, which is always reassuring. Fire extinguishers and smoke alarms are present – duh, but good to know. I can't say I was feeling particularly unsafe. Actually, the feeling has something to do with the smell of the lobby, which I will discuss later.
Cleanliness - Pandemic Era Expectations, Met (Mostly):
Okay, let's talk COVID. The Quality Inn seems to have taken things seriously, or at least tried to. They're touting anti-viral cleaning products, room sanitization between stays, and daily disinfection in common areas. Hand sanitizer stations were plentiful. They even have individually-wrapped food options. The whole “physical distancing of at least 1 meter” seemed to be attempted, but let’s be real, how can you control that in a buffet line? (more on that later). There's even a doctor/nurse on call, which I guess is good to have.
The Room: Ambiance of Bland, But Adequate:
Alright, the room. This is where the "perfect stay" thing starts to wobble a bit. Let's start with the positives: Air conditioning (essential in Louisiana, duh). A refrigerator was present and operational, which is a must for keeping those swamp pop cold. Free Wi-Fi is a given these days, and it was at least a decent speed in the room. They also promised complimentary tea and coffee, which is a nice touch. The separate shower/bathtub was fine, if a little… utilitarian. Blackout curtains were a lifesaver! I'm a light sleeper, so these were much appreciated. The bed? Comfy enough, but nothing to write home about. I found myself thinking, "Is this really the best Quality Inn has to offer?"
On the less sparkly side: The décor? Think "beige on beige," with a splash of institutional carpet. I mean, it was clean, but not exactly inspiring. It felt kind of… sterile. Like a slightly more comfortable hospital room, not that I would know. And the smell in the lobby was a bit…off. A mix of cleaning chemicals, stale air, and something indefinable - maybe a hint of swamp? Again, I am making an educated guess here.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: The Buffet Saga…
This is where things get…interesting. The breakfast [buffet] was the highlight of my stay. Alright, maybe that’s hyperbole, but it was… there. They had the usual suspects; eggs (cold), bacon (limp), sausages (slightly burnt), and the aforementioned cereal. There was also some sad-looking fruit. The coffee, thankfully, was decent. They offered both Asian breakfast and Western breakfast, but I struggled to see the difference. Everything was just… there. A coffee shop was available, but I opted for the in-room coffee since the breakfast area was already a buffet war zone:
The most exciting thing was the queue. People lined up, jostling for position, wielding tongs like weapons. A guy in a trucker hat stared at the scrambled eggs like it had personally offended him. A woman sneezed directly into the muffin basket, a moment that was either deeply disturbing or darkly comedic, depending on your mood. I chose the latter.
There's a poolside bar to be honest, I didn’t even know it existed until I was already on my way out. It's a quality inn, not the Four Seasons. There are restaurants in the area, but in this hotel… not so much.
Ways to Relax: Spa Dreams Dashed:
The website, with its optimistic promises, lists things like a spa, a fitness center, and a swimming pool . Hmm. The swimming pool [outdoor] looked… vaguely inviting. The fitness center was a tiny room with a couple of treadmills and some free weights. I passed. I also didn’t see or hear anything related to a spa. I guess not everyone gets body wraps and foot baths when they "escape to Slidell."
Things to Do: Beyond the Hotel Doors
Okay, so what do you DO in Slidell? Well, the hotel is apparently a great launchpad to explore the area. I saw that the hotel offered a car park [free of charge]. And there are some things to do, which could be fun depending on the duration there. Maybe you could check out some museums in New Orleans? Get lost in the swamps? Eat a beignet?
Services and Conveniences: Helpful, But Not Exquisite:
The hotel offers the usual services: Daily housekeeping was prompt and friendly. Laundry service is available. Concierge service is available, and the staff were pretty helpful when I needed directions. There’s a convenience store on-site, which is handy for snacks and forgotten essentials. Free parking is always a win.
Overall Impression: An Adequate Stopover.
Look, the Quality Inn in Slidell isn't a disaster. It's a clean, safe, and reasonably priced place to rest your weary head. They’ve made a decent effort at COVID safety. But "perfect"? Nah. It’s functional. It's inoffensive. It's Slidell. If you’re looking for a place to crash on your way to somewhere else, and you aren’t expecting luxury, this is fine. If you are looking for the ultimate Louisiana experience, look elsewhere. However, the fact that I am still thinking about the woman sneezing into the muffin basket is a good sign, right? It means I’m not indifferent. SEO & Metadata – Because Apparently, We Need That:
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, 'cause we're about to dive headfirst into… checks notes… a trip to Slidell, Louisiana, specifically the Quality Inn off I-10. Not exactly a trip to the Eiffel Tower, but hey, every adventure has to start somewhere, right? This ain't gonna be some slick, Instagram-perfect itinerary. This is the real deal. The messy, sleep-deprived, slightly-hangry-at-times, and hopefully-still-fun deal.
Day 1: Arrival, Questionable Pizza, and the Siren Song of the Pool (aka, the Day I Almost Drowned in the Shallow End)
1:00 PM - Arrival at the Quality Inn Slidell: Finally! After what felt like an eternity on the road (damn you, traffic!), we roll into the parking lot. First impression? … Well, it’s a Quality Inn. You know what you're getting. Functional. Beige. The air smells vaguely of chlorine and desperation. Not exactly the Ritz, but hey, it has a pool! And that, my friends, is what sold me.
1:30 PM - Check-in Debacle: The check-in lady seemed…a little preoccupied. Probably seen it all, which, I guess, includes my family. My kid, bless her, decided this was the PERFECT time to practice her opera skills. My husband just gave me that look. You know, the look. We eventually got the keys. Room 312. Pray for us.
2:00 PM - Room Assessment & Pizza Panic: Okay, room's…clean enough? The AC is blasting like a jet engine. This is good, because, Louisiana. Immediately unpack. Because, chaos. Now, the vital question: food. We're starving. After a quick Yelp search (always trust Yelp, right?), we order a pizza from… somewhere. I'm not even gonna mention the name. Let's just say it tasted like cardboard had a baby with sadness. Lesson learned: next time, we’re bringing our own cheese pizza and a toaster oven.
3:30 PM - Pool Time! (and Near-Death Experience in the Shallow End): Ah, the pool. My siren song. I envisioned myself, relaxed, sipping a cool drink. The reality? I was chasing my kid around the shallow end, while trying to keep my own hair from getting completely plastered to my head. I may or may not have almost face-planted into the pool when I tripped on a rogue pool noodle. I swear, for a moment, I was convinced I was going to drown in 3 feet of water. ( Dramatic pause ) I'm fine. We're fine. The kid loved it. (I think.)
6:00 PM - Dinner and Despair (aka, the Buffet of Sadness): We were supposed to have a nice dinner… somewhere. But we were too tired. So we ended up at the "free" breakfast area of the hotel for dinner. It was so bad. The scrambled eggs looked at me like I was the one who hurt them. The coffee was questionable. My husband was convinced he saw a cockroach. ( It may or may not have been a dust bunny, a quick assessment proved.) Food poisoning confirmed or maybe the pizza. Note to self: pack snacks for future adventures. And maybe a hazmat suit, just in case.
7:00 PM - Bedtime Rituals: After a quick movie (because parenting), some reading, and a prayer, we all crashed. And I mean crashed. Sleep, sweet, blessed sleep. Until the AC decided to stop working, and an hour later, the AC came back on with full power. More drama.
Day 2: Exploring Slidell (or, the Day I Officially Gave Up on Looking Cute)
**7:00 AM - Breakfast Interlude: ** We gave the free breakfast a miss after yesterday's experience. Opting for room service of Pop-Tarts. The most perfect breakfast of all!
9:00 AM - Exploration of Olde Towne Slidell: Okay, so 'Olde Towne' promised quaint charm. Reality check: It was…charming. A few cute shops. The obligatory antique store (which I briefly considered getting lost in). The real charm factor of Slidell is the heat.
11:00 AM - Pontchartrain Vineyards: We decided to go to the vineyard. A beautiful experience. I would recommend any day.
1:00 PM - Lunch: We went to a local eatery, and everything was delicious.
2:00 PM - Back to the Pool! (More Noodle Mayhem): The pool called again beckoned, and we answered. This time, I was more prepared. Armed with sunscreen, a giant inflatable flamingo, and the unwavering hope that I wouldn't trip. More Noodle mayhem, but hey, at least I survived.
6:00 PM - Dinner: We decided to try an actual restaurant. It better be good because my patience is wearing thin.
Day 3: Departure (and the Great Toilet Paper Heist)
7:00 AM - Breakfast: Nope. Going to the store for provisions.
8:00 AM - Packing and Panic: We packed our bags. Did we remember everything? No.
9:00 AM - Check-Out: We checked out, and everything was just okay. Note to self: Next time, buy extra toilet paper.
10:00 AM - Headed Home: The end.
Final Thoughts:
Was it the most glamorous trip ever? Absolutely not. Did it have its moments of near-disaster? Definitely. But in the end, it was…an adventure. And that, my friends, is what matters. Would I go back to Slidell? Maybe. Would I stay at the Quality Inn again? Probably. Because, in the words of a wise travel writer (me), "You have to embrace the chaos." And remember: bring your own snacks. And maybe a hazmat suit.
Okay, I'm exhausted. Time for a nap. Peace out!
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Okay, so, like, *Slidell*? What's the big deal, and why should I, like, even *consider* staying at the Quality Inn?
Alright, alright, picture this: you're tired. REALLY tired. Maybe you’ve been driving for hours, maybe you just survived… well, life. And Slidell? Honestly, before I went, I pictured… well, nothing much. Which is kinda cool in a weird way. It's *close* to New Orleans, but it's not *in* New Orleans, which, believe me, after a day dodging beads and questionable street performers can be a *blessing*. Quality Inn? Look, it's not the Ritz. Let's be honest. But it's clean (okay, mostly clean, remember, human), the beds are comfy, and... wait for it... the price. It's *right*. And sometimes, after a long drive, or a day of sightseeing, "right" is all you need. I mean I've stayed in places that looked like they featured in a true crime documentary. So, yeah, Quality Inn in Slidell? Could be your saving grace. Just saying.
What's the deal with the Quality Inn *specifically*? Like, what should I expect besides "a place to sleep"?
Okay, deep breath. Here's the lowdown, unfiltered. The *breakfast*. Bless its little heart. It's that classic continental situation. Cereal (the kind that gets soggy in seconds), toast (you *know* there's a toaster that barely toasts), and… the waffle machine. Now, here’s the thing: the waffle machine is the *ultimate* test of character. My first time, I completely botched it. It came out looking like a charred hockey puck. The second time? Glorious! Golden brown, perfectly cooked. It felt like I had won the freakin' Olympics. So, expect that struggle. Embrace the waffle. Other stuff? The pool! It's usually… well, it's a pool. Sometimes clean, sometimes... less clean. But in the Louisiana heat? Worth it. The staff? Generally friendly, but be warned, they're *busy*. They’re juggling a million things, so try not to be *that* guest who makes an issue about the ice machine. Relax, enjoy the waffle, and maybe pack your own coffee. Just a suggestion.
How close *is* Slidell to New Orleans, really? And how easy is it to get there?
Pretty darn close! It's a manageable drive. Figure about 30-45 minutes, depending on traffic. And traffic, my friends, is a beast. Especially during rush hour. I learned this the hard way, trying to get back from the French Quarter after a particularly long day. The Causeway bridge? Oh, the Causeway. It's long. Really long. Like, "I'm going to die of boredom and traffic" long. So, plan accordingly. Google Maps is your best friend, but even Google Maps can't predict the unpredictable. The good news? Uber and Lyft are readily available, so you don't *have* to drive if you don't want to. Consider it. Seriously, consider it. Especially after a few Hurricanes.
Alright, let's talk food. What are some good eats in Slidell or nearby? I'm hungry just thinking about it.
Food! Yes! Okay, this is where Slidell really shines. Forget the chain restaurants (although, fine, there are some, I'm a human and sometimes I give in). You want *real* Louisiana food? You've got choices. Check out... okay, I'm not going to list them all. Spontaneously, I remember a certain little roadside diner and I think, maybe it was a bit rough around the edges, like the time I ordered an oyster po'boy there, there was a minor complication or two... the place had a sort of character that you don't often find these days. It had the vibe of a slightly unkempt, but charmingly authentic kind of spot, the kind of place where the locals hang out. And the po'boy? Well, it was an *experience*. The oysters were probably fried to perfection and it was a messy, delicious, glorious mess. You just know. Do some Googling, follow your nose. Just make sure to try the local seafood! That's a must. And get the beignets if you're hitting up New Orleans. Trust me on this one.
What if I'm not just visiting New Orleans? What else is there to *do* in the general area around Slidell?
Okay, so you're not just a bead-chasing tourist, huh? Good! You've got options. The Northshore is beautiful, with its swamp tours (you *will* see gators), and nature trails. You can hire an airboat or kayak tour in the surrounding bayous and areas. There's the Honey Island Swamp, which is creepy and cool (just watch out for the Honey Island Swamp Monster - kidding... mostly). There are also some nice parks and, depending on the time of year, festivals. Honestly, sometimes just driving and exploring the little towns around Slidell is great. That quietness, after the crazy of the city, can be wonderful. It might have a "small town" feeling, but that’s part of its charm. The slower pace is a nice change of pace. So yes, more than just New Orleans.
Is the Quality Inn a good choice for families?
Hmm. Okay, family… It *can* work. The pool is a major plus for kids. The breakfast, while not gourmet, is kid-friendly (waffles!). The rooms are generally clean enough, but maybe not the most spacious. So, if you've got a whole gaggle of screaming, sugar-fueled children who will be running around constantly, then… maybe not. Or maybe, embrace the chaos. I've seen families thrive in far worse conditions. The key is managing your expectations. It’s not a luxury resort. It's a practical, budget-friendly option. And if your kids are anything like mine, they'll be more excited about the pool than a five-star hotel anyway. Keep in mind, if you have any special needs, there's no point in expecting luxury. It's a clean, safe, and functional place, and that’s sometimes all you really need.
Are there any hidden fees or things I should watch out for?
Always read the fine print! Seriously. I’m a terrible rule-follower by nature, and I once was hit with unexpected charges, so… learn from my mistakes. Check for parking fees (some hotels have them, even in places where parking *seems* free), resort fees (which can be a total scam, but sometimes unavoidable), and any extra charges for things like early check-in or late check-out. The Quality Inn tends to be pretty straightforward, but do the bare minimum and scan the hotel’s policy. It might save you a few bucks (andDurham's Hidden Gem: Sonesta Select RTP - Unbeatable Deals!
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