Escape to the Berkshires: Luxurious Fairfield Inn & Suites Awaits!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving deep into the luxurious – or at least, attempting to be luxurious – world of Escape to the Berkshires: Luxurious Fairfield Inn & Suites Awaits! This isn't your sanitized, PR-approved review. This is the truth, unfiltered, sprinkled with a healthy dose of "ooh, shiny!" and a side of "wait, what?".
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Alright, Let's Get This Show on the Road (and Into the Room)
First impressions, right? Always the most important. Okay, so the website promised "luxurious" and well, maybe my definition of luxury is different. The exterior was, well, a Fairfield Inn. Not ugly, by any means, but certainly not a Chateau-esque haven. The car park [free of charge] was a relief, especially since I'd just spent three hours battling Massachusetts traffic. And the car park [on-site] was handy, so, thumbs up, I guess.
Accessibility: The "Can I Actually Get In?" Test
Okay, this is where I get serious. As someone who occasionally requires accessibility features, this is crucial. The website claimed Wheelchair accessible, so I was cautiously optimistic. Elevator? Check! Facilities for disabled guests? Seemed to be present, but how effective are they? It all comes down to the execution, my friends. The lobby had ramps, but I didn’t require them. It was a good start. I did see a CCTV in common areas, which made me feel slightly more at ease, and of course, the presence of Fire extinguisher, Smoke alarms, and Safety/security feature were all appreciated. The front desk [24-hour] was also a bonus.
Room Shenanigans: So, How's the Crib?
Entering the room…well, it was clean. That’s the most important thing. The air conditioning blasted a welcome (if slightly aggressive) icy gust. The free Wi-Fi was the hero. I needed this. Immediately, I checked for Internet access [wireless] to post a pic to Instagram. The interconnecting room(s) available could be useful for families, and the Desk, Laptop workspace, and Socket near the bed indicated to me that the hotel was trying to cater to business travellers.
Okay, let's get nitpicky, because that’s my job. The blackout curtains were a godsend for sleeping in, but I'm one of those people who likes some light. The In-room safe box made me feel like James Bond, except without the Aston Martin (sad face). The mirror was… a mirror. Nothing spectacular. And the complimentary tea? Ah, the little details. A nice touch. But where’s the good tea? (I’m a tea snob. Judge me.) A bathtub, a separate shower/bathtub, and slippers are all appreciated.
Cleanliness & Safety: The COVID-19 Dance
The anti-viral cleaning products were clearly being utilized. There was an abundance of hand sanitizer everywhere. The room had been sanitized between stays, and the fact that I had the option for room sanitization opt-out available was good. They are also utilizing sterilizing equipment, something I felt like needed to be said to reassure everyone.
The Staff trained in safety protocol felt reassuring. And the physical distancing of at least 1 meter was, thankfully, observed in the public areas. My biggest qualm about the lack of cleaning standards everywhere is that, as bad as it sounds, it’s almost not as bad for me if there’s somebody monitoring the situation. If somebody is trying, it’s better than nobody.
Food, Glorious Food (or, the Breakfast Blues)
Okay, let's talk about the breakfast [buffet]. I love hotel buffets. I really do. But this one… felt a little… meh. Standard hotel fare. You had your breakfast [buffet], sausage, eggs, waffles, cereal, and, of course, a little bit of Asian breakfast.
There was coffee/tea in restaurant (essential), and a coffee shop available, but the quality of the coffee was…well, let's just say it didn't set my soul on fire. I’d have loved some real coffee. The alternative meal arrangement was there. The buffet in restaurant was there, but it wasn’t an experience of a lifetime.
Things To Do & Ways To Relax: Poolside Dreams (and Mild Disappointments)
The swimming pool [outdoor] looked inviting. I’m a sucker for a pool with a view. Unfortunately, on the day I was there, the weather wasn’t cooperating, so I just peeked. The gym/fitness center looked pretty standard – treadmill, some weights, the usual suspects. Spa/sauna? Nope, not here. Massage? I didn't see those on offer. The Poolside bar? Nope.
Services and Conveniences: The Little Extras
Daily housekeeping did a good job. The concierge was helpful. Cash withdrawal – always a plus. The convenience store was useful for those forgotten essentials.
The Verdict: (Mostly) Good Times, Occasional Glitches
Overall, the Fairfield Inn & Suites in the Berkshires is perfectly fine. It's clean, comfortable, and offers the basic necessities. Is it "luxurious?" Debatable. But it's a solid choice for a trip to the Berkshires, especially if you value accessibility, cleanliness, and a decent free breakfast. Just don't expect a Michelin-star culinary experience or a spa fit for royalty. And, maybe, bring your own fancy tea bags.
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Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't your grandma's travel itinerary. This is a journey, a pilgrimage, a… a weekend getaway in the Berkshires that's gonna be as messy, hilarious, and possibly disastrous as my life usually is. And, yes, it all starts at the Fairfield Inn & Suites Great Barrington Lenox/Berkshires. Pray for me.
FRIDAY: The Arrival (and the Existential Dread)
- 3:00 PM: Officially arrive at the Fairfield Inn. Okay, first impression - it's…fine. Spotlessly clean, suspiciously generic, and a stark reminder that I’m not exactly backpacking through the Himalayas. The lobby has that "hotel smell" of perpetually cleaned carpets and vaguely floral air freshener. I hate that smell. But hey, free parking. Small victories, right?
- 3:15 PM: Unpack. Or, more accurately, fumble with my suitcase like I'm wrestling a rabid badger. I always overpack. Always. Seriously though, this isn't a fashion show, it's a weekend. But the "what if" voice whispers in my ear and I end up hauling in enough clothes to outfit a small army.
- 4:00 PM: This is when the existential dread kicks in. Staring out the window, at my empty schedule. I need a plan. A concrete plan. Otherwise this'll just be me, staring at the walls, eating chips and watching bad cable. I can feel it already.
- 5:00 PM: The "I need a drink" hour. Hit up the hotel bar. It's empty. I hate hotel bars when they're empty. It's just me, the bartender, and the crushing weight of my life choices reflected in the polished, gleaming surface of the bar. I'm a sucker for a gin martini, so I order one. It soothes the nerves, helps with the lack of a plan.
- 6:30 PM: Dinner reservation at The Old Mill. Found it online, decent ratings. I'm picturing cozy, delicious food, maybe a roaring fire. Reality check: more likely a slightly-too-hot-to-the-touch fireplace and a pasta special. We'll see.
- 8:00 PM (ish): The Old Mill. Okay, the fire was roaring, albeit a bit dramatically. And the pasta? Surprisingly good! But the service…oof. Our waiter had the thousand-yard stare of someone who’d seen too much. The ambiance was a charming blend of "rustic chic" and "IKEA-meets-Grandma's-basement". My date asked why I was making faces. It was good, but I was trying not to choke on the fumes coming from the fire.
- 9:30 PM: Back at the hotel, feeling full and vaguely contented, the martini finally wearing off. Watch some truly terrible TV. The kind that requires zero brainpower and leaves you feeling even emptier than before. Staring at the ceiling and thinking about the things I want to do.
SATURDAY: Culture, Caffeine, and the Search for Soul
- 8:00 AM: Wake up. The usual panic, "Am I still happy?". Grab a coffee. It's the free hotel coffee, a steaming cup of disappointment.
- 9:00 AM: Trip to MASS MoCA. I'm not even a huge art person, but everyone says it's amazing. Praying I don’t get lost. The art is…well, it’s art. Some I got, some I didn’t. There was one piece though, giant, neon-lit room – it was something that felt. That, right there, was why I went to artsy places.
- 12:00 PM: Lunch in North Adams. Grabbed a sandwich from a bakery (recommendation from the grumpy hotel receptionist). Ate it in the car because I'm a classy broad.
- 1:30 PM: Hiking! Yeah, I know, I'm not a hiker. But people told me they had amazing trails at Monument Mountain. I got my ass kicked. It was gorgeous; panoramic views. I ended up huffing and puffing my way up, thinking I was gonna die, but I made it!! Pure, unadulterated sense of accomplishment as I looked out over the landscape. I'm officially a nature person now.
- 4:00 PM: Downtown Great Barrington. Browse the shops, buy a cheesy souvenir. I'm a sucker for a good bookstore. Maybe a local ice cream.
- 6:30 PM: Dinner at Prairie Whale. Apparently the best restaurant. Fingers crossed. (They were right!). The ambiance was so much more relaxed than The Old Mill. The food? Delicious. I wanted to lick the plate. The company was okay too.
- 8:30 PM: Relax. Back to the hotel, a book, and just… be. Maybe try to look at the stars.
SUNDAY: Departure and the lingering question: Was it enough?
- 9:00 AM: Wake up, pack. Get lost in the same existential dread as Friday.
- 10:00 AM: Breakfast at the hotel. The usual suspects: rubbery eggs, questionable pastries. I load up on the coffee, though. Got to fuel the impending drive home.
- 11:00 AM: Check out of the Fairfield Inn. Look back at the hotel. Did this journey of mine change me, even a little?
- 1:00 PM: Drive home. I'm exhausted, but strangely energized. The memories of the weekend are still fresh. This wasn't some perfect, Pinterest-worthy trip. It was messy. It was imperfect. But it was mine. And maybe, just maybe, it was enough.
Final Thoughts:
Next time, I'm bringing earplugs. And maybe a therapist. And definitely fewer clothes. But even with the imperfections and the occasional moment of pure, unadulterated self-doubt, this trip… was worth it. And that, my friends, is the real victory. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need a nap. And maybe a long, hot shower to wash away the hiker-sweat. And, after that, maybe the start of a new adventure.
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Escape to the Berkshires: Fairfield Inn & Suites FAQs (Because Let's Be Honest, We All Have Questions!)
Okay, Real Talk: Is this Fairfield Inn actually *luxurious*? Because I've stayed in Fairfield Inns...
Alright, let's address the elephant in the room: "luxurious" and "Fairfield Inn" don't always go hand-in-hand, do they? My expectations were… cautious. I pictured lukewarm coffee, a slightly sticky desk, and maybe, just maybe, a tiny continental waffle maker. But honestly? This one in the Berkshires *was* a cut above. The lobby had this unexpected, slightly pretentious, fireplace (which, hey, I love a good fireplace!), and the rooms were… clean! Really clean. And the bed? Seriously, I wanted to *live* in that bed. It’s not Ritz-Carlton luxurious, mind you. But it *was* what I'd consider a solid, comfortable escape that you’d be happy to pay for (and one that my weary back appreciated after a day of antique hunting). More than that? The staff was genuinely friendly, not the forced-smile-till-you-drop kind. I actually *believed* they enjoyed their job. That alone adds points, right?
What about the Location? Seriously, how *far* is far in the Berkshires? And can I *walk* anywhere?
Okay, so location, location, location. This is crucial. Luckily, the Fairfield Inn is pretty well-situated. It's close enough to the major attractions that you're not spending your entire trip in the car, which, let's face it, is the opposite of relaxing. But (and this is a big but!), don't expect to walk to the Norman Rockwell Museum. You *can* probably walk to a few fast-food places (if you're into that sort of thing, no judgment!), but for anything truly interesting, you'll need a car. Trust me; I tried to be adventurous on foot, thinking I'd find some hidden gem. I ended up mostly walking alongside a very busy road, contemplating the meaning of life and the sheer volume of passing SUVs. The lesson? Berkshires = car. Embrace it. And bring your snacks.
Breakfast! Is the Continental Breakfast a Disaster or a Delight? Because I've seen some things...
Breakfast. The make-or-break moment of any hotel stay. And, yes, I am very opinionated about breakfast. I've experienced breakfast buffets that could rival a prison cafeteria (and not in a good way). This? Surprisingly decent. The usual suspects were present: the aforementioned lukewarm coffee (sigh), the slightly-less-than-perfect waffles, and the pre-packaged muffins. But! There was also fresh fruit (hallelujah!), decent scrambled eggs (miraculously!), and even, on one blessed day, *real* bacon. Bacon! And let me tell you, after a solid night's sleep on that divine bed, that bacon was a revelation. Am I being overly dramatic? Maybe. But breakfast is important. It sets the tone for the day. And this breakfast? It set a pretty darn good tone. Just…go early to avoid the waffle stampede. Trust me.
The Pool/Fitness Center: Are they *actually* usable, or just depressing afterthoughts?
Okay, the pool… Look, I'm not a pool person. I'm more of a "watch-people-swim-and-pretend-I'm-relaxing" type. So I didn't actually *go* in the pool. But! I did peek. And it looked…clean! (Repeating this word a lot, aren’t I?) And the pool area seemed spacious enough, not squished and claustrophobic. The fitness center, however… now *that* was a different story. I’m a sucker for a treadmill, because that's how I cope with the endless buffet around the corner. It was small, yes, but clean. There were treadmills, ellipticals... and the other kind of weights that I am not allowed near for my safety. So, if you’re a gym rat, you won’t be blown away. If you’re like me, and just want to walk on a treadmill while listening to a podcast and hoping the guilt of the bacon breakfast passes, it's perfectly acceptable. Honestly, the view wasn’t inspiring, but the air conditioning was working, and that's all that mattered for me.
Parking! Is it a nightmare? Because my car is kind of large...
Parking? Ah, the bane of every traveler's existence. Especially if, like me, you drive a vehicle that could double as a small apartment. Fortunately, the Fairfield Inn has plenty of parking. Plenty! I had no issues at all finding a space, even late at night. And believe me, I was looking for the spot with the most room, the one furthest from the dreaded door dings. So, parking? Easy peasy. One less thing to stress about. Which is precisely what you want on vacation. Unless you are *me*, who somehow manages to stress about literally everything... regardless of the car park.
Okay, spill the tea about the *room*. Was it clean? Comfy? Did it have enough outlets for my phone, my tablet, AND my reading lamp?
Oh, the room. The *room*. Let's dissect the room experience... Because, again, I'm a bit obsessed with the cleanliness. It looked freshly vacuumed. That’s always a good start. Clean. (I'm going to keep repeating that, just to hammer it home.) The bed - MY GOD, THE BED! Like, I said, I wanted to move in. Super plush, with perfect pillows. The bedding was ridiculously comfortable; I melted into it every night. But now for the (very) minor complaints. The bathroom was… fine. Functional. Nothing fancy. The lighting was a bit harsh - not exactly conducive to a spa-like experience. Outlets? Thankfully, yes! Plenty. So you can charge everything and not annoy yourself, which is critical. My phone, my tablet, my Kindle, my… look, I'm reliant on technology, okay? Don't judge. The TV worked well, though I spent most of my time looking out the window at the gorgeous Berkshires. The view wasn't spectacular, but it was pleasant. Overall? A very comfortable, functional room. And, did I mention, clean?
Would you actually go back? Or is this one of those "been there, done that, moving on" situations?
Honestly? Yes. Absolutely. I actually would. If I found myself drawn back to the Berkshires, I wouldn't hesitate to book another stay at the Fairfield Inn. Honestly, I'm not one for super fancy hotelsStay While You Wander
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