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The Grand "Whatever-It's-Called" Hotel: A Review in Fragments and Feelings (with a Side of SEO)
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because I've just staggered, sleep-deprived and slightly sunburnt, out of The Grand "Whatever-It's-Called" Hotel. (Seriously, they could work on the name. It's like the receptionist forgot the word “magnificent.”) And let me tell you, it's been… an experience. This isn't going to be your polished, corporate-approved review. This is going to be real, raw, and riddled with probably too many parentheses.
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Accessibility (Let's Start with the Important Stuff):
Okay, major props to The Grand "Whatever-It's-Called" Hotel. Seriously, they actually seem to care about making this place accessible. Wheelchair accessible throughout? You betcha. Ramps everywhere, elevators that actually work. Didn't get the feeling of being shoved in a forgotten corner, which, sadly, is a HUGE win in itself. Facilities for disabled guests were clearly thought of. Makes you feel like they actually want you to enjoy your stay, not just tolerate your presence.
- Rating: 4.5 stars – deducting a half-star because… well, nobody's perfect, right? And I’m pretty sure I saw a rogue step somewhere. (Just kidding… mostly).
On-Site Accessible Restaurants/Lounges:
Didn't try them all (because, carbs), but the ones visited were easily accessible. Tables spaced well, everything easy to navigate. This is vital, people!
Internet Access: The Modern Traveler's Cross to Bear:
Ah, the internet. The lifeline of the modern world (and my crippling phone addiction). Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Hallelujah! Actually, wait…it worked. And it was even fast. Internet [LAN]? Don't know, don't care. Internet access in the rooms: check. Wi-Fi in public areas: also check. Honestly, after other places, I was prepared for a digital apocalypse, which thankfully did not happen!
- Rating: 5 stars – they got the Wi-Fi right. That’s huge.
Things To Do & Ways to Relax: Where the "Grand" Starts to Creak a Little…
Alright, here's where things get… interesting. This is what a "luxury" hotel is supposed to be all about, right?
Spa: The spa/sauna situation was… underwhelming. Okay, the body scrub was nice. Really nice. Like, I was a new person afterward (until I spilled coffee down my shirt). But the sauna felt a bit… clinical. Not the relaxing, eucalyptus-scented haven I'd envisioned. And the steamroom? Well, let's just say "the steam wasn't steamy enough" and just left me feeling…bored.
Fitness Center/Gym: The fitness center was decent. Standard stuff. I did my time on the treadmill, glared at the sweaty gym bros, the usual. Pool with view: The view? Spectacular. The pool? Perfectly fine. But the whole experience felt… sterile. No personality. Just a rectangle of water and a vaguely panoramic backdrop. Not exactly heart-soaring.
Swimming pool [outdoor], The pool was a decent size, but again, nothing mind-blowing. The coffee shop nearby was an added bonus.
Rating: 3.5 stars – spa needs some serious mood lighting and maybe a hint of aromatherapy. The gym saved them somewhat.
Cleanliness and Safety: The Post-COVID Reality Check
Look, let's be real. We're all a little paranoid, right? Thanks, COVID. So, kudos to the hotel for actually appearing to take things seriously. Anti-viral cleaning products were probably used. Daily disinfection in common areas. Rooms sanitized between stays. They even had sanitized kitchen and tableware items. The staff trained in safety protocol seemed knowledgeable. Plenty of hand sanitizer everywhere (thank goodness!). Room sanitization opt-out available – nice touch. They go for Professional-grade sanitizing services with the Hygiene certification.
- Rating: 5 stars – peace of mind is priceless these days.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Fueling the Journey (and My Existential Crisis):
Okay, food. The most important part of any vacation, obviously.
Restaurants: Several options. Restaurants for days! Asian cuisine in restaurant was a solid 8/10. The Western cuisine in restaurant was a solid… 6/10. (Blame the chef, not me). I also saw Vegetarian restaurant. Buffet in restaurant: Fine. Adequate. Filled the stomach.
Bars: The poolside bar was a winner. Strong cocktails, decent atmosphere. Happy hour was, well, happy!
Other Stuff: Room service [24-hour] was a lifesaver at 3 AM when I decided I needed that slice of cake. Breakfast [buffet] was standard hotel fare and did, at least, provide the essential coffee/tea in restaurant. Bottle of water provided – always a plus. Snack bar was good for late-night munchies. Alternative meal arrangement available. A la carte in restaurant available.
Rating: 4 stars – food was okay, but the bar saved the day. (And the 3 AM cake, obviously).
Services and Conveniences: The Bits and Bobs That Make Life Easier (Or Annoying)
Now, we’re into the little things. The things that either make your stay or mildly irritate you.
The Good: Concierge was helpful. Daily housekeeping was efficient. Laundry service was fast. Air conditioning in public area made the stay bearable. The elevator wasn't faulty and luggage storage worked perfectly.
The Meh: Cash withdrawal available, but the fees were outrageous. Dry cleaning and ironing service are always a plus. However, the convenience store was a rip-off.
The Annoying: The endless emails. The constant upsell attempts. Too many options.
Rating: 3.5 stars – service was good, but those hidden fees… grumble, grumble.
Available in all rooms:
- Air conditioning, Alarm clock, Bathrobes, Bathroom phone, Bathtub, Blackout curtains, Carpeting, Closet, Coffee/tea maker, Complimentary tea, Daily housekeeping, Desk, Extra long bed, Free bottled water, Hair dryer, High floor, In-room safe box, Interconnecting room(s) available, Internet access – LAN, Internet access – wireless, Ironing facilities, Laptop workspace, Linens, Mini bar, Mirror, Non-smoking, On-demand movies, Private bathroom, Reading light, Refrigerator, Safety/security feature, Satellite/cable channels, Scale, Seating area, Separate shower/bathtub, Shower, Slippers, Smoke detector, Socket near the bed, Sofa, Soundproofing, Telephone, Toiletries, Towels, Umbrella, Visual alarm, Wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free], Window that opens.
Everything in the rooms were perfect. From Bathtub to Wi-Fi [free]!
For the Kids: (Because Someone Has to Think About Them):
I don't have kids, but I saw some of the little terrors running around the hotel. Seems family-friendly. Family/child friendly is in the description. I saw a Babysitting service.
- Rating: 4 stars – looks like they cater well for families.
Getting Around (Because Eventually You Have to Leave – Sob!)
Airport transfer was smooth. Car park [free of charge] – score! Taxi service available.
Rating: 5 stars – easy peasy lemon squeezy.
Overall Impression:
The Grand "Whatever-It's-Called" Hotel? It's not perfect. Far from it. But it's… okay. For the price? Probably. The pros outweigh the cons. It offers a good base that keeps some promises.
Final Score: 3.9 Stars.
Would I Go Back? Maybe. If they
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Alright, buckle up, buttercups! Because this ain't your grandma's itinerary, and it's definitely not going to be perfect. We're talking, raw, unfiltered, Marriott St. Louis West, MO adventures, with all the bumps, bruises, and existential dread that come with it. Let's go!
The "Maybe I Should Have Stayed Home" St. Louis Itinerary (But I Didn't!)
Day 1: Arrival and the Existential Dread of the Hotel Room
- Afternoon (2:00 PM): Touchdown in St. Louis! Airport pickup? Please. I used Uber. Sleek, efficient… and made me question my life choices for the entire 40-minute ride. I was staring at the sky, a big, blue, nothing, and all I could think was, "Is this all there is?" (Don't judge; I'm dramatic). Checked into the glorious, eh, slightly beige, Marriott St. Louis West. The lobby is pretty standard Marriott-y, a little too much beige and a slightly aggressive floral arrangement. My room… Well, it's a room. A king-sized bed that looks lonely, two lamps that are equally lonely, and a view overlooking… a parking lot. The first thing I always do is immediately check for bed bugs, gotta do what ya gotta do.
- Afternoon (3:00 PM): Unpack, which basically means flinging clothes into the closet and hoping for the best. Found a tiny, overpriced bag of M&Ms in the minibar. This is a crucial item because, let's face it, hotel rooms need a snack to keep them feeling like real places. Now, I'm staring at the TV. Is there anything good on? Nope. Time to channel my inner lazy potato and find a channel that will keep me from thinking.
- Evening (6:00 PM): Okay, time to face the outside world. Dinner at… ugh, the hotel restaurant? I'm a sucker for convenience, so I ate the only thing I could handle on the menu: the grilled chicken salad. It was… fine. Honestly, I've made better salads at home, but the waiter was nice, so points for customer service.
- Evening (7:30 PM): Back in the beige fortress of my room. Started feeling restless. This is the part of the trip where I get the urge to text everyone I know. So, I scroll through my phone and text literally everyone about my existential crisis and how the view from the hotel window is depressing.
- Evening (9:00 PM): Attempted to watch a movie, failed. Started scrolling through social media, which only perpetuated my feelings of inadequacy. Why does everyone else seem to be having a better life? Eventually, I gave up, got into bed, and tried to sleep. The pillows are okay.
Day 2: The Arch and the Glorious, Messy Reality of the City
- Morning (8:00 AM): Breakfast buffet! Okay, okay, the Marriott breakfast buffet wasn't horrible. The scrambled eggs were suspiciously yellow, but I had a waffle, and that made everything better. Coffee was decent, which is a crucial component of a functioning human being.
- Morning (9:30 AM): Destination: The Gateway Arch! Took a taxi, because, let’s be honest, I'm too directionally challenged to navigate public transport in a new city. The Arch itself? Impressive, undeniably. The view from the top? Spectacular. Briefly forgot about all my problems and for a moment it felt like I'm floating in the sky. The elevator ride? Claustrophobic, but worth it.
- Late Morning (11:30 AM): Wandered around the park surrounding the Arch. Attempted to take artsy photos. Failed miserably. There were a bunch of pigeons too, and they are the real menace of the city. I just don't get why they want to eat everything all the time.
- Lunch (1:00 PM): Tried a famous St. Louis pizza at a local place. It was as thin and crispy as promised. I'm not sure if I liked it, really, it was a new type of pizza for me, but hey, I tried something new.
- Afternoon (3:00 PM): The City Museum! Okay, this place is a revelation. It's a giant, chaotic playground built into a historic shoe factory. The place is full of repurposed junk turned into art. It's an absolute sensory overload, but in the BEST way possible. I actually got a bit lost in the tunnels and slides and started to freak out. But then, you know, you just laugh. It's impossible not to. I stayed here for what felt like forever, and my inner child rejoiced.
- Evening (6:00 PM): Back at the hotel. Exhausted but invigorated. I wanted to sleep, but I also wanted to feel the joy I felt earlier. So, I ordered room service - a burger and fries – and watched some trashy TV. I didn't care. Pure, unadulterated bliss! My emotional rollercoaster peaks with this.
- Evening (8:00 PM): Journaling! Reflecting on my day, the city, the people I saw. Realizing this whole solo trip isn't as scary as I thought it would be. The world has beauty to it!
Day 3: The End is Nigh (and the Shopping Starts)
- Morning (9:00 AM): Sleep in! The best part of vacation. Had some of the snacks that I bought yesterday and tried to get myself ready for the day.
- Morning (10 AM): Last-minute souvenir shopping. Found a St. Louis Blues hockey jersey for my brother (even though he's a Red Wings fan – sibling rivalry at its finest!). Bought a keychain for my mom.
- Lunch (12:00 PM): Last meal in St. Louis. Had a quick, unremarkable sandwich at a local deli. All meals are unremarkable so far, but I still have a whole life to live.
- Afternoon (1:00 PM): Time to pack. Hate packing. Always pack more than I need. Always end up wearing the same things. Started to feel all the emotions coming to the surface, like a volcano.
- Afternoon (2:00 PM): One last look at the parking lot view from my hotel window. Sad. But at the same time, relieved to be going home? Hard to say.
- Afternoon (3:00 PM): Uber back to the airport. The conversation with the driver was… underwhelming.
- Evening (5:00 PM): Goodbye, St. Louis. I don't know if it was the best trip, but it was a trip, that's for sure. The hotel? Meh. Life is good, after all.
Important Notes:
- Pacing: This itinerary is merely a suggestion! Feel free to deviate wildly, get lost, and embrace the unexpected.
- Embrace the Chaos: St. Louis, and life in general, is messy, and I love it.
- Be Honest: This is how I experienced it. Your experience will be different. And that's the point.
- Pro Tip: Pack snacks. Always pack snacks.
There you have it. My slightly neurotic, often hilarious, and totally unpolished St. Louis adventure. Now get out there and make some memories! And maybe, just maybe, try the pizza. You might surprise yourself.
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So, what *is* this whole thing about? Like, what is it *supposed* to be?
Ugh, good question. And honestly? I’m not entirely sure *I* know. It's like… trying to describe your favorite color. You COULD say "blue" but does that capture the vastness of the ocean, the melancholy of a rainy day, the pure joy of a blueberry? Nah. This… is like that. It’s about… well, it’s about a bunch of stuff. Let’s start with questions and the honest and messy answers to them.
Okay, fine. But *why*? Why are you doing this? Does anyone make you? Or are you just bored?
Bored? Oh, you have NO idea. My attention span is currently held together by duct tape and sheer willpower. No one *makes* me, thank goodness. I mean, unless you count the insidious voice in my head that whispers, "Do something! Anything!". So I guess, in a way, it’s out of pure, unadulterated, "I’m going stir-crazy" boredom. Also, there’s a little bit of a “maybe someone else will feel less alone, too” thing going on, but mostly it’s boredom. And maybe a tiny, tiny sliver of hope that someone, *somewhere*, will find this remotely entertaining. Or at least, not completely cringe-worthy. Fingers crossed!
But what about the good parts? what do you REALLY enjoy?
Oh, the good parts! Okay, Okay. When it actually works! When a jumble of words, and thoughts kinda click together into something… coherent! A moment of clarity, or even humour - I LOVE that. I also love the feeling of it, putting something out there, that's... well, *mine*. Even if it's a mess, it's *my* mess. And the best part of all is when someone gets it. When a comment, a shared laugh, or even just a "me too!" makes you realise you're not the only weirdo in the world who thinks in these rambling, semi-coherent ways. Validation is a powerful drug, people. It's like a warm hug from the internet.
And what about the bad parts? What makes you wanna throw your computer against the wall?
Oh, the bad parts? Where do I even begin? The self-doubt. The crushing weight of "Is anyone even reading this?". The fear of sounding like an idiot. The *constant* feeling of being inadequate and comparing myself to people who seem to have their whole lives perfectly put together. And then there’s the endless procrastination, the staring at a blank screen for hours, the deleting and re-writing and deleting again… Yeah. That. And the worst? Knowing that *others* feel the same way!
So, it sounds hard! Why don't you just, I don't know, *stop*?
That's a good question. Honestly, sometimes I *do* consider just throwing in the towel. The self-inflicted torture, the hours spent staring at a glowing screen, the sheer vulnerability of it... It's tempting. But then, like a stubborn weed, I keep coming back. Maybe because… well, maybe because I secretly enjoy it, even when I hate it. Or maybe it's because I'm too stubborn to quit. Or maybe, just maybe, there's a tiny flicker of hope that something good might come out of this mess. Or maybe its the *boredom*. You know, it could be anything.
You're saying it's stressful.. so, why should *I* care? What's in it for me?
Okay, valid point! Listen, I'm not here to force-feed anyone anything. But if you’re the type of person who enjoys a little bit of chaos, a touch of imperfection, and a whole lot of… well, *me*, then maybe, just maybe, you'll find something to enjoy. Maybe you'll laugh, maybe you’ll commiserate, maybe you'll realize you're not alone in your own brand of crazy. Maybe you'll just shake your head and think, "What a nut!". And honestly? All of those are okay! Because it's about the human experience. You know? The whole bloody, wonderful, messy, utterly relatable thing. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need a cup of tea and a long, hard stare at the ceiling.
What is the most frustrating thing about this?
Oh, wow, where to start? The sheer *pressure* of putting something out there. Like, the words are just swirling in my head, and I'm like, "Okay, I gotta make this make sense, gotta be interesting, gotta..." And then it stalls. It just completely stalls. Like a car with a dead battery on a freezing cold morning. And then I'm left staring at the screen, feeling stupid, and then the self-doubt creeps in. You know, the usual suspects. But you know what is truly aggravating? The moment when I feel like I'm finally on a roll, the words are flowing, and... *BAM*! My toddler starts screaming because his goldfish cracker has crumbled *exactly* the wrong way. Or the dog needs to go out. Or the neighbor decides to start mowing his lawn. And boom, the moment is lost, the flow is gone, and I'm left picking up the pieces of my shattered concentration. *That* is truly frustrating. No, that's not the word. It's like... being slowly boiled in pure, distilled anxiety. Yes, that's it.
Tell me about a time when things went REALLY wrong. Really, *really* wrong.
Okay, buckle up, because this one’s a doozy. Once, I was *convinced* I had something brilliant. Like, world-changing brilliant. Days and nights went into it, fueled by way too much coffee and the delusional belief that I was about to become the next Shakespeare (or whatever the modern equivalent is). I was so proud! I shared it with a friend, who is usually a very kind and supportive individual. This time, however... crickets. Then a hesitant, "Uh, that's...interesting." Then a long, awkward silence. The next day, I mustered my courage to ask what went wrong. And the answer? It was... a rambling, incoherent mess. Full of grammatical errors, plot holes, and ideas that, in retrospect, made absolutely no sense. I wanted to crawl under a rock and die. I deleted the entire thing and pretended it never existedDelightful Hotels
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