Baton Rouge's BEST Courtyard Hotel Near LSU! (Acadian Centre)
The Hotel Review From Hell (And Maybe Heaven, Too) - Let's Dive In!
Alright folks, buckle up. Because I'm about to unleash the unfiltered truth about this… well, let's call it a "hotel." I've just clawed my way out of there, and honestly? My sanity might be a little… off. So, expect a review that's less "polished travel blog" and more "therapy session with a touch of caffeine withdrawal." Let's go!
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The Arrival: Accessibility, Internet, and a Dash of Panic
First impressions? Well, it's a mixed bag, like a buffet where you know you're going to regret what you eat. Accessibility? They say wheelchair accessible, and on paper, it looks good. Elevators exist, blessedly. But the actual execution felt… fiddly. Tight corners, one of the ramp entrances was practically hidden. It’s like they ticked the box, but didn’t really think about the experience.
Then there’s Internet. Oh, the internet. The lifeblood of the modern traveler. They boast Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! and Internet [LAN]. Great! Except… getting connected felt like a quest worthy of Indiana Jones. The LAN? Never worked. Wi-Fi? Sporadic, moody, and prone to dropping out at the most crucial moments. I had to hot spot my phone for a zoom call, ugh. I wanted to scream. Then, I sort of did.
My room: nice view though! That's a plus. Air conditioning worked – thankfully! Black out curtains too. Blessings!
Accessibility (Part 2 – because it deserves it):
They claim Facilities for disabled guests, but it's a bit like saying you have a "slightly used" car: the devil's in the details. The room felt accessible, but the bathroom… let’s just say maneuvering around the toilet with a walker might be an Olympic sport. And forget about reaching the top shelf for those extra fluffy towels. My bad back hates me.
The Good Stuff: Pampering & Relaxation – Or At Least, An Attempt
Okay, let’s talk about the supposed good stuff. Ah, the Spa! This is where I was really hoping to unwind. They’ve got the works: Sauna, Steamroom, Massage, Body scrub, the whole shebang. And you know what? Parts of it were genuinely lovely. The Pool with a view was stunning, especially at sunset. Seriously, gorgeous. I spent a good hour there, letting the stress melt away to the infinity pool.
The Fitness center was there, but I’m no gym rat. I took a peek in and ran away. I needed to relax!
The massage? Chef's Kiss. Absolute bliss. But then that annoying little voice whispers… "remember what you paid for this?!"
Safety Protocol: A Sigh of Relief, Followed by a Raised Eyebrow
Okay, I'm a big fan of feeling safe, especially right now. The hotel definitely took COVID seriously, and that was a major plus. Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, Hand sanitizer everywhere… it was reassuring to see. Rooms sanitized between stays. Excellent! Staff trained in safety protocol. More excellent!
However… the Physical distancing of at least 1 meter? Could use a bit of enforcement, especially during breakfast. More on that later. And even though they claimed Room sanitization opt-out available, it was a bit vague on how to actually do that. Minor nitpicks, I guess.
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Food Glorious (And Sometimes Questionable) Food
Ah, the food. This where it all went… well, let's just say it's a rollercoaster.
Breakfast [buffet]. They had a Breakfast [buffet] which, initially looked really appealing but was a real zoo. The food was plentiful: Asian breakfast, Western breakfast, coffee, pastries, fruit… the works.
Breakfast takeaway service option was present… but I kind of wanted to actually enjoy the breakfast in peace. The Buffet in restaurant was hit-or-miss. The Asian options got a solid B+, their Western options? More like a C-.
They had several Restaurants with both Asian cuisine in restaurant and Western cuisine in restaurant.
The Coffee shop was my saving grace, to be honest. Got a good coffee to keep me sane.
Dining, Drink, and Snacking Anecdotes:
There was a Poolside bar but it was… well, it was there. I ordered a cocktail and the barman actually looked bored. I mean, come on! It’s a hotel bar, not a mausoleum.
The Happy hour… was advertised, but felt like a secret society. Finding it was harder than getting good Wi-Fi. When i did find it, drinks were nice enough.
Room service… again! Available! And the Room service [24-hour] itself was fairly reliable. And the Bottle of water in the room —thank goodness.
Vegetarian restaurant, I am the vegetarian. I’m not gonna lie, I was a tad underwhelmed. They had some veggie options, but the kitchen seemed to be trying desperately hard. Everything felt a bit bland.
The "Everything Else" Section… Because There's Always an "Everything Else"
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This section is a mishmash, a bit like my brain right now.
Services and Conveniences: They offer a Concierge, and the guy was actually lovely. Super helpful, he got me a taxi, and seemed genuinely interested in helping me. He deserves a raise. Currency exchange? Present. Cash withdrawal? Yep. Dry cleaning? You betcha. They have Gift/souvenir shop. The Food delivery service was useful sometimes.
For the Kids: I didn't have kids, so I can’t say much. But they seemed to have Babysitting service and Kids facilities, which is good if you’re traveling with little ones.
Getting Around: They have Car park [free of charge] which is nice, and a Taxi service.
The Room Itself: Home Sweet (Almost) Home
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Let's be real: the room is where you live. I had one of the Non-smoking rooms. Air conditioning was a lifesaver, honestly. Free Wi-Fi, again, a bit patchy. Free bottled water was a nice touch, thank you.
- The Bed: Comfy, I slept well.
- The Bathroom: Okay, the shower pressure was great. But the toiletries? Cheap and forgettable. Towels were fluffy and clean.
- The View: Spectacular.
- The Details: My room had the Additional toilet.
Final Verdict: You’ve Been Warned
So, would I recommend this hotel? Ugh, it's complicated. There were moments of genuine luxury, interspersed with periods of… well, frustration. The Spa was wonderful, the staff were mostly great, and the COVID precautions were reassuring. But the accessibility felt wonky, the internet was unreliable, and the food could be hit or miss.
Honestly? If you're looking for a perfectly seamless experience, maybe look elsewhere. But if you're a gambler willing to risk a little chaos for a chance at some relaxation… you might be okay. Just pack a book, a sense of humor, and maybe your own portable Wi-Fi hotspot. I give it a solid 3.5 out of 5 stars, despite myself.
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we’re about to dive headfirst into the chaotic, beautiful, and slightly-too-much-coffee-fueled world of my Baton Rouge adventure, specifically centered around the Courtyard by Marriott Acadian Centre/LSU Area. Prepare thyself for… uh… my travel itinerary. And it's gonna be a wild ride. (I already feel the need for a nap after writing that intro.)
Day 1: Arrival, Alligator Dreams, and a Really Mediocre Salad
1:00 PM: Touchdown in Baton Rouge! Okay, I’m finally here. After the usual airport shuffle (seriously, why do all the moving walkways go precisely at the slowest speed possible?), I snagged my rental car. It's a generic SUV, and I'm already plotting how I'm going to get it back to the rental place without any fender benders. Wish me luck, 'cause this Louisiana heat is already making my brain feel like melted butter.
2:00 PM: Check-in at the Courtyard: First impressions: clean, functional, and smelling vaguely of cleaning products and hope. The lobby is… fine. Not Instagram-worthy, but hey, at least the air con is blasting, and that's a win in this humidity. The staff is friendly enough, doing that polite hotel desk thing, but I'm sensing a longing for something… more. A better life! A raise! Maybe a nap. (I sympathize.)
2:30 PM - 4:00 PM: Settling In and Gator Watching (Attempted): Unpack, assess the bathroom (essential), and mentally prepare for the swamp. I'd read about some gator sightings in the bayou. So, I threw on my adventurous shoes, grabbed my phone, and decided to find a local trail nearby. That's when I found out trails in the blistering heat are just a bad idea. I felt myself melting, and decided to seek some shelter and air conditioning instead!
5:00 PM: Dinner Disaster (and Delight?): Okay, so I went to a "local" restaurant, and I ordered something that sounded healthy – a salad! I was craving vegetables. It arrived, and it was… mostly iceberg lettuce and a sad, lonely tomato. The ranch dressing was doing everything to try and make it better. I swear it tasted of regret. BUT! The server was super sweet, and the iced tea was amazing. So, a mixed bag. A salad of the sort that could have gotten the worst reviews, but then the tea… *sips of tea * I think I might need a nap.
7:00 PM: Evening Walk (Attempted Encore Performance): It was still hot as hell, but I had to give it another try! This time I found a very nice shady patio with a bartender. The bartender was doing a GREAT job, and I am now very relaxed. No gators. No regrets.
9:00 PM: Crash and Burn (Sleep): After a full day of heat and chaos, sleep is the only answer.
Day 2: LSU Shenanigans, Crawfish Crises, and Embracing the Chaos
8:00 AM: Breakfast at the Hotel (Not Terrible): The hotel breakfast buffet. Free. Enough said. I loaded up on the usual suspects (eggs, bacon, slightly-stale-but-still-decent pastries), and chased it all down with the hotel coffee, which, let’s be honest, is the fuel of the gods, especially when traveling.
9:00 AM - 12:00 PM: LSU Exploration (Go Tigers!): Okay, so LSU. BIG. Beautiful campus. I wandered around, pretending to know what I was doing while gawking at the architecture. I tried to find the Mike the Tiger habitat. I got lost… twice. (My sense of direction is… unreliable.) I might have taken some pictures for Instagram – mostly to prove I was actually doing something. Feeling vaguely collegiate, even though those days are LONG gone. I had a moment of “if only I could go back and do it all again.”
1:00 PM: Crawfish Chaos! (My Deep Dive): Okay, this is what it's all about. I had to eat crawfish. I found a place that looked… suitably divey. I was prepared to sweat. I was prepared to get messy. I was not prepared for the sheer volume of that tiny, spiky crustaceans. The smell of Old Bay was intoxicating! I started, I'm not gonna lie, with the grace and coordination of a newborn giraffe. Crawfish shells were flying. Juice was everywhere. I may have even gotten a little on my shirt. But then I got into a rhythm. The heat, the spice, the sheer deliciousness. I devoured crawfish by the pound. It was heaven. It was hell. It was the most wonderfully messy, chaotic, and gloriously Louisiana experience. I'll need a few days just to recover from the spicy food.
4:00 PM: Nap Time. Crawfish coma. Need I say more?
6:00 PM: Evening Drinks (More Patio Time) and Local Music (Maybe): Back to the patio! I feel like I could spend an entire life on patios. I'm looking for a place with some live music. Something bluesy, something soulful. I'll share if I find something worthy. You know, if I can even resist drinking all night long.
8:00 PM: Trying to be Cultured: I could look up some historical stuff, maybe!
10:00 PM: Sleep: More sleep is needed.
Day 3: Departure and… well, who knows?
9:00 AM: Breakfast (Repeat): Breakfast buffet, AGAIN! Hey, when you're traveling, consistency is key. Especially in the fuel department.
10:00 AM: Last-Minute Shopping and/or Souvenir Scramble: I still need to find something to bring back home. Maybe a magnet? A tacky t-shirt? The choices are endless, potentially frightening.
11:00 AM: Check-Out and Farewell to Baton Rouge: Time to go! I'm feeling… a little exhausted, a little sunburnt, and completely satisfied. I came, I saw, I ate a ridiculous amount of crawfish. Baton Rouge, you weird, wonderful, and humid place. I'll be back. Eventually. After a very long nap.
12:00 PM: Airport Shuffle Version 2: Wish me luck!
This is me, in all my messy glory. This isn't some perfectly polished travel blog. It's the truth. The good, the bad, the slightly-embarrassing. I survived. And I'm already planning my next adventure. Maybe with less iceberg lettuce.
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So, what *is* this whole thing anyway? Like, what are we *doing* here?
Ugh, good question. I've spent hours staring at a blank screen, and I'm still not entirely sure. Officially? Well, this is supposed to be an FAQ about... well, *stuff*. Things I know, things I've experienced, things I've *screamed* about. Basically, it's a collection of questions, and me trying (and *failing*, probably) to answer them. But really? It's a desperate attempt to find *some* sort of order in this chaos we call life. And maybe, just maybe, make someone else feel less alone in the process. I suppose, if you *really* need a label, think of it as my unfiltered brain-dump, FAQ edition.
Okay, fine. But... what do *you* know about? Like, give me a hint, pal.
Oh boy. Hold onto your hats. Let's see... I've got a PhD in overthinking, a minor in awkward silences, and a certificate in "Making Stuff Up on the Spot" (which I *clearly* use daily). Okay, enough with the jokes. My expertise, if you can call it that, spans a multitude of things. Relationships – good, bad, and the ones that make you want to run screaming into the ocean. Work – the soul-crushing kind, and the kind that reminds you why you got up in the morning. Life in general – the messy, beautiful, heartbreaking, hilarious rollercoaster. And, of course, there's the occasional rant about the price of avocados. (Seriously, what is *that* about?!)
What are your qualifications? Can I trust you? Seriously.
Qualifications? Ha! I got my degree in 'winging it'. Trust me? That depends. Do you trust someone who’s tripped over their own feet in public more times than they can count? Someone who cries during commercials (the dog food ones get me every time)? Someone who once accidentally wore mismatched shoes to a wedding? If so, then, yeah, maybe you can trust me. I'm no expert, just another person stumbling through life. I *will* be honest, though. Mostly. Okay, some of the time. Alright, I'll try.
Let's get into the deep stuff. Relationship advice - Give it to me, straight.
Relationships...Ah, the minefield of human connection. I can't offer a blueprint, but I can share my war stories. Like that time I dated a dude who claimed to be a "free spirit" but actually just flaked on everything. Or the time I was convinced I found "the one" only to have it blow up spectacularly. My advice? (You can never rely on my advice, but here it goes anyway!) Communicate. Seriously, *communicate*. Even when you'd rather swallow a cactus. And when things go sideways, and they *will*, remember that you're allowed to feel every single emotion imaginable. Don't let anyone tell you to 'get over it' before you're ready. And most importantly? Choose someone who makes you laugh. That alone can get you through *anything*. Speaking of which, communication ... Ugh. The times I screwed that up....
What's your favorite thing to do when you're feeling down?
This might seem basic, but honestly? It's a trifecta of comfort. First, a good book. Something I can completely disappear into, like a fantasy novel or a gripping thriller. Second, a hot bath, with ALL the bubbles and Epsom salts. Preferably with a scented candle. Third, and this is crucial, a ridiculously large bowl of ice cream. Chocolate, obviously. And maybe a movie that I've seen a hundred times but still know every line to. It’s like a warm hug for my soul. Don't judge. We all have our weird coping mechanisms.
Work-life balance... How do you do it? (Or do you even *do* it?)
"Balance"? Oh, that mythical creature. Look, the truth? I'm a *fucking* mess. Some days I'm a productivity queen, crushing goals and feeling all sorts of empowered. Other days? I'm still in my pajamas at 3 pm, staring at a screen, and eating cold pizza. I *try* to set boundaries. I *try* to turn off work emails after hours. I *try* to take lunch breaks outside. But it’s a constant battle. I think the key is to be kind to yourself. When you fall off the wagon (and you *will*), dust yourself off and try again tomorrow. And remember, the world won't end if you say no to something. Although, I haven't mastered that yet - still working on it every day...
How do you handle disappointment? Ugh.
Ah, disappointment. My old friend. I've been best friends with him for a good portion of my life. The key is to *feel* it, fully and completely. Don't bottle it up. Let yourself be sad, or angry, or whatever emotion comes. Then, after you've wallowed a bit (and maybe eaten a whole container of cookie dough), try to learn from it. What went wrong? What can you do differently next time? And remember: it's okay if things don't go as planned. Life is a series of curveballs. The more you deal with them, the more you build up resiliency. Easier said than done, I *know*.
What's the *weirdest* thing that's ever happened to you? Spill the tea!
Okay, you asked for it. Strap in. Once, I was hiking – a solo hike, big mistake! – in the middle of nowhere. I was happily, blissfully alone, enjoying the scenery when suddenly I heard this *rustling* in the bushes... and then... a *squirrel* popped out, stared directly at me, and just... started doing push-ups. I swear to you, push-ups. For like, a solid five minutes! I was completely dumbfounded. I still have no idea what it meant. Was it trying to intimidate me? Was it just... really into fitness? Was this some kind of hidden signal? I have no answers. I just stood there, frozen, watching a squirrel do push-ups. To this day, every time I see a squirrel, I get a chill down my spine. Talk about a messed up and memorable experience.
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