
Columbia's BEST Hotel Near Ft. Jackson? (Super 8 Review SHOCK!)
Super 8 Review SHOCK!: My Fort Jackson Hotel Odyssey (and Why I Still Haven't Slept Right)
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because you're about to get the unfiltered truth about the "BEST Hotel Near Ft. Jackson" (allegedly, according to some random website). We're talking about the Super 8 in Columbia, and let me tell you, it was an experience. A…memorable experience. Let's dive in, shall we? And brace yourselves, because I'm not holding back!
Accessibility: A Mixed Bag (Like My Breakfast Plate)
Okay, on paper, the Super 8 says it's accessible. And yeah, there was an elevator, which, thank god. Lugging suitcases up stairs after a grueling day is not my idea of a good time. But the hallways felt a little cramped for a wheelchair, if I'm being honest. But hey, at least they tried, right? (Pause for a sigh. This is gonna be a long one.)
On-site accessible restaurants / lounges: Hmm. Let me think. Nope. Zero. Nada. Zilch. The only "restaurant" was the sad little breakfast nook, and "lounge" implied a sophistication this place definitely lacked.
Wheelchair accessible: As mentioned, the elevator was a plus. But navigating the tight (and I mean tight) spaces made it a bit of a struggle.
Internet Access – The Battle of the Bandwidth
This one deserves its own chapter. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! HOORAY! Except… not really "hooray." Because that Wi-Fi? It was less "high-speed internet" and more "dial-up from the 90s, but with a slightly better ping." Trying to upload a photo took an eternity. Streaming a movie? Forget about it. I think I actually aged a year waiting for a simple email to load. The Internet [LAN] option? I didn't even see a LAN port. RIP, my dreams of actually working in my room. The Internet services were… well, they existed. Barely. Wi-Fi in public areas? Don't get me started. It was like they intentionally throttled the signal to thwart any kind of digital communication.
Things to Do… Besides Staring at the Ceiling?
This section is short. Because the answer is… nothing. Okay, maybe a half-hearted attempt at using the Fitness center. Which, by the way, resembled a slightly-used equipment graveyard. I think I saw a treadmill from the Clinton administration. Swimming pool [outdoor]? Yeah, but it was closed. So, yeah. You got that. Staying at the Super 8 is a study in enforced boredom.
Cleanliness and Safety – A Symphony of Sanitizer (Maybe?)
The Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, Rooms sanitized between stays…all sound promising, right? They say they’re doing everything right. I saw a sign saying they were spraying something. Did it really work? I can’t say for sure. I definitely saw housekeeping. Hand sanitizer stations were plentiful, which was a definite plus. But when I tripped and stubbed my toe (and nearly lost my balance), all I saw was my life flash before my eyes as I realized there are no safety rails anywhere. And that, my friends, is one part of the “experience” I’d rather skip.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: The Mystery Meat Revelation
Breakfast. Oh, breakfast. The Breakfast [buffet] was… an experience. Let's be polite and call it "eclectic." Buffet in restaurant: Yeah, but don’t expect anything gourmet folks. Asian breakfast… nope. Western breakfast… a vaguely processed hot…thing. The Coffee shop, which consisted of a Keurig machine in the lobby, may or may not have been brewing genuine coffee. I think it was mostly brown-colored water. Room service [24-hour]? Ha! Not a chance. You get what you get, and you don't throw a fit. The Snack bar, basically a vending machine. And the Bottle of water, like a beacon of salvation in a sea of processed carbs.
Services and Conveniences – Where the Charm Went Missing
Air conditioning in public area: Yes, thankfully. Daily housekeeping: She was lovely, bless her heart, and the room was always perfectly made up. Elevator: As mentioned, thank goodness. Food delivery: Nope. Ironing service: No. Laundry service: I didn’t see that. Luggage storage: Uhhh…. I don’t even think that was a thing. Smoking area: Exist, but I'm not sure where exactly. Car park [free of charge]: Yes, and it was a glorious thing to be free!
For the Kids (and the Kid in All of Us)
Babysitting? Nope. Kids’ facilities? Nope. Family friendly? Sure, but not in a particularly welcoming way. The whole place felt…lonely.
Available in All Rooms – The Bare Essentials (and a Few Regrets)
Air conditioning: Yes, thank heavens, the AC was working. Alarm clock: Yes. Refrigerator: Yes. Free bottled water: Yeah, the tiny little one they give you. Wi-Fi [free]: Yeah, the slow one. Window that opens: Oh, yes – that’s a window!
Now for the REALLY SHOCKING stuff:
Okay, here's where it gets weird. I requested Room sanitization opt-out available, just in case. I found none in the room or lobby. They Rooms sanitized between stays, okay yes. But the Staff trained in safety protocol? I'm not so sure.
The front desk was friendly, sure. But did I feel safe? No.
Getting Around – The Escape Plan
Car park [free of charge]: Yes, thank you!
Final Verdict: Super 8… Super Meh?
Look, the Super 8 near Ft. Jackson is… well, it's a Super 8. It's adequate. It's a place to lay your head. If you're expecting luxury, or even a decent internet connection, you'll be sorely disappointed. But if you just need a place to crash after a long day, and you can withstand the occasional existential dread, it might work. Just… lower your expectations. Way lower. And bring your own entertainment. And maybe a power bar. And some earplugs. And a bottle of something strong. You’ll need it.
Luxury Courtyard Escape: Little Rock West Little Rock (AR) Awaits!
Okay, here's a "real" diary-style itinerary for a stay at the Super 8 in Columbia, SC, all jazzed up with bad decisions, questionable emotions, and the general chaos of existing. Buckle up, buttercup, because this is going to be a ride.
Super 8 Odyssey (Columbia, SC - The Fort Jackson Edition): An Itinerary of Sorts (And a Mental Breakdown or Two)
Pre-Trip Freakout (aka The Booking Blunder)
- Tuesday, 5:00 PM (ish): Booked this whole shindig. Feeling optimistic! I'm going to be so productive at the Fort, do so much research. (Narrator: She did not.) Immediately started spiraling thinking about forgetting something, probably my passport? Wait, where is my passport? Found it in the freezer (don't ask). Panic attack averted. For now. Scrolled through photos of the hotel. It looks… adequate. That's the highest praise I can muster right now.
Day 1: Arrival and the Crushing Weight of Expectations
- Wednesday, 2:30 PM: Arrived. Columbia is… hot. Like, "sticking to your car seat" hot. The Super 8 exterior… well, it fits the aesthetic. Check-in was painless. The lady at the front desk, bless her heart, looked like she'd seen things. Probably things involving me, eventually.
- Wednesday, 3:00 PM: Room… OKAY. Smells vaguely of… cleaning product and the lingering ghosts of previous occupants. The AC is humming, which is a good sign. The TV? Ancient. It's like stepping back in time to the early 2000s. But it works. Priorities.
- Wednesday, 3:30 PM: Attempted to work. Failed. My brain is… mush. Decided the best course of action was to lie on the bed and stare at the popcorn ceiling. Found a weird stain shaped like a continent. Is that… South America? Deep thoughts.
- Wednesday, 4:00 PM: The vending machine beckoned. Victory! Snagged a bag of generic chips ("Taste the Thrill!" - really?). They taste like… sadness. And salt. But I'm eating them anyway because I am alone and pathetic.
- Wednesday, 6:00 PM: Went to find food but the restaurant was closed. The place seemed to be filled with families getting ready for the next morning's ceremony. The kids were very loud. I tried to focus on my work. The family were also very kind and suggested a restaurant close by. Decided to skip the restaurant because I didn't feel like going.
- Wednesday, 7:00 PM: Watched something on TV. Couldn’t tell you what. All the channels blended into one hazy beige experience of boredom. Got distracted by the humming of the AC.
- Wednesday, 9:00 PM: Officially declared the day a loss. Ate the chips. Watched another show I didn't understand. Brushed my teeth and went to bed. Honestly, getting a good night sleep is the goal right now.
Day 2: Fort Jackson, and the Slow Descent into Madness
- Thursday, 7:00 AM: Alarm. Groaned. Dragged myself out of bed, fueled by the sheer dread of the day. Breakfast: the "continental" kind - stale bagels, questionable coffee, and a single, lonely banana. Ate it anyway.
- Thursday, 8:30 AM: Headed to the Fort. (I'm not going into detail, mostly because I remember next to nothing)
- Thursday, 12:00 PM: Back at the Super 8. My brain officially melted. The only thing I feel right now is tired. And hungry. And slightly nauseous. Maybe all those emotions are just the chips.
- Thursday, 12:30 PM: Ate the rest of the chips.
- Thursday, 1:00 PM: Slept.
- Thursday, 3:00 PM: Woke up. What day is it? What is reality? Everything feels wrong.
- Thursday, 4:00 PM: Tried to work. Completely useless. Spiraled into comparing myself to other people in my field. Why am I even here?
- Thursday, 6:00 PM Finally, the only thing I needed. Fast food. My brain feels more alive now.
- Thursday, 7:00 PM: Back to binge watching something meaningless to shut my brain off
- Thursday, 10:00 PM: Slept.
Day 3: Departure (Please, God, Let Me Leave)
- Friday, 7:00 AM: Woke up. Actually, I feel… okay? Maybe the desperation is wearing off. Maybe.
- Friday, 7:30 AM: Ate more breakfast. Still questionable. Still ate it.
- Friday, 8:00 AM: Checked out. Said goodbye to the lady at the front desk. Her eyes seemed to say, "I understand". Left.
- Friday, 8:30 AM: Finally free!
Post-Trip Assessment:
- The Super 8: …Survived.
- Columbia, SC: …Hot.
- My Sanity: Questionable.
- Would I go back? Probably not. At least, not without a serious therapist on speed dial.
- Did I get anything done? Nope. At least it was an adventure.
- Did it make me laugh? Yes…at my own expense.
Final Thought: Never underestimate the healing power of generic chips and a really, really low bar for productivity.
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Listen, I just got orders to Fort Jackson. Where do I EVEN START looking for a hotel?!
Alright, but is there a "BEST" hotel? Like, THE ONE?
Okay, spill the tea. What about that "Super 8 Review SHOCK!"? My blood pressure is rising already..
So, should I avoid ANY hotel chains in Columbia?
What if I'm bringing my family? Does that change the hotel game?
Any hotels with good restaurants nearby? I'm starving!
Any specific advice for rookies at Fort Jackson?
Final Thought: Any general tips for choosing?


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