Seattle's BEST Downtown Bellevue Hotel? Extended Stay America Premier Suites Review!
Seattle's BEST? Extended Stay America Premier Suites – Bellevue: A Confession, a Review, and a Rollercoaster of Expectations
Okay, let's be real. I'm pretty sure my expectations for the "BEST" anything in Seattle, let alone Bellevue, are sky-high. Living in the Pacific Northwest practically requires a certain level of… discerningness? Whatever. I booked the Extended Stay America Premier Suites in Bellevue expecting, well, something. And lemme tell you, it delivered… in ways I never anticipated. This isn't a sterile, perfectly polished review. This is me, freshly showered after a long day, spilling the tea (or, you know, lukewarm coffee, since that's what I had in the room) on my experience. Prepare yourselves; it's gonna be a ride.
First Impressions & the Search for the Holy Grail of Accessibility
Finding this place was, frankly, a bit of a comedy of navigational errors. Google Maps, bless its algorithmic heart, sent me on a detour worthy of a Tolkien novel. Finally, though, I arrived. The exterior? Functional, yes. Memorable? Debatable. (Honestly, most hotels look the same these days unless they’re draped in a giant, neon octopus. And that’s a different review.)
Accessibility: Crucial for me. I'm thrilled to start here. The website said accessible. In reality, it was… mostly accessible. Elevators? Check. Wide doorways? Check (mostly). But the devil's in the details. One of the automatic door buttons seemed to be possessed by a poltergeist, sometimes working, sometimes not. That minor hiccup was enough to give me a taste of the frustration that goes with dealing with such issues. It was good they had them, but, it goes to show, it's never quite perfect, and that's just life.
- Wheelchair Accessible: Yes, mostly, but proceed with a tiny bit of caution. Small tweaks? Yes. Full on "this is the best accessibility hotel ever" no.
Services & Conveniences: Ah, the bread and butter! There's a lot to cover here.
- Concierge: Non-existent. Not a huge deal, but don’t expect anyone to flag down a cab for you. It is an Extended Stay, so I wasn't really expecting it. It's the nature of the beast.
- Daily Housekeeping: Absolutely standard. But honestly, the level of comfort here feels more like being at your own house than being at a hotel. It was a good thing and a bad thing.
- Laundry Service: Nah, but there are laundry facilities. Gotta love a good spin cycle.
- Cash Withdrawal: Limited. Get your cash before you arrive.
- Food Delivery: They didn't discourage it, which is a win.
- Meeting/Banquet Facilities/Business Facilities: Look, this isn't a convention center. Basic, functional. Don't plan on grand gala events here.
The Room: A Study in… Practicality?
Alright, the room. My domain for a few days. This is where the Extended Stay really… extended.
- Available in all rooms: So many, but let's get to the good ones.
- Air Conditioning: Phew, yes. Seattle in summer can be a sweaty affair.
- Wi-Fi [free]: Thank CHRIST. I’m a digital nomad, basically tethered to the internet. This one better work! (Spoiler: it mostly did.)
- Refrigerator: Essential for stocking up on snacks (because, hey, I'm human).
- Coffee/tea maker: See above re: lukewarm coffee from my admission.
- Desk: Necessary for pretending to work.
- The Bed: Decent, not luxurious, but functional. Got the job done of me sleeping.
- Air Conditioning: The thing I was most grateful for.
- Bathroom: The shower offered a bit of a… surprise. The water pressure was inconsistent. One minute a gentle trickle, the next, a full-on, face-blasting deluge. It was like an uninvited percussion solo.
- Non-smoking: Phew. The absence of someone's smoke is a big plus.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Survival Mode
Okay, let's talk food. Being an Extended Stay, the emphasis here isn't on gourmet dining.
- Breakfast [buffet]: You might get a continental-adjacent affair. Don't expect a Michelin-starred experience. Think pre-packaged pastries, maybe some fruit, and lots of coffee.
- Coffee shop: Nope, but… (see above).
- Snack bar: Again, you'll have to go to a local store for this.
- Restaurants: Okay, I didn't see restaurants in the hotel, but there's a lot right around the corner.
Cleanliness and Safety: The Modern Anxiety Checklist
We're living in a world obsessed with germs. I'm no exception.
- Cleanliness and Safety: Surprisingly, the hotel seemed alright.
- Daily disinfection in common areas: Good.
- Hand sanitizer: Available.
- Room sanitization opt-out available: A nice touch.
- Rooms sanitized between stays: I hope.
- Staff trained in safety protocol: Hopefully.
- Anti-viral cleaning products: Probably.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax: Not Exactly a Spa Getaway
Okay, let’s be brutally honest. This isn’t a resort. If you're looking for a luxury spa experience, you're in the wrong place.
- Fitness Center: Yes! Gotta love a basic hotel gym.
- Pool with view: Sadly, no.
- Spa/sauna: Negatory.
The Verdict: A Mixed Bag, But… Fine?
So, would I recommend the Extended Stay America Premier Suites in Bellevue? Honestly… it depends.
- The Good: It's functional, and if you love your own space like me, it's awesome!
- The Okay: It's not fancy, but it's clean enough and the accessibility is… well, mostly there.
- The Not-So-Good: Some parts (bathroom!) could use improvement.
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Final Thoughts:
This isn't a perfect hotel. It's not pretending to be. But for the price? It's perfectly acceptable. If you need a clean, functional place to crash in Bellevue, and you're not expecting a five-star experience, this Extended Stay is… fine. Just don’t expect miracles. And maybe pack your own plunger.
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Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your grandma's perfectly-formatted travel brochure. This is… my potential train wreck… I mean, trip… to the Extended Stay America in Bellevue. Let's see if I can survive this, shall we?
Bellevue Bound: A Slightly Unhinged Itinerary
Day 1: Arrival, Awkward Encounters, and the Quest for Caffeine
- 1:00 PM: Arrive at SeaTac International Airport. Oh, the airport. The glorious, chaotic marketplace of overpriced snacks and existential dread. I'm already questioning my life choices. Pray for me.
- 1:45 PM: Find the, hopefully, reasonably priced shuttle to Bellevue. Fingers crossed it actually comes. I’ve got this image of spending four hours in a cramped airport chair, slowly wilting.
- 2:30 PM: Check into the Extended Stay America Premier Suites - Seattle - Bellevue - Downtown Bellevue. Okay, so I snagged a room. The online pictures… well, let's just say I’m prepared for a more… lived-in aesthetic. Gotta love the thrill of the unknown, right? Wish me luck with the bed.
- 3:00 PM: The unpacking ritual begins. The sacred unpacking ritual. Because how can you feel settled in a room if you don't give every single item a place? Okay, maybe not sacred. But I will make sure to unpack my favorite fuzzy socks.
- 3:30 PM: THE COFFEE EMERGENCY. I cannot stress this enough. Caffeine withdrawal is a real thing folks. I am a walking zombie at this stage. So, I'll probably stumble out into the Bellevue streets looking for the nearest cafe that doesn't look like it's run by a bunch of robots. Pray for me, I'm not a happy camper without my brew.
- 4:00 PM: Okay, so I found a Starbucks. Seriously, are they a secret government conspiracy? Anyways, caffeinated. Life is good. Briefly.
- 4:30 PM: Stroll around the hotel surroundings. Observe the local flora. Maybe take a photo of a particularly goofy-looking squirrel.
- 6:00 PM: The eternal question: Dinner? I’m thinking something light and easy. Maybe takeout? Or, let's be real, maybe I'll give in to the siren song of the vending machine. Pray for my digestive tract, and sanity.
- 8:00 PM: Netflix and… probably… pass out. Hopefully on a clean bed.
Day 2: Bellevue Exploration (or, "Why Did I Think This Was a Good Idea?")
- 9:00 AM: Wake up. Wonder what that noise was all night. Probably just the building settling. Or maybe a poltergeist.
- 9:30 AM: Coffee, again. The cycle of life. The circle of… caffeine.
- 10:00 AM: Attempt to be a tourist. Maybe wander through downtown Bellevue. Prepare to get lost. Prepare to feel slightly overwhelmed by all the… things.
- 11:00 AM: The Bellevue Sculpture Park. I intend to appreciate the art. But let's be real, I'll probably be more interested in the people-watching and, of course, the opportunity to sit down.
- 12:30 PM: Lunch. The search continues for food that won't trigger my anxiety. Maybe something ethnic? Hopefully, it's not too spicy. I'm a wimp.
- 2:00 PM: The Bellevue Arts Museum. (DOUBLING DOWN!) Okay, so I think I want to love this. I’m trying to be cultured. But honestly, my patience for the "art" that you have to stare at for 15 minutes trying to figure out what it is? Zero. The pretentiousness! It's strong, I can feel it. Wish me luck. I’m prepared for an experience that could range from profound to utterly baffling. Maybe I’ll secretly judge the other visitors. Don't tell anyone.
- 4:00 PM: Time to find an independent cafe. My soul demands it. If I find a good one. I will probably spend hours taking photos and people-watching while sipping on a delicious mocha.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner at a local restaurant. Gotta soak up all the local flavor. Prepare for potential small talk with the wait staff. Pray I don't make a fool of myself.
- 8:00 PM: Back to the hotel. This time, I’m prepared to see what the TV options are.
Day 3: Departure and Existential Dread
- 9:00 AM: Wake up. Repeat of Day 2’s rituals.
- 10:00 AM: Final check-out and shuttle.
- 11:00 AM: Okay here's the part where I don't know how I'm going to feel at the end. I could be feeling refreshed, or I could be feeling like a wrung-out dishrag. Either way, I'll make it to the airport, and hopefully, I won't have a full-blown mental breakdown before I get home.
- 12:00 PM: SeaTac and home. Yay. I'm exhausted just thinking about it.
Final Thoughts (aka, Rambling Before I Go):
This trip… might not be perfect. There will be awkward moments. There will be mistakes. There will be questionable food choices. But, it's my trip. And maybe, just maybe, I'll have a few laughs along the way. Or at least a funny story (or five) to tell when I get home. Wish me luck. And keep the therapy hotline handy.
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Extended Stay America Premier Suites - Bellevue: Ask (and You Shall Receive...maybe)
Okay, spill it. Is this place REALLY the "BEST" in Downtown Bellevue, or is that just marketing mumbo jumbo?
"Best?" Honey, let's pump the brakes *slightly*. Downtown Bellevue has this weird thing where everything's *kinda* expensive. So, "best" might mean "best *for the price,* considering the other options are practically raiding a Swiss bank account." Look, it's definitely *convenient.* You're right there. But best? I’d say that depends on your pain tolerance for…let’s just say enthusiastic cleaning staff and the occasional rogue cockroach (okay, maybe ONE, but it still makes you jump). Remember that time I had to walk into the lobby just to get water, which in my sleep-addled brain, felt like trekking to Mount Everest? Yeah, "best" requires a nuanced definition. "Decent, close, and won't completely bankrupt you?" Yes. "Five-star luxury and the staff knows your name?" Absolutely not."
Let's talk about the rooms. Are they actually *suites*? And are they…you know…clean?
"Suites" is a loose term. We're talking more "spacious studio apartment" than "presidential suite with a waterfall." BUT! They *do* have a kitchenette! Which is HUGE, because eating out downtown every single night? My wallet (and my expanding waistline) screamed "NO!" Now, the cleanliness... Okay, here's the thing. They *try*. You can tell. The beds are made, the towels are reasonably fluffy. But... and this is a big BUT... I once found a rogue Skittle under the bed that looked suspiciously like it had been there since the Clinton administration. And honestly? I *respect* the longevity, like a tiny, sugary archeological find. It’s like they’re trying to clean, but the universe is actively fighting them. So, yes, mostly clean, and definitely not actively actively gross. Think "lived-in," not "sterile." And the size is awesome, that’s a win in this whole shebang.
The location is supposed to be a big selling point. How *convenient* is it, really?
OH MY GOD, the location is GOLD. Pure, glittering, get-out-of-traffic-hell gold. You are *right there*. Walking distance to everything. Restaurants? Check. Shopping? Check. That fancy coffee place that makes you feel intellectually superior? Check and DOUBLE CHECK. Seriously, I could practically roll out of bed (after navigating the aforementioned rogue skittle) and stumble into a meeting. And after the meetings, when all the stress hit me, well I could just walk back to my room. I mean come on, that’s beautiful. The only real downside is the noise, but I am going to get to that later. Which, by the way, it's RIGHT off the highway, so bonus points for easy access if you *do* dare to drive. It's genuinely a lifesaver for a bleary-eyed business traveler like myself.
Let's get real. What's the *worst* thing about staying there? Give it to me straight.
Okay, deep breaths. The noise. Dear GAWDS the noise. It's like living in a construction zone that's simultaneously hosting a rave. I swear, the walls are made of paper. You hear EVERYTHING. Trucks rumbling, sirens wailing, teenagers screaming, the elevator... oh GOD the elevator, it's the bane of my existence. It’s like it has no concept of slow movement, and often the *ding* sound of it arriving sounds more like a personal insult after a long day of dealing with…well, you know. Trying to sleep is a *sport*. Bring earplugs. Bring noise-canceling headphones. Bring a Hazmat suit for the noise assault. Honestly? That's the only real deal-breaker for me. Everything else is manageable. But the noise... it’s soul-crushing.
Is there a gym? And if so, is it worth the effort?
Gym? Gym is a strong word. There's a *fitness center*. Which, in this case, translates to, "a room with a treadmill and a sad little elliptical machine, and a few weights so light, they might as well be made of air." Look, if you're a serious gym rat, forget it. You'll be better off going for a run outside (which, by the way, is also nice, weather permitting). However, if you, like me, are just trying to burn off the guilt of eating too many free breakfast muffins (more on THAT later), it'll do the trick. Just don't expect anything fancy. It's functional, not inspiring. More importantly, no, getting a workout in is NOT going to be worth the effort. The effort is to *find* the room. It's hidden to the point that it feels like a reward for finally finding it, and then you want to work out harder, and then you regret it. So, just a quick treadmill run will suffice.
Speaking of breakfast...what's the deal? Is it actually free? And edible?
Yes, it's free. And...it's...edible. Let's go with that. Think continental buffet, but dialed down a few notches. The muffins are usually pretty decent (as long as you're not there right at the end of breakfast, because then you're fighting for crumbs), the coffee is... well, it's coffee. Oatmeal, some sad fruit, and maybe, if you're lucky, a waffle maker that *might* work. It's not gourmet, folks. But it's fuel. And free fuel is always a win in my book. Just don’t expect the Ritz. Expect functional sustenance perfect for fueling a day of city exploration. The real highlight? The people-watching. Oh, the people-watching. You meet the most interesting characters over a lukewarm cup of joe.
Seriously, what's something *really* memorable that happened during your stay? (Good or bad!)
Okay, here's the one that's burned into my brain. I'd had a *brutal* day of meetings. Like, soul-crushing, paperwork-filled, email-overload brutal. I just wanted to crawl into bed and disappear. So, I get back to my room, and wouldn't you know it, the cleaning staff was *in* there. Now, I'm a relatively chill person. But I'm also EXHAUSTED. I politely told them I was in, and they offered to come back later. So, I went out for a walk, came back, and I was finally alone! Hallelujah! Nope. The lights were off, and I decided to just have a quick shower. Suddenly, *BAM!* The fire alarm. Now, hear me, I’m not one to panic. But after the day I'dGlobetrotter Hotels
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