Romeoville's BEST Hotel? Days Inn & Suites Review (Shocking!)
Days Inn & Suites Romeoville: Hold on to Your Hats, Folks, It's a… Experience! (SEO-tastic Review)
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because I'm about to drop some real talk about the Days Inn & Suites in Romeoville. My expectations were… well, let's just say I wasn't expecting the Ritz. But, as the saying goes, you get what you pay for, right? Right? Let’s dive in. (Deep breath)
First Impressions (and the Lobby’s Aura):
Okay, so you pull up. The building itself? Let's call it… functional. No sweeping arches, no fountains, just… Days Inn. The parking situation? Plentiful, and free (Car park [free of charge] – check!). That's a win in my book, especially if you're lugging a suitcase and a toddler like I was. (The toddler, by the way, makes everything 10 times more chaotic.)
The lobby? Welcoming enough. The front desk staff… bless their hearts. They were doing their best. Look, I suspect they've seen some things. They seemed genuinely happy to help, which is always a solid point, even if the vibe leaned slightly towards "slightly weary but still friendly."
Accessibility – A Mixed Bag, Honestly:
- Wheelchair accessible – Yep, ramps and elevators are present! (Facilities for disabled guests – check!). This is hugely important. (Accessibility – check!)
- "Couple's Room" – Now, I didn't see a label, but the layout of our room certainly could be romantic… if you squinted really hard and maybe sprayed a whole can of Febreze.
- Elevator– Crucial, and functional.
Rooms: The Good, The (Potentially) Sketchy… and the Really, Really Good Wi-Fi.
Let's talk brass tacks. The rooms are standard hotel fare. (Available in all rooms – check!) The key highlights (and lowlights):
- Wi-Fi [free], Internet access – wireless, Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!, holy moly YES! (Also important, that's listed in several keys.) This is a godsend. I needed to work, I needed to stream, and I needed to distract the aforementioned toddler. The Wi-Fi was surprisingly reliable. (Internet – check! Internet access – LAN – check!)
- Air conditioning – Worked like a charm. A MUST.
- Mini Bar – Okay, let's be real, this wasn't exactly stocked with Dom Pérignon. More like a fridge, and a relatively empty one at that. I stocked it with juice boxes and yogurt. (Refrigerator – check!)
- Cleanliness: The room looked clean, but it definitely didn't smell of lavender. (Room sanitization opt-out available). The bathroom? Functional. The shower pressure? Not as strong as I'd like, but hey, beggars can't be choosers.
- Bed: It was a bed. Adequate for sleep. More important, extra long-bed (check!), and also pillows.
- Soundproofing – A tricky one. I wouldn't necessarily call it soundproof. I could hear the faint rumble of traffic outside and the joyful screams of children (and toddlers) in the hallway. (Soundproofing – check!)
- In-room safe box – Check! (Safety/security feature – check!)
Cleanness and Safety: The Pandemic Playbook
Okay, these were big points for me. Post-pandemic, you're looking for clean. Here’s my take:
- Staff trained in safety protocol: Seemed so.
- Rooms sanitized between stays: Definitely felt like the room was well-cleaned.
- Hand sanitizer – Plentiful in the lobby.
- Breakfast takeaway service: Check!
- They also had the usual: Daily disinfection in common areas, Safe dining setup, Sanitized kitchen and tableware items, Individually-wrapped food options, and Physical distancing of at least 1 meter.
Dining and Drinking: Fueling the Adventure (or Lack Thereof)
- Breakfast [buffet], Breakfast service: Here's where things get interesting. The buffet was… a buffet. Let’s be honest. The usual suspects: cereal, toast, waffles, some sad-looking fruit. But the coffee was drinkable and, after a sleepless night with a teething toddler, that was a win. (Buffet in restaurant – check!)
- Coffee shop – Well, there was coffee at breakfast.
- Poolside bar, Bar, – Nope.
- Restaurants – Nope. There's a little breakfast "area" which is more of a breakfast "corner". You're better off getting takeout, which, by the way, delivers here.
- Room service [24-hour] – Nope. (But, you can probably phone for a delivery.)
- Snack bar – No.
Things to Do and Ways to Relax (Or Pretend To):
- Swimming pool [outdoor] – Ah, the pool. It was a refreshing oasis! (Swimming pool – check!) Definitely a plus, especially for the little one. It wasn't massive, but it was clean and open!
- Fitness center, Gym/fitness – Yep! Didn't use it, But the gym was there!
- Spa – Nope. (Spa/sauna - nope.)
Services and Conveniences: The Perks and the Quirks
- Daily housekeeping – The room was tidied daily.
- Concierge – No dedicated concierge, but the front desk was helpful.
- Convenience store – Nope, but a shop across the street.
- Laundry service – Yay, check!
- Air conditioning in public area – Indeed, check!
- Front desk [24-hour] – Check!
- Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site] - and both are true!
- Cash withdrawal – Didn’t see it.
For the Kids (And the Stressed-Out Parents):
- Family/child friendly – Yes!
- Kids facilities – They have a pool, which made my toddler extremely happy.
- Babysitting service – Nope! (I wish!)
Now, The Shocker. (Or Not.)
Look, the Days Inn & Suites Romeoville isn't going to win any awards for luxury. But, for the price, it’s a surprisingly decent option with a good location for a passing-through traveler. For the price, the Wi-Fi is fantastic, the staff is friendly, and it is clean (and Covid-conscious!).
The Verdict:
Would I stay here again? Absolutely. For a quick stopover, a budget-friendly option, or if you're just looking for a place to crash after exploring the Chicago suburbs, it’s a solid choice. It's not fancy, it's not pretentious, it's just… functional. And sometimes, that's exactly what you need. Just don't expect room service or a spa. (Maybe bring your own snacks.)
Final Score: 3.5 out of 5 stars. (Rounded up for the free Wi-Fi and the pool!)
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Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because this ain't your sterile, corporate-approved itinerary. We're going full "warts and all" here, navigating the Days Inn & Suites by Wyndham in Romeoville, IL, and it's gonna be a ride. Prepare for less Michelin star and more… well, let's just say "homemade chili night special" at a truck stop.
Day 1: Arrival, Disappointment, and a Quest for Wifi (AKA: The Existential Dread of Room 217)
- 3:00 PM: Arrive at O'Hare. Okay, so the flight was delayed. BIG surprise. Spent the whole time sandwiched between a screaming toddler and a dude who kept trying to sell me Amway. Finally land. Ugh. The car rental place, Budget, took forever. Seems like they're always "short staffed". The usual.
- 4:30 PM: Check into Days Inn. Romeoville. Romeoville. The name alone sounds like a low-budget sci-fi flick. The sign actually looks… faded. First impression: "This place is basically a giant beige hug from your aunt Mildred." (And, honestly, Mildred does give amazing hugs).
- 4:45 PM: The room… Room 217. (Shudders. Were there ghosts?) First, that "freshly cleaned" smell is a blatant lie. It's definitely a cocktail of air freshener and… something else. I'm pretty sure the carpet has seen things. Unspeakable things. The bed… well, let's just say I'm hoping my chiropractor has a good sense of humor.
- 5:00 PM: The WiFi Situation: A Tragedy in Three Acts. Tried to connect, it was like wrestling a greased pig. Password? "Password"! Nope. Had to call the front desk. And there’s not just one, two, or three hold music. Nope. It’s the same exact, tinny, muzak version of "Here Comes the Bride" until the end of time. My sanity? Fraying.
- 5:30 PM: Victory! Sort of. Wifi… grudgingly… exists. Begin the frantic search for coffee and a decent burger. My soul is crying out for caffeine and comfort food.
Day 2: The Majesty of the Outlet Mall and the Inevitable Taco Bell Run
- 8:00 AM: Coffee from the in-room machine. Blegh. I’m pretty sure it could dissolve a small block of concrete. I swear, I’ll buy a legit Keurig immediately upon returning home.
- 9:00 AM: The Outlet Mall. Okay, so after that coffee, my heart needed something to get back. I will not admit that I was at the outlet before the stores opened and waited patiently for the doors to open. The outlet at the Chicago Premium Outlets. I wasn’t planning on becoming a shopaholic, but… hello, discount handbags! I swear, my credit card is going to hate me. BUT… found an amazing deal on sneakers. Win!
- 1:00 PM: Lunch. Decided to be “healthy” and grabbed some bland salad at the food court. (Note to self: next time, go straight for the greasy goodness. Life's too short for sad salads.)
- 7:00 PM: The inevitable Taco Bell run. (Don’t judge me. Everyone needs a cheesy bean burrito in their lives.)
- 8:00 PM: Back to the room. Watched some terrible TV. The channel selection is beyond dismal. Ended up watching infomercials… out of sheer boredom.
Day 3: The Great Escape… (To a Better Coffee Shop) and Reflections on the Meaning of Life (Probably)
- 6:00AM: NOOOOO… why did the alarm have to go off so early? Again… that cursed in-room coffee. It was a punishment rather than a beverage.
- 7:00AM: Needed caffeine, and I needed it NOW. Found some amazing local coffee shop. A real gem. The barista was awesome! The coffee was divine!
- 9:00 AM: Okay, maybe I overslept. It’s a blur. I spent a lot of time thinking during the coffee shop. Contemplating the meaning of life, the universe, and everything (mostly, whether I could sneakily upgrade my room at the Days Inn).
- 12:00 PM: Back at the hotel. Packed up my bags. Goodbye, Room 217. You were… an experience. (And I'm pretty sure the carpet is watching me leave.)
- 1:00 PM: Check-out. The front desk guy asks how my stay was. "Memorable," I say, forcing a smile that doesn't quite reach my eyes.
- 2:00 PM: Heading back to the airport. Romeoville in the rearview mirror. A wave of both relief and… something else. Nostalgia? Or perhaps plain old Stockholm Syndrome kicking in?
- 3:00 PM: I’d like to say I learned something profound from my time at the Days Inn & Suites in Romeoville. Maybe I learned the true meaning of the word “resilience.” (Or, more likely, that I should invest in a better suitcase and a damn good travel mug.)
- 3:30 PM: On the flight back home. Planning my next trip. And I know that even if it’s to the Ritz-Carlton, a tiny part of me will always remember Room 217 and the existential dread of slow WiFi.
And that, my friends, is my Days Inn & Suites by Wyndham Romeoville saga. It ain’t pretty, but it’s honest. And hey, at least I survived. And isn't that what really matters? Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go drink a real cup of coffee.
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So, is this place REALLY the "BEST" hotel in Romeoville? My expectations are low...
Oh, honey, "BEST"? Let's just say the marketing department might be on a different planet. BEST in Romeoville? Maybe. BEST in… well, anywhere I’ve ever willingly stayed? Absolutely not. My expectations coming in were practically subterranean, and they were still somewhat disappointed. The bar is set *low*, folks. Real low. Think limbo competition in a swamp.
Let's talk about first impressions. What hits you when you walk through the door?
First impressions? Okay, picture this: the lobby. It's… functional. Let's go with "functional." There's a desk, a weary-looking person behind it (likely just survived a day of… well, *this*), and the distinct aroma of… something. Maybe cleaning products trying *really* hard to mask something else. It’s the kind of smell that triggers a Pavlovian response to reach for the hand sanitizer. And let’s not forget the lobby TV, eternally tuned to a local news channel, replaying the same stories of traffic jams and lost dogs. Ah, Romeoville. It's… cozy.
The rooms! Spill! What's the deal with the rooms?
Okay, the rooms… This is where things get interesting. I'm not going to lie; it's a gamble. My room? Let's just say it wasn't exactly Instagram-worthy. The carpet? Let's call it "eclectic styling." There were… stains. Many stains. Of varied origins, I'd shudder to guess. And the furniture? You could tell it had seen things. Bad things. Like, potentially a whole family's worth of spilled juice boxes and forgotten birthday cakes. My heart skipped a beat when I noticed how easily the drawers slid out. Like, *whoa*. Luckily, the air conditioning worked. Kind of. It made a sound like a dying walrus, but it blew cold air, so I wasn't complaining *too* much. But the sheets? Ah, the sheets. Questionable. I'm not going to lie, my travel sheets came in handy.
Breakfast? What's the sustenance situation?
Breakfast? Oh, the breakfast. It's free, which is a plus. Expect the standard fare: sugary cereal, lukewarm coffee that tastes faintly of sadness, and maybe some sad, rubbery scrambled eggs. There's also usually some kind of pre-packaged pastry that’s either rock-hard or suspiciously soft. The waffle maker? Be prepared for a line. And the waffles themselves? Well, let's just say I recommend bringing your own syrup. It's an experience, truly. A… unique experience. I ate a banana and called it a day.
Okay, let's get SPECIFIC. What's the one thing you remember the MOST? Like, the thing that haunts you in your dreams?
*Deep breath*. Okay. This is… personal. There was a… *situation* in the bathroom. Let's just say the water pressure was… *aggressive*. And not in a good way. More like, "I'm going to blast you into next week" aggressive. I hopped in the shower and immediately, the water went from a gentle drizzle to a full-on, high-pressure assault. It was like standing under a fire hose. But the worst part was… I *couldn't turn it off*. Seriously. I fiddled with the knob for, like, a solid minute, eyes burning from the onslaught. I swear, I thought the shower head was going to detach from the tile. I ended up having to *forcefully* turn it off, and it's probably still echoing through the pipes, plotting its revenge. The water pressure alone is enough to make me give this place a serious hard pass.
What about the staff? Are they helpful? Do they seem to care?
The staff? Honestly, they're probably doing their best. They're dealing with… *gestures vaguely* …all this, right? They were generally polite, but also seemed a little… battle-worn. I didn't exactly get the vibe that they were thrilled to be there, but who could blame them? I would recommend being extra nice; remember, they are your first line of defense.
Let's talk amenities. Pool? Gym? Is there anything fun?
Okay, amenities. There's a pool. I peeked at it. It looked... clean. Probably. I didn't brave it, though, so I can't vouch for its cleanliness. There's also supposed to be a gym. I didn't see it. To be fair, I didn't search. So I can't tell you if it's a "gym" in the traditional sense, or if it's just a sad treadmill and a weight bench in a storage closet. My advice? Lower those expectations. WAY lower.
Would you stay here again? Be honest.
*Long, dramatic pause.* Okay, if my life depended on it, and this was my only option? Maybe. But I'd pack my own sheets, Clorox wipes, and a hazmat suit. For a quick, cheap overnight stop? Possibly. Would I choose to stay here? Absolutely not. There are better options. Even if they cost a bit more. I still get nightmares about the shower, and the stains on the carpet are forever burned into my memory. No, I wouldn't.
Final thoughts? Any advice for future guests?
My final thoughts? Romeoville's Days Inn & Suites is an experience. It's not a *good* experience, mind you, but it's an experience nonetheless. My advice: Lower your expectations. Pack accordingly. And, please, whatever you do… approach the shower with caution. Godspeed. And maybe bring some extra towels. You're going to need them.
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