Seaside Getaway: Your Dream City Center Motel Awaits!
Seaside Getaway: My Dream City Center Motel? Let's See About That. (A Brutally Honest Review)
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because after my recent (very) intimate experience at Seaside Getaway: Your Dream City Center Motel Awaits! I'm here to spill the tea. And, like, a lot of tea. Forget polite reviews; this is the real, unfiltered, probably-too-honest-for-its-own-good truth. Prepare for a rollercoaster of accessibility dreams, sanitation anxieties, and questionable culinary choices.
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(Accessibility - The Good…And the "Ugh")
Okay, let's kick things off optimistically. Accessibility: They say they're on board. And, to be fair, the website does scream "We care!" with its promises. I rolled in with my trusty (if slightly battered) wheelchair, ready to be won over. The initial impression? Well, the entrance ramp was… a ramp. Not a hill I'd conquer without a good sweat session, but a ramp nonetheless. Wheelchair Accessible rooms? Check. Though, I'm starting to think "wheelchair accessible" often means "we widened the door and hoped for the best." The bathroom felt a little… cramped, let's be honest. I'm not built like a sumo wrestler, but turning around in there was a challenge. The grab bars did their job, though, so I'll give them that.
(Internet - Bless the Wi-Fi Gods! - and the LAN Gods too, if you're into that. I, personally, am not)
Okay, look, in this day and age, free Wi-Fi is non-negotiable. And Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!? Yes! A glorious, beaming YES! I'm not gonna lie, I needed to stream some truly terrible reality TV to recover from this stay and having the ability to do so was an absolute blessing. I did notice Internet [LAN] as an option, but who even does LAN anymore? Reminds me of that time I tried to explain dial-up to my niece. The look was priceless. Internet services were fine – email, streaming, the works. No complaints there. Wi-Fi in public areas also seemed to work pretty well, no complaints there either.
(Cleanliness and Safety - The Elephant in the Room (And Maybe Under the Bed?))
This is where things get… interesting. The website promised, with an almost aggressive enthusiasm, about their hygiene protocols. Phrases like "Anti-viral cleaning products," "Daily disinfection in common areas," and "Rooms sanitized between stays" were splashed everywhere. Felt comforting, right? Well… kinda. But the devil's in the details. My first impression? The lobby looked clean. But the faint scent of… something… (sanitizer? Febreze? A desperate attempt to mask a deeper grime?) hung in the air. I'm sensitive, I've got allergies. Professional-grade sanitizing services? Maybe. Staff trained in safety protocol? Hard to say, as I didn't witness any mask mishaps but also few instances of them going above and beyond. The Room sanitization opt-out available note gave me pause. Why would you opt-out of sanitization?! The concept boggles the mind. Hand sanitizer was plentiful, which I appreciated. Hygiene certification? I didn't see any. Sanitized kitchen and tableware items? If only, the kitchen was a bit of a disaster area, I'll touch on that in the next section.
(Dining, Drinking, and Snacking - Food, Glorious Food… or Maybe Not So Glorious)
Here's where things went from "meh" to "mildly traumatic." The website boasted an array of options. Restaurants? Plural! Exciting! A la carte in the restaurant? Sure, why not? But let me tell you about the actual experience. The "main" restaurant… well, let's just say the lighting was unflattering, the decor felt like my grandma’s attic, and the staff seemed as enthusiastic as a sloth on a Monday. Breakfast was included, thankfully. The Breakfast [buffet]? A sad, sad affair. Asian breakfast? A sadder affair. Scrambled eggs that tasted suspiciously like… rubber. Stale pastries. Fruit that looked like it had seen better days. Coffee that could curdle steel. I ventured into the Coffee shop in the hope of redemption. Nope. The barista looked like a ghost and the espresso was akin to dishwater.
But wait, there’s more! Room service [24-hour] – great in theory, terrible in execution. I ordered a salad which was… well, it was safe to say it was more of a salad-shaped substance than an appetising course. The leaves were wilted, the dressing tasted vaguely of sadness. I opted for the Breakfast takeaway service, hoping to save myself from another meal. The food was slightly more edible.
(Things to Do, Ways to Relax - Spa Day Dreams, Motel Reality)
The website touted a full-blown spa experience! Spa/sauna! Massage! My mind swam with visions of blissful relaxation, of warm towels and soothing aromas. Did the reality match the dream? Nope. The Spa was… a room. A room with a few massage tables. The massage was okay, if you were looking for a brisk rubdown. the Swimming pool? Pretty crowded. A little too much chlorine but I suppose that it's meant to keep it clean?. A pool with view? The view was of the car park. Fitness center, or as it’s also known, the gym, was there.
(Services and Conveniences - A Mixed Bag, to Say the Least)
Alright, let's run through the list:
- Air conditioning in public area: Check. Though it felt like it was designed to be more decorative than effective.
- Concierge: Tried to find the concierge. Turns out, the "concierge" was a bored-looking teenager behind the front desk.
- Convenience store: A vending machine with some dubious snacks.
- Daily housekeeping: Spotty. Some days my room was pristine, others it seemed someone just glanced in and called it a day.
- Elevator: Thankfully, yes.
- Facilities for disabled guests: See above (ramps, slightly-too-small bathroom).
- Food delivery: Not offered to my knowledge.
- Laundry service: Meh.
- Luggage storage: Present.
- Smoking area: Present. And smelling intensely of cigarettes.
- Wi-Fi for special events: Unsure, I didn't have any special events.
(For the Kids - Family Friendly? Maybe…)
The website stated Family/child friendly and Kids meal options. Did they have a kids' play area or anything? Definitely not. Babysitting? Doubtful.
(In Your Room - The Details That Matter (Or Annoy))
Here's where it gets granular. My room, on the surface, seemed reasonable equipped.
- Air conditioning: Yep, but it was loud.
- Alarm clock: Yep.
- Bathrobes: Nope.
- Bathroom phone: Nope.
- Bathtub: Yes.
- Blackout curtains: Absolutely. Crucial.
- Coffee/tea maker: Yep, if you consider instant coffee a "coffee maker."
- Desk: Yep. Small.
- Extra long bed: Thank god!
- Free bottled water: Thankfully.
- Hair dryer: Yes.
- In-room safe box: Yes.
- Ironing facilities: Present.
- Mini bar: Ha! More like a mini-fridge.
- Non-smoking: Yes, thankfully.
- Private bathroom: Yes. The aforementioned small one.
- Slippers: Nope.
- Smoke detector: Yes.
- Sofa: Present.
- Telephone: Yes.
- Towels: Yes.
- Wake-up service: They do, but they seemed to forget.
(Getting Around- Easy peasy, Lemon Squeezy)
- Car park [free of charge]: Yep, and ample.
- Airport transfer: Nope.
- Taxi service: Available.
(The Verdict - Would I Recommend It? Hmm…)
So, would I recommend Seaside Getaway? It's complicated. If you need a place to stay in the city center, and you're on a budget, and you don'
Luxury Getaway Awaits: Baymont by Wyndham Elko (NV) Review
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we're about to embark on… well, a trip, a messy, glorious, potentially disastrous trip to the City Center Motel, Seaside, Oregon. I'm calling it "Operation: Seaside Serenity? (Or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Gift Shop)". Let's get this show on the road.
Day 1: Arrival and the Existential Dread of the Room
- 1:00 PM: The Road Trip From Hell (and Seattle Traffic): Okay, let's be honest, the drive was brutal. I swear, I aged five years fighting off the existential dread of being stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic on I-5. The playlist was a constant battle between soothing acoustic jams and desperate pleas for upbeat pop just to keep me awake. My co-pilot (aka my perpetually hangry cat, Mittens) yowled the entire time. Pretty sure she hates road trips more than she hates the vacuum cleaner. Arrived at Seaside around 3:30 PM, a good 2 hours late because of the traffic gods. And I'm already feeling the need for a double shot of espresso.
- 4:00 PM: Room Check-In and the Questionable Carpet: Okay, here's the City Center Motel: It's…vintage. Charmingly vintage? Maybe. Mostly, it's "this-carpet-has-seen-things" vintage. The room itself… well, it's a room. It has a bed, a TV that probably only gets three channels, and a bathroom that evokes a strong sense of 1970s linoleum. But hey, the ocean's a block away, right? That’s what I keep muttering to myself as I unpack my suitcase which has somehow already exploded.
- 4:30 PM: The Beach (Attempt #1): Needed to cleanse my brain after that room inspection. Headed straight for the beach. Wind. So. Much. Wind. And sand. Sand everywhere. Walked for a grand total of 10 minutes before retreating to the motel for a much-needed cup of instant coffee and a serious mental pep talk about the joys of ocean views. The sea gulls are ridiculously loud, I swear they're laughing.
Day 2: Seashells, Seaside, and a Sudden Craving for Fudge
- 9:00 AM: Breakfast of Champions (Instant Oatmeal): Look, I tried to be fancy. Brought some "gourmet" granola bars. But they're, like, rock hard. So, it was instant oatmeal and lukewarm coffee this morning. Living the high life! But hey, the view from the window of the motel room (overlooking the parking lot) isn't half bad… Okay, it's terrible.
- 10:00 AM: The Seaside Promenade and the Eternal Quest for the Perfect Seashell: This is where things get interesting. Strolled along the Seaside Promenade. Tourists. Tourists everywhere. But not too many, actually. I love the kitsch of it all. And the arcade! I did not spend hours playing skeeball and winning a stuffed unicorn, I did not. I did. Okay, I did. It was pure, unadulterated joy. Found a pretty decent seashell. Spent a solid half-hour comparing it to others, judging its size, color, and potential for future decorative use. Obsessed? Maybe.
- 12:00 PM: Lunch and the Fudge Factor: Okay, I didn't plan on this. Walked into a fudge shop on the Promenade. The smell alone was intoxicating. Ended up buying a huge slab of peanut butter fudge. Worth it? Absolutely. Regrets? None. This is the life.
Day 3: The Awkward Gift Shop Encounter and the Quest for the Perfect Sunset
- 9:00 AM: The Gift Shop Dilemma: Okay, I'm not a "souvenir" person. I hate clutter. But I kind of felt obligated to buy something. So, I went into the gift shop next to the motel. It was… overwhelming. Every knick-knack imaginable. I got caught up in the gaze of a particularly unsettling rubber ducky dressed as a pirate. An awkward conversation with the cashier (who clearly knew what I was thinking about the rubber ducky) ensued. I escaped with… a postcard. And a deep sense of shame.
- 1:00 PM: The Beach (Attempt #2) - This time with a Book: Back to the beach. This time, armed with a book, a beach chair (that I nearly lost to the wind), and a determination to find some peace. Found a semi-protected spot near the dunes and lost myself in the pages. Pure bliss. Until a rogue wave almost stole my book. Crisis averted!
- 7:00 PM: Sunset Spectacular (Attempt #3): This is the moment. The moment I've been waiting for. The sunset. Headed back to the beach. Clouds. Lots of clouds. No majestic fiery ball of glory. Instead, a muted, grey, still beautiful but…not quite what I was hoping for. Still, the ocean's there, and the wind's got a certain soothing quality. Might just sit here until the stars come out, and then head back for a well-earned episode of bad reality TV… And a second slab of that fudge.
Day 4: Departure and the Bitter-Sweetness of Leaving
- 9:00 AM: Coffee and Contemplation of the Carpet: One last cup of instant coffee. One last look at that questionable carpet. I've made peace with it, in a weird way. It's part of the charm, right? Ugh.
- 10:00 AM: Final Stroll and Seaside Farewell: One last walk along the beach, trying to soak up the ocean air. Even though the drive home will be a trial, I can't deny I'm going to miss this. Seaside, with all its quirks and imperfections, has kind of grown on me. Even the rubber ducky. Maybe.
- 11:00 AM: Departure and the Promise to Return (But Maybe with a Better Hotel Choice): Time to go. Loaded up the car, said goodbye to Mittens who is looking at me like I've personally betrayed her. The drive back is calling. I'll be back though, I think. But next time, I'm definitely splurging on a room with a view (and a carpet that doesn't tell a thousand stories). Until then, Seaside, thanks for the memories (and the fudge).
Seaside Getaway: Your Dream City Center Motel Awaits! (Maybe... Let's See) - FAQs
Okay, so "Dream City Center Motel"... Is that, like, *actually* a dream? Because I've seen some motels...
Alright, let's be real. "Dream" might be a *slight* exaggeration. Look, we're a motel. A classic, slightly-worn-at-the-edges, maybe-saw-a-few-things-in-its-time kind of motel. Think less "Malibu beach house" and more "charming, slightly-musty, but hey-it's-got-a-pool" vibe. We *did* get a fresh coat of paint last summer, though. That was a *big* deal, trust me. Mr. Henderson, the owner, was practically doing backflips. (He can't, actually, but he was really happy.) It's more "dream *adjacent*," if you catch my drift. The dream of affordability and accessibility more than the actual dream house. Although, that pool is pretty dreamy on a hot day. Just, you know, bring your own floaties. We went through a phase where the giant inflatable flamingo vanished. Don't ask.
What's the deal with the "City Center" bit? Is it, like, actually *in* the city? Because I’ve been tricked before…
Yep! We're smack-dab in the middle of the hustle and bustle! Think of us as the oasis... or the slightly-less-frenetic pit stop. We’re close to the main attractions without *feeling* like you're trapped in a tourist vortex. You can actually *walk* to that amazing bakery everyone raves about (the croissants are criminal, in the best way). Now, "city center" doesn't mean you're going to be stepping out onto the red carpet. You'll likely see some characters. Possibly hear some things. It's *life*, baby! Embrace it! Just don't leave any valuables visible in your car. Learned that the hard way... (Let's just say, my favorite pair of sunglasses are now "collecting dust" in the wrong hands).
The pool... it's *clean*, right? And like, not full of… things?
Okay, the pool. Let's talk pool. It's... mostly clean. We have a guy. His name is Tony. He's very… enthusiastic about chlorine. He’s got a whole *system*. Look, sometimes a leaf or two might sneak in. It's an *outdoor* pool, people! And occasionally a rogue plastic toy duck wanders in. We try. We really do. Worst case? You see a tiny bug (don't worry, they're probably just as afraid of you). We're not the Ritz, but we *do* test the water regularly. (And sometimes Tony puts in a *little* extra... just to be sure.) It’s swimmable, and on a scorcher, it feels like paradise. Okay, maybe not *paradise*… more like a blessed relief.
What about the rooms? Are they, you know, *habitable*? I'm not looking for luxury, but... minimal cockroaches would be nice.
Okay, the rooms. Yes, they are habitable. "Minimal cockroaches" is a solid goal, and we absolutely strive for that. We're on a rigorous pest control schedule. We're talking monthly visits. (They're good guys, they really are. I've even offered them coffee, probably a mistake). The rooms are your standard motel rooms: a bed, a TV, a bathroom, and maybe a slightly-worn armchair. Think of it as a blank canvas! Bring your own cozy blanket and you'll feel right at home like you're in your own, more depressing apartment. We provide the essentials: clean sheets, towels, and a hairdryer that *mostly* works. The air conditioning? Let's just say it has character. You'll probably hear it. A lot. It's the symphony of the Seaside Getaway, really.
Do you have breakfast? I'm a huge breakfast person. Don't lie to me.
Breakfast, ah… Breakfast. Okay, the truth? Breakfast is… continental-ish. Think: instant coffee (we *do* have good, but you have to ask for it), pre-packaged muffins (sometimes the blueberry ones are good, sometimes they're a bit… stale), and maybe some sad little oranges. We *used* to have a waffle maker. That was the golden age. It was glorious! Then, Mr. Henderson (again, the owner) got a little… *enthusiastic* with the batter. There may have been a small fire. *Inside*. So, yeah, the waffle maker is no longer with us. We're working on improvements. Maybe next year we'll have something to make your heart sing. Or at least, make your stomach avoid a grumble. Honestly, just go to the bakery down the street. You won't regret it.
Is there Wi-Fi? Because I need to update my Instagram feed with all the fun I'm definitely having. #SeasideGetaway #LivingMyBestLife
Yes, we have Wi-Fi! It's… functional. Think dial-up, but a little faster. It *tries*. It’s not always reliable, especially during peak hours. That's just life. You might have to stand near the router to get a decent connection. The router is next to the vending machine in the lobby. I suggest grabbing a snack whilst you wait. Sometimes, for extended periods, the connection mysteriously fails. I don't know why. Blame the gremlins. It’s probably the gremlins. But hey, at least you can *try* to upload those envy-inducing beach photos! Just, maybe, don't expect to stream a movie. Unless you appreciate frequent buffering.
Tell me about parking? Is it a nightmare?
Parking. Ah, Parking. We *have* parking! It's free! Praise be! Now, is it *ample*? Not exactly. It's a first-come, first-served situation. And let’s just say, sometimes it's a bit of a Tetris game trying to squeeze your car in. We've had some… interesting scenarios. Once, a tiny Smart Car took up TWO spaces. I still haven’t figured that out. And another time, a very large RV tried to park. Let's just say, the fire department got involved. Mostly, it's fine. Just be prepared to circle a few times, and maybe practice your parallel parking before you arrive. Think of it as an adventure! It'll build character. And possibly lead to a few choice words under your breath.
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