Thursday, December 18, 2008

Any port in a storm, as long as there's coffee. And wi-fi.

Famous last words: "It was fine when Amigo and I had to spend the night there."

Amigo and I were caught out in a storm a few weeks ago, so we stayed in a hotel down the road from La Petite's apartment in her small college town. We were relieved to find that there was room at the inn, and happy to find that the Inn offered complimentary continental breakfast and free wi-fi. It wasn't fancy, but we didn't need fancy. It worked for us.
Husband told me (a few days later) that he had looked into this place when we visited during Homecoming weekend, and he made reservations elsewhere because the reviews were all negative. Lousy. Bad news, bears. Whatever, warhawks.
That's when I uttered my famous last words (see above).
So when we decided to visit to celebrate daughter's birthday last weekend, we stayed at the Inn Down the Road.
Where should I begin?
The mattresses were soft, the kind we call Valley Beds with a major dip in the middle. The pillows were lumpy. Comfort wasn't on the menu.
The TV reception was blurry. Not just unclear, downright blurry.
The heater continuously pumped out excessive warmth, leading to dry, dry air and dry, dry throats. Adjusting this appliance led to two adults who didn't sleep much, since we were frequently getting up and changing the settings and peeling off layers of winter pajamas.
Pool (indoors, of course) was okay, but the whirlpool wasn't available.
Breakfast was good, though. They had a wafflemaker that started with batter and produced a fresh, warm waffle in two minutes. The coffee was good, and that always helps.
As we left, Amigo and I talked it over. We didn't have the heat problem a few weeks ago, but that was because I didn't discover the heat switches until morning. We were so exhausted and relieved to have shelter that we just tucked ourselves into the blankets and slept. We didn't swim that night, and we didn't notice a problem with the mattresses or pillows. Maybe we were just too tired to care, or maybe the bedding in the other room was newer and less worn.
In conclusion, we decided that the Inn Down the Road was a good port in a storm, but not the greatest place for a pleasure trip with the family.
Happy Love Thursday, all. Next time, I'll do my best to keep my Famous Last Words to myself.

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Blogger Green Girl in Wisconsin said...

Ah, but fresh waffles...

We're supposed to head to Minnesota this weekend. I think we might not.

12/18/2008 11:00 AM  
Blogger Flea said...

Oh how awful! I think I can put up with a lot in a motel/hotel, but it's a smelly room that gets me.

12/18/2008 2:34 PM  
Blogger Sharon said...

I had the same thing happen to me two years ago when my son and I travelled through Syracuse, college looking. We found a place late at night that worked out great. We went back that way a few weeks later with my husband...and it was awful! One visit does not ensure a true picture.

12/18/2008 8:26 PM  
Blogger Joy said...

Mother, on account of my journalism [almost] degree, and the many other headline/title writing journalists around me, we have concluded that the title of this post is in fact unacceptable.

A title is supposed to give the reader an idea of what is to come in the story, and bring the reader in. it is not there to finally be understood at the end when it all comes together, like a Seinfeld episode.

[la petite] JOY

12/20/2008 12:07 AM  

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