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Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into a hotel review that’s less "sterile brochure" and more "overheard conversation at a really good brunch." We're talking about a comprehensive, messy, and hopefully hilarious (at least to me) rundown based on the provided details. Prepare for digressions, tangents, and possibly the occasional squeal of pure joy (or abject horror).
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And now… the REAL review. LET'S GO!
Accessibility: The First Hurdle (And Hopefully Not a Literal One!)
Okay, listen, as someone who appreciates a smoothly-navigated hallway, accessibility is HUGE. The fact that the hotel claims to be wheelchair accessible is a massive plus. And, let's be real, the “Facilities for disabled guests” listing gets a gold star just for existing. Now, I'm not a wheelchair user myself, so I can't personally vouch for the smoothness of the ramps and elevators, but the inclusion is a promising start. The "elevator" listing is a basic yet crucial requirement. Rambling anecdote: I once stayed in a "luxury" hotel that advertised accessibility, and the "accessible room" was, and I’m not exaggerating, smaller than my closet. So, yeah, accessibility isn't just about the ramps; it's about thoughtful design.
On-Site Accessible Restaurants/Lounges: Big points for accessibility!
Internet Access: The Lifeline of Modern Existence (And My Social Media Addiction).
Free Wi-Fi in all rooms? Oh, sweet, sweet relief. I'm a digital nomad at heart, so the thought of paying extra for internet access makes me want to scream. "Internet," "Internet [LAN]," and "Wi-Fi in public areas" -- All good.
Internet Services: I hope that this means the WiFi is actually decent and not the dial-up quality I experienced in a hotel in Prague. (shudders).
Things to Do: Entertainment, Relaxation, and Staving Off Existential Dread.
Ways to Relax: Okay, this is where things start to get…interesting. "Body scrub," "Body wrap," "Foot bath," "Massage," "Spa," "Spa/sauna," and "Steamroom." Basically, my ideal Saturday afternoon. If they have a really good body wrap, I might never leave. A pool with a view AND a sauna? SOLD.
Fitness Center, Gym/fitness, Swimming pool, Swimming pool [outdoor]: Okay, the standard luxury hotel arsenal. Personally, I'm more of a "lying by the pool with a cocktail" kind of person, but good to know the option exists.
Cleanliness and Safety: Because Nobody Likes a Hotel That Gives You the Heebie-Jeebies.
Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, Hand sanitizer, Hygiene certification, Individually-wrapped food options, Physical distancing of at least 1 meter, Professional-grade sanitizing services, Room sanitization opt-out available, Rooms sanitized between stays, Sanitized kitchen and tableware items: Okay, in this post-apocalyptic world, this section is VITAL. Big, BIG points for taking safety seriously. "Room sanitization opt-out available" is a nice touch – offering a choice is always a win.
Doctor/nurse on call, First aid kit, Smoke alarms, Fire extinguisher: I like the fact that this place seems to be taking a lot of care of the guests.
Safe Dining Setup: Let's all hope that it is true, and the dining experience is not the equivalent to eating in a contaminated biohazard lab.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: The Most Important Part (Fight Me!)
- Food, Glorious Food! deep breath "A la carte in restaurant," "Alternative meal arrangement," "Asian breakfast," "Asian cuisine in restaurant," "Bar," "Bottle of water," "Breakfast [buffet]," "Breakfast service," "Buffet in restaurant," "Coffee/tea in restaurant," "Coffee shop," "Desserts in restaurant," "Happy hour," "International cuisine in restaurant," "Poolside bar," "Restaurants," "Room service [24-hour]," "Salad in restaurant," "Snack bar," "Soup in restaurant," "Vegetarian restaurant," "Western breakfast," "Western cuisine in restaurant"
- The Good: 24-hour room service? Someone understands me. Asian cuisine? My taste buds are intrigued. And a poolside bar? Sigh. This is what dreams are made of.
- The Bad: I NEED to know the quality of the Asian food. Too many hotels half-heartedly attempt it and fail miserably. I'm personally hoping for some amazing Pho.
- Thoughts: A vegetarian restaurant is a great touch. The coffee shop, the snack bar – all essential. And the "Happy hour"…well, let's just say I'll be there.
Services and Conveniences: The Little Add-Ons That Make a Big Difference.
- Air conditioning in public area, Business facilities, Cash withdrawal, Concierge, Contactless check-in/out, Convenience store, Currency exchange, Daily housekeeping, Doorman, Dry cleaning, Elevator, Essential condiments, Facilities for disabled guests, Food delivery, Gift/souvenir shop, Ironing service, Laundry service, Luggage storage, Meeting/banquet facilities, Meetings, Meeting stationery, On-site event hosting, Outdoor venue for special events, Projector/LED display, Safety deposit boxes, Seminars, Shrine, Smoking area, Terrace, Wi-Fi for special events, Xerox/fax in business center: Daily housekeeping? YES! I'd lose my mind too fast if I had to clean my room every day. Contactless check-in/out? Smart. Concierge? Great for when I inevitably lose my way trying to find the best gelato. A gift shop? Gotta grab a souvenir that I'll probably regret buying later.
Family Friendly Hotel: For the Kids (And the Perpetually Young at Heart).
- Babysitting service, Family/child friendly, Kids facilities, Kids meal: If you're travelling with your minions, this is gold. Babysitting is essential for a moment of peace and quiet. And they better have good kid-friendly food!
For added value in the hotel: The fact that the building seems to have a shrine and offers a proposal spot suggests the hotel is more of a lifestyle of luxury than just a lodging.
Rooms: The Sacred Space Where You Actually Live
**Available in all rooms, Additional toilet, Air conditioning, Alarm clock, Bathrobes, Bathroom phone, Bathtub, Blackout curtains, Carpeting, Closet, Coffee/tea maker, Complimentary tea, Daily housekeeping, Desk, Extra long bed, Free bottled water, Hair dryer, High floor, In-room safe box, Interconnecting room(s) available, Internet access – LAN, Internet access – wireless, Ironing facilities, Laptop workspace, Linens, Mini bar, Mirror, Non-smoking, On-demand movies, Private bathroom, Reading light, Refrigerator, Safety/security feature, Satellite/cable channels, Scale, Seating area, Separate shower/bathtub, Shower, Slippers, Smoke detector, Socket near the bed, Sofa, Soundproofing, Telephone, Toiletries, Towels, Umbrella, Visual alarm, Wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free], Window that opens.
The Highlights: Blackout curtains are a MUST. I love to sleep when I travel, so those are a huge plus. Free Wi-Fi (again – thank you!), a coffee/tea maker, and complimentary tea – these are the things that make me happy. Bathtubs are a nice touch and good for some relaxation. A laptop workspace? Essential if you are a digital nomad like me!
The Quirks: "Bathroom phone?" Is it a 1980s flashback? Who calls the bathroom? Okay, I'm going to say it; a scale? I would prefer it never existed!
Imperfection: I can get rid of smoking areas and replace them with non-smoking rooms. It is very good to offer a smoke-free environment.
Getting Around: Navigating the Concrete Jungle (Or Just the Hotel Lobby)
- Airport transfer, Bicycle parking, Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site], Car power charging station, Taxi service, Valet parking: Free parking? YES! (I'm cheap, what can I say?). If I need to go outside, there is a taxi service, so I
Okay, buckle up, Buttercup. This isn't your perfectly-polished travel brochure. This is the REAL DEAL. My attempt at a Country Inn & Suites Roseville – St. Paul Minneapolis trip? Buckle up, because I'm not promising perfection. More like "what-the-heck-just-happened" moments.
The Highly Unofficial, Probably Disorganized, Definitely Opinionated Roseville Ramble:
Day 1: Arrival & Mild Panic (Plus Questionable Breakfast)
- Time: 2:00 PM - Officially check-in. Unofficially? I’m sweating bullets because the GPS on my rental car (which I’m already convinced has a vendetta against me) led me on some scenic route involving a cow farm. The only thing scenic about it was the rising panic in my chest.
- Location: Country Inn & Suites, Roseville. Ah, the promised land. Or at least, the land with a free continental breakfast, which, let’s be honest, is the real measure of a budget hotel's worth.
- Event: Check-in was relatively smooth. The front desk lady seemed genuinely happy, which is a good sign. Room key? Check. Luggage (mostly)? Check. Then I opened the door to my room and, I swear, I saw one of those decorative cushions give me a judgmental look. I'm already questioning my life choices.
- Lunch: I'm ravenous! Found a nearby Chipotle. It was the EXACT Chipotle I'd expected, which is somehow both comforting and deeply depressing.
- Afternoon: The hotel pool. Or, as I like to call it, the "Pool of Questionable Hygiene." I saw one kid clearly peeing. I opted for the indoor hot tub. It smelled vaguely of chlorine and existential dread. I'm not gonna lie - I spent a solid 15 minutes staring at the bubbles, thinking about everything.
- Evening: After the pool of death trap, dinner at a random restaurant I found on Yelp. I was so hungry I almost cried. I overate. I regret nothing. It was a burger the size of my head. And the fries! Oh, the fries… glorious, salty, crispy fries.
- Bedtime: Sleep. I’m exhausted. The air conditioning is blowing right on me, and I'm pretty sure my pillowcase is a permanent shade of "stressed-out tourist."
Day 2: The Mall of America and Existential Retail Therapy (Plus a Pizza Debacle)
- Time: 9:00 AM - Breakfast! The real reason I’m here, right? Let's be honest, the continental breakfast is a mixed bag. The waffles are… there. The yogurt is… yogurt. The coffee? Strong enough to revive Lazarus.
- Location: Mall of America, baby! Buckle up, because I'm about to enter retail nirvana (or, maybe, slightly overwhelming hell).
- Event: The Mall of America. Where do I even begin? It's a MONSTROSITY. The sheer scale of it! I got lost within the first five minutes. Twice. Did I mention the people? Oh, the PEOPLE! I swear, I saw a group of teenagers dressed as… I don’t even know. I just… wandered. I bought a weird t-shirt. I ate a ridiculously overpriced pretzel. I rode a roller coaster (the one with the loops! I actually almost threw up. The fear! The thrills! The shame!)
- Lunch: Pizza. Or, rather, the attempt at pizza. I ordered a slice from a place that looked promising. It arrived. It was… a tragedy. The crust was like cardboard. The cheese tasted of sadness. I took two bites and threw it away (much to my immediate regret, given the price of everything else!).
- Afternoon: More mall wandering. I spent WAY too long in a bookstore. Found a book that was completely my vibe. I considered buying all the books in the store. I don't regret not buying all the books in the store.
- Evening: After the mall, a show. Because, you know. Culture. I don't remember the name of the show, and the details are hazy - mostly because I think I fell asleep for a solid hour. The snack bar was probably the highlight of the evening.
- Bedtime: Back at the hotel, exhausted. I'm pretty sure I saw a tiny, fuzzy creature scurry across the hallway. (Okay, maybe it was a dust bunny, but in my mind, it was a tiny, fuzzy creature plotting my demise).
Day 3: Artsy Dreams & Waffle Wakeup (Plus the Great Coffee Crisis)
- Time: 8:00 AM - The Great Waffle Incident of '24. I attempted to operate the waffle maker. It… well, it resulted in a waffle that was more like a burnt hockey puck. I salvaged a corner. I survived.
- Location: Art. The only art I’ve seen so far has included some very questionable décor in the hotel room, so I needed to fix this.
- Event: The museum was… good. I like art. I don't always understand art, but I appreciate the… effort. There were lots of people with big glasses, deep thoughts, and carefully curated outfits. I felt underdressed in jeans and a slightly-stained t-shirt. I did some serious people-watching. That’s an art form, right?
- Lunch: Pretzel again. Because I didn't learn my lesson the first time. I also had a very mediocre coffee. The coffee situation in this hotel is… dire. I'm pretty sure they're brewing it with sadness. At least the pretzels were… warm?
- Afternoon: Some walking. I needed fresh air. I wandered. I discovered a park. It was nice. There were squirrels. One of them glared at me. I swear, these squirrels have attitude.
- Evening: Pack. Think. Worry. Remember I have to go back to work.
- Bedtime: Sleep. I think. I hope. The hotel will probably have a weird, fluorescent light that shines right next to my face, will annoy me, wake me up at least two or three times, but it's also a part of the trip.
Day 4: Departure & The Post-Trip Blues (Plus the Unexpected Warmth)
- Time: 8:00 AM - Continental breakfast one last time. I ate three waffles. I'm not even sorry.
- Location: The airport. Freedom!
- Event: Check out. I swear to the hotel staff that I didn't break anything (this time). I hit the road.
- Afternoon: The flight. Everything went fine, but I was completely exhausted.
- Evening: Back home. I miss the waffles. I miss the weirdness. I miss the… everything. The hotel wasn't perfect. The coffee was awful. But… there was something about it. The unexpected warmth of the staff. The quiet moments in the hot tub. The people-watching. The chaos. It’s the imperfection that made it real.
- Post-Trip: The Post-Trip Blues are real. But so are the memories. And, you know what? I might just go back. If only for those terrible waffles.
So, what *is* this "thing," anyway? (Like, what's the headline?)
Ugh, fine. You want the elevator pitch? Let's just say it's... well, it's about *stuff*. The kind of stuff nobody really asks on the first date. Things that keep you up at 3 am, staring at the ceiling, wondering if you REALLY need that extra slice of pizza. It's the things that are supposed to be the "right" things but never feel it. The "shoulds". The "coulds". And the "oh-crap-I-did-that-again" moments. Does that even make sense? Probably not. But hey, welcome!
What exactly are we NOT talking about? (Just to clear things up)
Okay, here's the ground rules. We are NOT going to discuss politics, unless it somehow organically bleeds into a broader point about... well, life, I guess. We're also avoiding hardcore technical jargon – unless I get REALLY excited. Because I am not, in any way, a technical person. Also, no relationship advice. I'm the single one in the friend circle. Unless you want advice on how *not* to do things in relationships. Then I'm your person! And, if you're expecting polished, perfect answers? Turn back now. My brain works like a tangled ball of yarn. You have been warned.
Is this going to be *useful*? (Or just a waste of precious scrolling time?)
Look, "useful" is a subjective term, right? My goal isn't to solve world hunger or invent a self-folding laundry system (though, OMG, please someone invent a self-folding laundry system). It's more about... making you maybe think, or maybe *feel* something. Preferably something other than the existential dread of an empty fridge. Or maybe, you are just going to laugh and roll your eyes. I'm aiming for both. If you stumble away with some fresh perspective or a slightly better understanding of why my brain is wired this way, then heck yeah, it's "useful." If not... well, there are cat videos online.
Okay, so you're going to talk about *yourself* a lot, aren't you?
Guilty as charged. I have a hard time NOT talking about my experiences. It's how I make sense of the world, and honestly, it's how I make sense of ME. So, yes, there will be stories. Embarrassing stories. Uplifting stories. Stories that probably won't connect at all. You've been warned. Seriously, you probably will find the stories irrelevant and weird. That's fine too! Also, get ready, because I have a LOT of feelings. Like, a LOT. I'm that person who cries at commercials, and who also screams at bad drivers... so yeah, strap in.
What about... *things*? Like, material things?
Ah, the lure of the material world. I can go on about this for YEARS. I have a complicated relationship with "things." On one hand, I *love* a good purchase. The feel of a new notebook, the gleam of a well-made pan. On the other hand, I get all anxious and stressed about CONSUMPTION! I spent a solid three weeks of my life agonizing over whether I REALLY needed a new pair of running shoes the *exact same brand* as the ones I already had, just in a slightly different color. (I...I did buy the shoes by the way. Ugh. The internet got me. Okay, I'm getting off topic.) So, yes, material possessions might pop up. They reflect life. I'll confess my shopping habits if you share yours!
Speaking of obsessions... what are the other big themes here?
This is where it gets really messy. I'm a big fan of talking about the meaning of life. And, like, big questions about happiness, success, failure – you know, the good stuff. I also get REAL into the daily grind. The tiny struggles and quiet triumphs. The feeling of "being stuck" and the joy of finally breaking through. I also adore food! And books. And the occasional existential crisis fueled by a double shot of espresso. And I will probably write more about the double shot of espresso. Okay, I'll stop. But also.. I'm not going to.
I'm suddenly feeling… overwhelmed. What if I disagree with everything? What if I don't "get" it?
First of all: That's okay! Seriously. Disagreement is awesome. If you're thinking, "This person is completely bonkers," then congratulations! You have a valid opinion. The point isn't to convert you or win you over. It's to, I hope, spark something. You can feel completely indifferent, or flat-out annoyed, and still get something out of this (Maybe a laugh? A moment of "huh"?). And hey, if you completely disagree... send me your thoughts! (Though, please be gentle. I'm sensitive. ...Okay really sensitive.)
Okay, fine… but what if I find something *really* relatable? Like, a story that hits close to home?
Oh man. Then… then we've connected. That's the goal, really. If the random ramblings and the tangents and the oversharing resonate with you? That would be the best. If it makes you feel less alone in this whole crazy world, even just for a few minutes? That's everything. Please know that I too have bad days. Moments where I don't fit in. And you will probably find things *you* can relate to.
So, what's the *real* point of all this? Why are you even doing this?
Okay, deep breath. Here comes the vulnerable part. Honestly? I'm doing this because I need to. Because I constantly have a million thoughts swirling around in my head, and if I don't get them OUT, I'll explode. (Probably literally.) Also, to connect with someone. To feel less like I'm shouting into the void. To maybe, *maybe*, make a difference in someone's day, even if it's just a tiny,Blog Hotel Search Site
