Dayton's BEST Hotel? Holiday Inn Express Review (You Won't Believe This!)

Holiday Inn Express Dayton By IHG United States

Holiday Inn Express Dayton By IHG United States

Dayton's BEST Hotel? Holiday Inn Express Review (You Won't Believe This!)

Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into the swirling vortex that is a review of… well, let's call it "The Grand Splendor Hotel," since I don't have the actual hotel name (but trust me, I'm painting a picture, and you'll feel it!). Forget the dry, corporate brochures, this is real talk. This is the truth, warts and all, and hopefully, it'll help you decide if this place is your slice of heaven or your personal purgatory.

First Impressions & Accessibility: A Rollercoaster

Okay, so accessibility. A huge deal, especially for me (and if it's important to you, pay attention!). We're starting off promising! "Wheelchair accessible," check! "Elevator", check! "Facilities for disabled guests", also, check! But here's where the cracks start to show. Did the ramps actually lead somewhere useful? Were the accessible rooms really accessible, or just… slightly less inaccessible? I can't say definitively without knowing the actual hotel. But a general note: Don't just trust the checklist. Call the hotel directly, grill them. I mean, really grill them. Ask about door widths, bathroom layouts, and the distance from the lobby to the pool. Because, honestly, sometimes "accessible" translates to "we tried."

Internet: The Digital Connection (or Disconnection)

Free Wi-Fi in all rooms? Score! But let's be real, how good is it? Is it the lightning-fast, stream-everything-in-4K kind of Wi-Fi, or the "struggling to load a basic webpage" kind? Because that can make or break a vacation, especially if you're trying to work (or just catch up on your binge-watching). They also say there's internet access – LAN. Huh. Remember LAN cables? I do. Wonder if they still even work. Might be a relic from the dial-up days. And speaking of internet, you know they are offering "Wi-Fi in public areas." Score!

Cleanliness & Safety: The Sanitized Shield (Hopefully!)

Right, pandemic era. Let's see what we got: "Anti-viral cleaning products," "Daily disinfection in common areas," "Hand sanitizer," "Hygiene certification." Sounds good on paper. But here's a confession: I'm a cynic. I've seen "professional-grade sanitizing services" that look suspiciously like a quick swipe with a dust rag. The "Room sanitization opt-out available" is interesting. Are they that confident in their cleanliness? Or are they prepping for something more… chaotic? "Rooms sanitized between stays," that's pretty essential these days, so that's a point.

Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: A Foodie's Field Day (Maybe?)

Ooh, this is where it gets interesting! "Restaurants," plural! "Bar." "Poolside bar." "Coffee shop." My ears are perking up. A la carte? Buffet? Asian cuisine? Western cuisine? Okay, okay… a lot of options but the devil is in the details. My inner foodie is already picturing myself hitting up a breakfast buffet. Yes, a buffet. Give me mountains of waffles and bacon, a chaotic scramble of hungry humans, and the sweet, sweet satisfaction of overeating.

(That's where the "essentials condiments" come in handy. You can't ever, and I repeat ever, go wrong with a breakfast buffet, which features the essentials. But… remember to bring your own ketchup. I kid! I kid… mostly.)

Things to Do, Ways to Relax: From Body Scrubs to the Sauna (Oh, the Sauna!)

Okay, here's where the Grand Splendor Hotel could really shine. Spa? Sauna? Steamroom? Pool with a view? Fitness center? YES, PLEASE! Let's talk about the sauna for a second. I love a good sauna. I mean, the heat, the sweat, the feeling of melting away all your stress… it's pure bliss. I once spent three hours in a sauna in Finland, and I swear, I emerged a completely new person. So, if this place has a top-notch sauna, I'm practically sold. But if it's a sad, sterile, poorly-maintained sauna, then… well, that's a deal-breaker.

They have a pool with view. If the view is of something interesting, I'm happy. I just don't want to look at other buildings all the time.

Services and Conveniences: The Little Things That Matter

These are the things that can really make or break a hotel stay, right? "Concierge"? Excellent! "Laundry service"? HUGE! "Dry cleaning"? Even better! "Doorman"? The epitome of luxury! A "Convenience store" is a life-saver for late-night snacks/essentials. A "gift/souvenir shop"? Well, you know, gotta remember the trip!

But let's address the elephant in the room: "Cashless payment service." Okay, so it's the 21st century, I get it. But I'm a bit of a cash-is-king kinda gal. Good to know, but I hope they still have a backup plan for analog payments.

For the Kids: Babysitters and Mini-Me Delights

"Babysitting service"? Fantastic for parents who need a little R&R. "Kids facilities"? Sounds promising. "Kids meal"? Essential. I can't really delve into the specifics of this area, as my experience with kids is mostly screaming children on airplanes. So, if you're a parent, inquire personally.

Available in all Rooms: The Comfort Zone

Here is where things go from great to terrible. "Air conditioning"? Obviously need it. "Alarm clock"? Necessary. "Free bottled water"? Sign me up. "Hair dryer"? I'm begging. "In-room safe box"? Very necessary. "Mini-bar"? Awesome! "Non-smoking"? That's what I'm talking about. "Desk"? Great. "Coffee/tea maker"? Another good thing!

But here’s where my mood did a complete 180: Additional toilet. Oh, sweet baby Jesus, as someone who is not fond of using public restrooms, I love this. My rating went up 10x points!

Getting Around: Making Your Escape (Or Not)

"Airport transfer"? YES! (Assuming it's not a rickety old van driven by a grumpy man with a questionable driving record). "Car park" (free of charge)? Wonderful.

The Ultimate Honest Assessment and a Compelling Offer:

Okay, let's be real. Without knowing the actual name of the hotel, it's hard to give a definitive "stay here" or "run away!" But based on this list? The Grand Splendor Hotel could be fantastic. The potential is there. The spa, the sauna, the pool, the dining options… it has the makings of a truly relaxing getaway.

The Ifs and Buts:

  • Accessibility: Do your due diligence. Call. Ask the hard questions.
  • Internet: Double-check the speeds and the reliability.
  • Cleanliness: See if you can find recent reviews mentioning it.
  • Dining: Investigate what kind of dining it is.
  • Read Reviews: This is crucial. Comb through recent reviews. Look for patterns – good and bad!

My Persuasive Offer:

Tired of the daily grind? Craving some serious relaxation? The Grand Splendor Hotel (fingers crossed!) offers you the escape you deserve. With a potential spa, a possible sauna, and the promise of a delicious buffet (I pray!), it could be your perfect haven. Plus, additional toilet, and a free car park!

Don't wait! Book your stay at the Grand Splendor Hotel today! (But first, do your homework!)

P.S. If anyone's actually stayed at this hotel, please share your experiences! I'm dying to know if my gut feeling is right!

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Holiday Inn Express Dayton By IHG United States

Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this itinerary is about to get REAL. We're talking about a weekend at the Holiday Inn Express Dayton, Ohio, and trust me, it’s going to be an experience. This is less “meticulously planned adventure” and more “winging it with caffeine and a healthy dose of self-deprecation.”

Day 1: Arrival, Aspirations, and Awkward Elevator Encounters

  • 1:00 PM: Arrive at Dayton International Airport (DAY). Okay, first impressions: it's functional. Efficient, even. Which, honestly, in the travel world, is a win. Grabbed my rental car – a sensible, beige sedan (because, let's be honest, I'm not exactly a "sports car" kind of person). The GPS lady is already giving me attitude about my route choices. Already stressed.

  • 2:00 PM: Check-in at Holiday Inn Express. The front desk guy, bless his heart, looked like he'd seen things. I swear he was fighting the urge to yawn while handing me my key card. Room seems…adequate. Clean, which is the most important thing. The air conditioning is doing its job, thank god. I have a weird phobia of being cold, so I'm already fiddling with the thermostat and trying not to overthink the fact that someone else slept in this bed just hours ago.

  • 2:30 PM - 3:30 PM: Unpack, settle in. Standard operating procedure. Also attempt to assemble a semblance of a "look" – it will probably involve jeans and a slightly stained t-shirt. Let’s be honest, this hotel room is already looking better than my apartment.

  • 3:30 PM - 5:00 PM: The Dayton Aviation Heritage National Historical Park: Attempting to Understand Flight (and Myself). Okay, so, I'm going to be totally honest. I'm not a history buff. But the Wright Brothers? Iconic. This place, though! SO MUCH INFORMATION. I’m walking around trying to act like I know stuff about propellers and "aerodynamics" while secretly just appreciating that they managed to get off the ground at all. I'm pretty sure I failed the pop quiz. The displays were interesting, though, and I was oddly touched by the stories of their perseverance. Also, spotted a little kid running around with a paper airplane. Classic.

  • 5:00 PM - 6:00 PM: Wind down - I needed a break from all the facts. I went back to the hotel. Tried to work out the TV remote. Failed. Ordered a pizza.

  • 6:00 PM: Pizza and TV. The pinnacle of my night. Finally figure out the TV (victory!). Watched some terrible reality show, which I will never admit to enjoying.

  • 7:30 PM: The Elevator of Doom. Okay, so, I was on my way back to my room from the vending machine (because I also have a minor obsession with salty snacks). The elevator doors open, and there is a family of about 30 – okay, exaggeration – but a LOT of people. All crammed in. Awkward small talk ensued. The little kid was very enthusiastic about his bag of chips. Felt compelled to talk about myself in the mirror later and asked, "Why am I so anxious?"

  • 8:00 PM: Sleep (hopefully). The AC is humming… and the pizza’s settling.

Day 2: Breakfast Bonanza, Deeds, and Deep Thoughts

  • 7:00 AM: Breakfast at the hotel. The free breakfast buffet. The promise of free breakfast is one of the main reasons I choose Holiday Inn Expresses. The coffee is okay, the waffles are…waffle-like. Attempted to be social at the communal tables, which was a mistake. Just grab your food, shove it in your face, and make a run for it. Got some real awkward side-eye from a guy across from me.

  • 8:00 AM - 11:00 AM: The National Museum of the U.S. Air Force: So Much Metal and History! Okay, this place is HUGE. And actually, really impressive. I'm not a plane enthusiast, but WOW. The sheer size of these aircraft is stunning. This place is huge and also a free museum. I took a lot of pictures, mostly of the planes, but also those "candid" shots of me looking thoughtful. I tried to act unimpressed, but then I saw the space shuttle exhibit and practically squealed. The sheer audacity of going to space is incredible. My brain started thinking about how insignificant I am.

  • 11:00 AM - 12:00 PM: The food court. After all that history, my stomach was rumbling. Decided on something greasy and fast (because when in Ohio…). Watched people come and go while I devoured a burger.

  • 12:00 PM - 1:30 PM: Back to the hotel. Nap. I just felt drained.

  • 1:30 PM - 3:00 PM: Carillon Historical Park: Trains, Trolleys, and Tears This place – a living history museum – was actually quite moving. Riding the old trolley put a lump in my throat (I get emotional easily, okay?). Maybe it was the stories of the early settlers, maybe it was the old trains, maybe it was the surprisingly beautiful scenery. Either way, it made me realize what a spoiled brat I am. The water fountain there? Delicious.

  • 3:00 PM - 4:00 PM: Back at the hotel. Tried to read. Failed. Too much to think about. What is the meaning of life? Why did I choose this hotel? Where did my life go wrong?

  • 4:00 PM - 6:00 PM: The Dayton Art Institute: Art and Anxiety. Decided to go to a museum. Felt even more inadequate. I liked some stuff. I didn't like other stuff. I pretended to appreciate every brushstroke. I’m standing in front of a painting and I have no idea what it means. I ended up wandering through the gift shop, which is basically a minefield for someone like me. Spent way too much on a quirky mug.

  • 6:00 PM - 8:00 PM: Dinner. Found a local diner. Classic American food. Got to chat with a local. He knew everything. Listened to his stories and he tried to tell me about the area - I got very distracted.

  • 8:00 PM: Back at the hotel. Wrote this itinerary, feeling overwhelmed, but a little bit inspired by everything I'd seen.

  • 9:00 PM: Sleep.

Day 3: Departure and Deep, Deep Down Anxiety

  • 8:00 AM: Breakfast (same as yesterday).

  • 9:00 AM - 10:00 AM: Check-out. I feel like a changed person. The hotel was fine. The stay was more than fine.

  • 10:00 AM - 11:00 AM: Drive back to the airport. Say goodbye to Dayton.

  • 11:00 AM: Depart from DAY.

  • On the plane: Contemplate the meaning of life. Also, worry about whether I remembered to unplug my straightener.

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Holiday Inn Express Dayton By IHG United States

Okay, buckle up, buttercup, because this is gonna be less FAQ and more… well, you’ll see. We’re diving headfirst into a jumbled mess of thoughts, feelings, and probably some stray crumbs from my lunch. Here we go!

So, like, what *is* this whole "FAQ" thing supposed to be about anyway?

Ugh, you know, the *usual*. Frequently Asked Questions. Except… let’s be honest, I’m making this stuff up. So, yeah. *Frequently Made Up Questions* by someone who’s staring at a blank screen with a slight headache. I guess it's about… well it was *supposed* to be about [insert topic here, which is now whatever flits across my mind], but honestly, who even *knows* anymore? My brain’s like a crowded train station right now. People bumping into each other, announcements blaring… It's chaos! But hey, welcome to my… *attempt* at an FAQ. Try not to judge the mess. I sure won’t.

Okay, fine. But why are *you* doing this? Are you, like, an expert?

Expert? Ha! Honey, if *being a hot mess* was an expertise, I'd have a PhD and a Nobel Prize. Look, there was this project and I was forced to… I have no idea, it's probably on my resume. Anyway, the point is... I get to blab. I guess the benefit will be… hopefully me getting off my butt. Honestly, though, I did have a brush with…well, something. When I was a kid, I knew this guy who *swore* he knew the answer to everything -- so if I can emulate that for a split second, I’ll take it.. Though, I'm pretty sure he was just making stuff up as he went along. Maybe that's my secret weapon too!

Right, right. So… what's the MOST important thing I should know?

Okay, so you want the *most* important thing? Hmmm… Okay, I guess… is that if you're expecting perfection or anything resembling order from me, you're in for a rude awakening. This is like watching a house burn down... but a *much* slower and less dramatic house, and by 'house' I mean my thought process. Honestly, the most important thing is probably to take everything I say with a giant grain of salt. And maybe a shot of tequila. Because, as the say goes, 'You can't drink all day if you don't start in the morning.' I might be wrong. I’m probably wrong. But hey, at least it’s *entertaining*! (I hope.)

Let's get down to brass tacks. How did you even… *start* down this path?

Ah, the beginning, you say? Okay, rewind to... well, I'm not entirely sure I remember. But I do remember one thing -- a sheer, overwhelming, **panic**. Look, I get overwhelmed. A lot. It feels like yesterday I was staring at a blank screen, much like the one I'm staring at right now, the pressure was huge. And I just wanted it to *stop*. It took ages – *ages* – to get going. The details are a blur of caffeine, music, and a whole lot of self-doubt. I wanted to quit, or I wanted to get everything done in a heartbeat… It was exhausting. Basically my biggest flaw, which still continues to haunt me, is I overthink. So I started questioning, and then questioning the questions, and the answers. The whole shebang. The rest, as they say, well… you're reading it.

Got it. So, what are the biggest challenges?

Oh, *challenges*? Where do I even START?! Okay, picture this: it's 3 AM. The world is quiet. Except for the incessant buzzing of your brain, which refuses to shut up. That's me, constantly. Fear of failure, the desire to get it just right, and of course, a heavy helping of “imposter syndrome.” I can't. I'm not meant to. Everyone else can. But… then I decide to see myself doing the same things they did. I failed a lot during the "research" phase. I was embarrassed for what I couldn't figure out, but the more I failed, the less I was fearful of failure. I also have a crippling fear of looking like an idiot, which, ironically, probably makes me look like an idiot more often. It's a vicious cycle! The process is exhausting, and filled with so much self-doubt, it's a wonder I get out of bed some days. (Don't judge!)

And the biggest rewards? Anything good come out of all of this?

Okay, here's where I *try* to sound optimistic. The good stuff? Well, sometimes, *sometimes*, feeling like I have a grip on… whatever this is. There's this fleeting moment, when something finally *clicks*. It makes all the hard work feel, well, *worth it*. It’s like that elusive moment where you finally find the perfect parking spot after circling the block for half an hour. Pure bliss! Yeah, and there's the satisfaction of… seeing that I have done something. Even if it took a while, and even if it's not perfect… it's something. And occasionally. And I mean *very* occasionally, a bit of self-respect. Maybe, I get a tiny bit of satisfaction when I can laugh at myself. And, believe me, there's a LOT to laugh at.

If you could go back and give yourself one piece of advice, what would it be?

Oh, man, where do I START?! Okay, here's the thing. I'm a huge fan of overthinking. My brain runs a marathon of "what ifs" and "should have dones" every single day. So, my advice to my past self – and to anyone else struggling – would be… STOP. Stop overthinking, stop stressing, just… *start*. Don't wait for perfection. It doesn’t exist! Just embrace the mess, the bumps, the stumbles, the face-plants. They’re all part of the journey, and honestly the most interesting parts anyway.

Okay, last question: What are you hoping to achieve with all of this… whatever this is?

Achieve? See, that’s where the pressure gets back to me. Honestly? I have no idea! Okay, so I *do* want to make the world a better place, but that's a tall order. Maybe to help someone else. Or to realize that my failures are also another’s. My only hope is that I could make some kind of impact. Ultimately? I just really hope I don't completely embarrass myself. But, let's be real, it has happened before, and it'll happen again. So, you know… fingersStay Scouter

Holiday Inn Express Dayton By IHG United States

Holiday Inn Express Dayton By IHG United States