Red Bluff Getaway: Super 8's Unbeatable Deals!
Red Bluff Getaway: Super 8's "Unbeatable Deals"… Or, My Weekend of Questionable Choices and Surprisingly Okay Coffee. (A Review That's Probably Too Long)
Okay, so let's be honest. When you hear "Super 8" and "Red Bluff," your expectations probably aren't soaring. Mine weren't. But hey, "Super 8's Unbeatable Deals!" - the marketing was screaming at me, and my wallet was whispering back, "Fine, let's do it." Thus began my Red Bluff Getaway. Buckle up, because this is less a polished review and more a collection of my somewhat messy thoughts and (occasionally) questionable decisions.
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Getting There & Getting Inside (Accessibility & Other Initial Impressions)
Right away, let's talk Accessibility. The website claimed to be accessible, but I'm not going to lie, I didn't test it. I'm ambulatory, so I didn't need to. But it's a glaring omission on my part. I will say the Elevator was there, which is a good start. Car parking [free of charge] was plentiful, which is crucial in a town like Red Bluff. CCTV in common areas and CCTV outside property made me feel… reasonably safe, though it also felt a bit like living in a fishbowl. And the Front desk [24-hour]? Always a bonus when you're prone to late-night hunger pangs (more on that later). Check-in/out [express] was available, which is excellent for time savers like me.
The Room: My Temporary Fortress… or, the Place Where I Left My Sanity?
Okay, the room. Let's dissect this beauty, shall we? Air conditioning – Hallelujah! (Especially after a scorching afternoon). Free Wi-Fi in all rooms? Score! I mean, it worked… most of the time. I'm thinking maybe they should invest in a better router? However, the Wi-Fi did come in clutch in my Laptop workspace. I was able to work remotely for a while. Air conditioning I could control? Praise the lord. Alarm clock? (I haven't used an alarm clock in probably a decade, but it was there). Free bottled water? Nice touch. Coffee/tea maker? Lifesaver. The coffee wasn’t great, but it was hot and caffeinated. That, my friends, is all that matters after a long drive. The Mini bar was sadly empty. Guess I'd have to survive by visiting nearby stores.
My room… it was a Non-smoking room. I would have preferred a smoking room to be honest. In all seriousness--I appreciate the options. I also appreciated the Blackout curtains, which were crucial for warding off the relentless California sun. A Mirror in the room was also nice for checking how I look. Daily housekeeping was also great--you know when you need a clean sweep?
There's a Separate shower/bathtub, and I didn't use either. I took the shower--it worked. The Bathrobes was missing. I guess I was expecting a fancier hotel.
Things to Do (Spoiler Alert: Red Bluff Isn't Vegas)
Let's be frank: Red Bluff isn't exactly a bustling metropolis. The "Things to do" list is… short. The hotel itself doesn’t have a lot of… things. The Fitness center was there, but I couldn't find it. The Swimming pool [outdoor] was the most exciting thing. Honestly, it wasn't the Ritz, but the water was clean and it was… open. It was the perfect way to relax.
The hotel’s Terrace was probably my favorite thing. I smoked a cigar there.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking (My Personal Hell, Briefly)
Okay, this is where things got… interesting. The Breakfast [buffet] situation was… well, it was a buffet. There was Asian breakfast and Western breakfast and I am happy with both. I'm more of a cereal-and-grab-a-banana kinda guy, to be honest. The Coffee/tea in restaurant was also good. The Snack bar was a sad selection of chips and candy. There was a Poolside bar but it was closed (again, this wasn't a fancy resort).
Now, because I’m a creature of habit (and because I was lazy), I ended up ordering Room service [24-hour]… which was essentially a pizza from somewhere else. I’m not proud of this decision, but the pizza was shockingly good. I ate it in my underwear while watching… well, let's just say I was watching something intensely stimulating. Important note: Ensure your door is locked.
Cleanliness and Safety (Because We All Care, Deep Down)
Honestly, I was impressed. The room felt clean. The Room sanitization opt-out available was a nice touch (I didn’t opt out, because I’m germaphobic). Individually-wrapped food options were available at breakfast. The availability of options like, Hand sanitizer, Staff trained in safety protocol, Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, and Rooms sanitized between stays, all pointed to a hotel that took cleanliness seriously, even if there was an obvious cost-cutting. More importantly, the Safe dining setup.
Services and Conveniences (The Mostly Okay Stuff)
The Concierge was… not present. But hey, they did have Cash withdrawal. The Convenience store was limited. The Laundry service was nice, but I did not use it. They also had Elevator, which, again, is a good thing. The Doorman was not around. Luggage storage was a great touch.
For the Kids (I Don't Have Any, But… Well, Someone Does)
I don't have kids. But, the Babysitting service was unavailable.
The Verdict: Would I Go Back?
Honestly? Maybe. If I'm ever back in Red Bluff (and let's be real, that's a long shot), and I'm on a budget, the Super 8 gets the job done. It's not luxurious, it's not fancy, but it's clean, it's accessible, and the coffee, despite my skepticism, was drinkable. It's a solid, and sometimes imperfect, choice. The "Unbeatable Deals" marketing? Well, it's probably not unbeatable, but compared to some of the other stuff on the side of I-5, it's a deal.
Final Thought: Don't go expecting a spa day. Go expecting a practical space. And then maybe bring your own nice coffee. And definitely lock the door when ordering pizza in your underwear. You've been warned.
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Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't your polished travel brochure. This is the Super 8 Diaries of Red Bluff, California. Population: Apparently, more than I expected needed a roadside motel. Here we go…
Day 1: Arrival & Resignation (Mostly) at the Super 8
- 1:00 PM: Arrive at the Super 8. Let's be real, the photos online… ahem, lied. The lobby smells faintly of chlorine and… is that old pizza? Ah well, gotta embrace the charm. (Which, let’s be honest, is a very, very loose term here.) The front desk guy, bless his heart, looks like he's seen things. I catch his name tag says "Gary". Gary is currently wrestling with a printer that appears to have declared open war. Seems like he's on his own here.
- 1:15 PM: Key in hand. Room 217. Praying for no bedbugs. I mean, is that even a reasonable thing to pray for in a Super 8? Probably not. It's close to the vending machine, which is a plus. I consider the possibility of a snack run later.
- 1:30 PM: Room assessment. Okay… it could be worse. The carpet is a vibrant, questionable shade of… what is that, "Institutional Beige"? The TV is comically small, and the remote probably has a mind of its own. The bedspread? We're not even going to talk about the bedspread. It screams "1980s time capsule". On the upside, the air conditioning does work. So, tiny victories!
- 2:00 PM: A quick jaunt to the vending machine proves fruitless. The machine consumes my dollar bill. I mutter a string of unprintable words -- mostly directed at the machine and Gary.
- 2:30 PM - 5:00 PM: I spend a solid couple of hours flipping channels, half-heartedly reading a book, and staring out the window at the highway. I watch the cars go by. I judge them. I start to wonder if I'm the only person who's ever stayed at this Super 8. Am I in some sort of weird portal?
- 5:00 PM: I wander over to a local burger joint. It's called "The Burger Barn". Let me tell you, this place is an experience. The burgers are greasy, the fries are perfectly crisp, and the locals give me a warm, curious gaze. I'm pretty sure someone is watching me the entire time. I love it.
- 6:30 PM: Back at the Super 8. I contemplate the existential dread of a long night in a questionable motel. I decide to go for a walk until it's dark.
- 7:00 PM - 8:30 PM: Back at the Super 8. The darkness has finally arrived. The air conditioning now roars as I flip between an episode of "Forensic Files" and the local news. The local news is a gold mine of small-town intrigue. A cat stuck in a tree! A bake sale! A fire at the local bowling alley! Oh, Red Bluff, you weird and wonderful place.
- 9:00 PM: I crack open the mini-bar. No, wait. There's no mini-bar. I eat some slightly stale cookies that I bought at the gas station.
- 10:00 PM: The bedspread stares back at me.
Day 2: A River Runs Through It (Maybe)
- 7:00 AM: Wake up to the sound of… nothing. Which is actually quite nice for a change.
- 7:30 AM: FREE BREAKFAST! The savior of all Super 8 experiences. You have your standard fare: waffles, sad-looking cereal, and instant coffee that barely resembles coffee. I opt for the waffle with a generous helping of syrup. In my current state of consciousness, it tastes like heaven.
- 8:30 AM: I decide to attempt some sightseeing. I feel compelled to actually do stuff, you know? The Sacramento River is on the list. Apparently, it's a big deal in these parts.
- 9:00 AM - 11:00 AM: Explore the Sacramento River. The river is majestic. Huge. The sun is shining. The air smells like… well, water and trees. I find a bench and just sit. I sit there for a very long time. I'm starting to understand why people like nature so much. Maybe I'm becoming a different person. Maybe I'm just really tired.
- 11:00 AM - 12:00 PM: I go back to the motel. I order pizza. They deliver at the Super 8!
- 12:00 PM - 2:00 PM: I think I am losing my mind. I have a pizza, and a new TV show. Maybe the real journey is the friends we made along the way.
- 2:00 PM - 4:00 PM: I check out of the Super 8 because I need to go home; however, I'm not entirely sure I want to leave.
Final Thoughts:
Red Bluff, you surprised me. The Super 8, not so much. But hey, even in a place that's seen better days, you can find a little bit of charm, a whole lot of weird, and maybe, just maybe, a moment of genuine escape. And the best part? It's all a story to tell, right? Right. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go disinfect my luggage.
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So... What *exactly* makes these deals "unbeatable"? Because, and be honest, I've seen some questionable "deals" in my day...
Okay, alright, let's be real. "Unbeatable" might be a *slight* exaggeration. My Aunt Mildred swore by this place, you know? Said it was the only place that didn't give her a nosebleed from the altitude. Which, fair enough - Red Bluff *is* up there. But "unbeatable" mostly means, well... *cheap*. You gotta catch 'em at the right time, during the week, maybe, or right before the rodeo. And honestly, sometimes the "deal" is just the *lack* of a steeper price tag. It's more like, "Hey, at least you're *not* sleeping in your car!"
What kind of rooms are we talking about? Like, does "Super 8" translate to "Super... Cozy and Charming?"
Haha, charming? Let's just say, charm is... a subjective concept. Imagine a room that's been witness to *a lot*. Maybe a bachelor party, maybe a family reunion gone sideways. Think… functional. Clean-ish. The beds? Okay, they're beds. They *exist*. The pillows? Well, you might want to bring your own. I once stayed there, and the *smell*… it was a combination of stale cigarettes, industrial cleaner, and… *something* that I couldn't quite identify. But hey, after a long drive, you'll probably pass out anyway.
Oh, and the TV? Don't expect a crystal-clear picture. More like… a static-y suggestion of a picture. But, hey, you've got basic cable. Which, in 2024, is kind of a miracle, isn't it?
(Also, I *swear* I saw a weird stain on the carpet once that resembled... well, I'm not going to get into it.)
Okay, Breakfast. Is it worth waking up for that "continental" breakfast? Or should I just hit the local diner?
Alright, this. This is a *key* question. The continental breakfast at Super 8? Let's just say it fuels… a certain kind of desperation. Think: pre-packaged pastries that have the texture of drywall, instant coffee that tastes like burnt pennies, and fruit that has seen better days. They *usually* have cereal, but it's the kind that gets soggy the *instant* you add milk. The waffles? I've had a love/hate thing with em, and they're usually the only thing saving me. One time, I just skipped it entirely and went to that greasy spoon down the street. Best decision of my life. So, unless you're REALLY strapped for cash or have a burning desire for beige food, skip it. And go to the diner. Trust me.
Is there a pool? Because a dip sounds kinda nice after a long drive.
Oh, the pool. Listen, the pool is a *mystery*. I've stayed at the Red Bluff Super 8 maybe ten times, and I've only seen the pool open... twice. Once, it was green. Like, actual, slime-monster green. The other time? It was… functional, I guess? The water was chilly, there were a few rogue leaves floating around, and the chlorine smell could peel paint. My advice? Don't get your hopes up. Pack a towel, just in case. But don't be surprised if it's either closed, under repair, or harboring some sort of aquatic life form.
I'm getting flashbacks of that green pool water now... Eegh.
What about the staff? Are they friendly? Helpful? Or are they, you know… seen things?
Okay, the staff. This part is a gamble. Sometimes, you get the kindest, most overworked soul who genuinely seems happy to help. They'll give you extra towels, offer a friendly chat, and maybe even point you to the best taco stand in town. Other times... well, it's like they've seen a ghost. A very tired, seen-too-much-in-one-shift ghost. They're efficient, they're polite, but you can tell they've dealt with a LOT of shenanigans. Just be nice, and hopefully, they'll reciprocate. I once saw a poor desk clerk trying to wrangle a VERY irate guest over a missing remote control... it was a masterclass in customer service, if I do say so myself.
Okay, let's say I booked it. What are some *realistic* expectations for the Super 8 Red Bluff experience?
Alright, here's the gospel according to me: Expect a place to sleep. Expect it to be... clean-ish. Expect the price to be low. Expect… the unexpected. My honest experience is, you know you are not checking into the Plaza. You are checking into a stopover. A place to rest your weary bones at the end of a long day. You're probably not going to write home about it. You *might* get a good night's sleep. You *might* find a few quirky characters in the parking lot. You might even stumble upon a surprisingly delicious diner nearby.
Just remember: it's an experience. A *budget* experience. Embrace the weirdness. Own the imperfections. Pack your own pillow. And for goodness sake, don't expect a spa. Unless the spa in question is a really, REALLY long shower with lukewarm water. Now, *that* you might get.
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