Champaign's BEST Hotel? Holiday Inn Review (You Won't Believe This!)
My Totally Honest (and a Little Messy) Take on [Hotel Name - Let's Pretend It's "The Serene Sapphire"]
Okay, buckle up, because I'm about to spill the tea (complimentary, hopefully!) on "The Serene Sapphire." I'm talking warts and all, folks. Forget the sanitized brochure speak; this is the real deal. And yes, I'm probably going to get a bit carried away.
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First Impressions (and a Bit of a Panic)
I got there. Actually made it after the usual travel chaos. A taxi from the airport (Airport transfer – CHECK!), driver navigated like a pro (Valet parking – also CHECK!). The doorman was slick (Doorman - CHECK!), almost too slick, made me feel like I needed to polish my shoes. And you know what I forgot to pack? Shoe polish. Ugh.
The lobby… well, it was imposing. Think marble, chandeliers, and the kind of quiet where you're afraid to breathe too loud. Getting around was a breeze, though. Super wide hallways? (Elevator - CHECK!), I was pleasantly surprised how easy it was with my friend in a wheelchair (Wheelchair accessible - CHECK!). And the check-in? Contactless! (Contactless check-in/out – CHECK!) Perfect. I'm a germophobe, I admit it.
The Room: Oasis or Overkill?
My room, once I’d finally navigated the maze of corridors, (seriously, I needed a map), was a revelation. Air conditioning that actually WORKED? (Air conditioning – CHECK!) Blackout curtains that obliterated every last ray of sunshine? (Blackout curtains – CHECK!) A bed so comfy I almost wept? (Extra long bed – CHECK!) You know, the kind you could easily get swallowed by. There were also, like, a million pillows. A mountain of pillows.
I am a sucker for decent coffee, and the coffee/tea maker was a life saver. Coffee/tea maker - CHECK! Free Wi-Fi (Free Wi-Fi – CHECK! in all rooms!), and I even got internet [LAN] (Internet [LAN] - CHECK!) - but honestly, I used my phone most of the time. Now, the bathroom… it was massive. Separate shower/bathtub? (Separate shower/bathtub - CHECK!). Additional toilet? (Additional toilet - CHECK!). It felt like a whole other room. Maybe that’s why they call it luxury, you know?
The only downside? The view from the high floor? (High floor - CHECK!) … Was a bit of a building site. Oops. Still, that's life.
Dining: A Feast for the Senses (Mostly)
Right, let’s talk food. This is where things get, well, mixed. The breakfast buffet? (Breakfast [buffet] - CHECK!) Was a glorious, sprawling spectacle. Asian breakfast (Asian breakfast – CHECK!) Western breakfast (Western breakfast - CHECK!), a dizzying array of pastries, fruit, and enough bacon to feed a small army. I indulged. Heavily. A little too much. Let's just say my stomach and I had a long conversation later.
The main restaurant, though! Restaurants - CHECK! (There was one "international," Western cuisine, and a vegetarian restaurant.) I hit up the Italian option one night. Pretty good, but the waiter managed to spill red wine down my pristine white shirt. (Not on the list). Oops. They were very apologetic (Invoice provided – CHECK!), and they cleaned it like a champ. Kudos for that.
The Spa: Bliss…and a Tiny Scare
The spa… oh, the spa. (Spa - CHECK!). I'm a stress bucket, so I was practically vibrating with anticipation. The pool with a view was gorgeous (Pool with view - CHECK!), and the whole place smelled of calming essential oils. I opted for the body scrub and wrap (Body scrub - CHECK!, Body wrap - CHECK!), and I almost drifted off to sleep during one of the treatments. Which, is the point, no?
The steam room and the sauna were pretty good too (Steamroom - CHECK!, Sauna - CHECK!). They even had a foot bath (Foot bath – CHECK!)!
But here’s the thing… I went in the steam room. After maybe 10 minutes, I went a bit woozy, my heart was racing, and I started to panic. I quickly got out, and then had to ask for help. Turns out I’d forgotten to hydrate or eat properly, and the heat was too much. Ugh. Moral of the story? Listen to your body. And bring water.
Fitness Center: Guilt, Sweat, and Respectable Weights
The fitness center, or gym, was there (Gym/fitness - CHECK!), fully equipped, of course. The equipment was modern and the gym was surprisingly spacious (Gym/fitness, Fitness center - CHECK!). I spent an hour on the treadmill (ugh), feeling incredibly guilty about the breakfast buffet. At least the staff were discreet and helpful.
Cleanliness and Safety: A COVID-Era Rundown
Okay, important stuff. Cleanliness and safety? They were really on it. Anti-viral cleaning products were definitely in use (Anti-viral cleaning products - CHECK!), and the staff were wearing masks (Staff trained in safety protocol - CHECK!). Hand sanitizers were everywhere (Hand sanitizer - CHECK!). Rooms were sanitized between stays (Rooms sanitized between stays - CHECK!). Daily disinfection in common areas. (Daily disinfection in common areas - CHECK!). Felt reassuring.
Things to Do (Or Not Do, Depending on Your Mood)
They had a lot going on. (Things to do - CHECK!). Massage - CHECK! Poolside bar - CHECK! The kids’ facilities seemed decent (Kids facilities - CHECK!), although I didn't have any kids, so I couldn't exactly test them. Meeting/banquet facilities - CHECK! I didn't attend any, but I saw people going… (Meetings, Seminars - CHECK!).
Accessibility: Bravo!
Accessibility-wise, The Serene Sapphire really shines. Wheelchair access was excellent throughout the hotel. (Wheelchair Accessible - CHECK!). Elevators, ramps, accessible rooms, and a genuine effort from the staff. This needs to be applauded.
The Verdict: Worth It?
Overall, The Serene Sapphire is a solid choice. It has its flaws, yes (the building site view!), and maybe the luxury is a little over the top, but the good stuff more than outweighs the bad. The staff are genuinely lovely, the amenities are impressive, and the accessibility is a major win.
Final Thoughts:
- The Good: Comfortable rooms, excellent accessibility, great breakfast, the pool, and the spa (once you remember to hydrate!).
- The Bad: The building site view (a temporary problem, hopefully!), and I should have packed shoe polish. Also, maybe ease up on the pastries next time.
- Would I Go Back? Absolutely. Once I’ve saved up enough money. And maybe taken a crash course in steam room etiquette.
Rating: 4 out of 5 Stars (with a potential extra star if they start including shoe polish in the room!)
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your sanitized, Instagram-filtered travel guide. This is my take on a weekend at the Holiday Inn Champaign, and it's gonna be… well, it's gonna be me. Prepare for the glorious mess.
Holiday Inn Champaign: Operation Re-Charge (and Maybe Regret Some Choices)
Friday:
3:00 PM - Arrival & the Great Room Reveal (and the Quest for Parking): Okay, first impressions are… Holiday-Inn-y. You know that feeling? Like, it smells like a cross between chlorine, ambition, and slightly stale air-conditioning. Finding parking was, let's just say, an adventure. Ended up circling like a vulture for a good ten minutes before snagging a spot. This, people, is life. Lugged my suitcase (which, let's be honest, is probably way too heavy) through the lobby, dodging a rogue family's overflowing stroller. The front desk guy was super nice, though, bless him. He's the unsung hero who deals with our collective travel-induced stress. Room seems clean enough, though. The carpet might be holding a few secrets. I’m trying not to overthink it.
4:00 PM - The Room Reconnaissance: Okay, the room. Standard. Two beds (hey, good for spreading out!), a TV that probably has more channels dedicated to golf than anything else, and a bathroom that might have seen a fresh scrub in the past 24 hours. The air conditioning is a glorious, roaring beast. I’m already tempted to crank it up to arctic levels. Checked for bed bugs. (Always. You have to. The paranoia is real, people). No bugs, yay!
4:30 PM - The Pre-Dinner Snack & Channel Surfing Fiasco: Needed a snack. Badly. This is where I admit, that I, perhaps, raided that little "convenience shop" in the lobby for a bag of Cheetos and a diet soda. Don't judge. I'm on vacation. Spent an unholy amount of time flicking through channels. The TV is like a portal to a parallel dimension of daytime talk shows and reruns of ancient sitcoms. Landed on some sort of “home shopping” channel and got sucked in. Seriously considered buying a juicer. Then sanity kicked in, thankfully.
7:00 PM - Dinner at "Legends" Restaurant (…or How I Learned to Love My Leftovers): Look. I was hungry. Legends is technically the hotel restaurant. The menu? Classic American fare. The ambiance? Let's call it “utilitarian.” Ordered the chicken fried steak. It was… okay. The gravy was aggressively beige. But you know what? The fries were actually pretty good. Ate about half of it. Took the rest back to my room. (Waste not, want not, right?) This is where my travel-fueled guilt rears its ugly head. Should I have tried something new? Found a local place? The internal battle rages on…
8:30 PM - The Pool Debacle (or, The Chlorine Awakens!): Okay, this was supposed to be relaxing. The pool at the Holiday Inn? It's small. It's chlorinated to within an inch of its life. And there were kids. Lots of kids. I tried to be serene. Really, I did. But the sheer volume of splashing and shrieking… it was intense. I lasted about 20 minutes before retreating to my room, slightly damp and smelling vaguely of bleach. Maybe tomorrow will be better.
9:30 PM - The Bedtime Ritual & the Great Internet Struggle: Crawled back to the room, defeated. The internet is… slow. Real slow. Spent about 30 minutes trying to load a simple webpage. Finally, gave up and fell asleep with the TV on. I know, I know. Bad habit. But after the pool and the internet, I was done.
Saturday:
8:00 AM - Breakfast Bonanza (or My Carb Addiction Takes Center Stage): Free breakfast! Yes! I'm all about the free breakfast. Woke up craving carbs. Staked out the breakfast buffet and went to town. Scrambled eggs? Check. Greasy sausage? Double-check. Tiny, pre-packaged muffins? My downfall. Ate approximately three. Also, coffee. So much coffee. Fueling up for the day!
9:00 AM - The "Championship Golf" Experience (…or, How I Humiliated Myself in Miniature): OKAY. The golf course is right there, but I’m not a golfer. At all. But, there’s a miniature golf nearby! Figured, “Hey, how bad could it be?” Answer: Very bad. I think my scorecard looks like a phone number. Lost a ball. Got yelled at by a kid. Took a picture with the windmill. Still, it was fun. Silly, but fun.
**12:00 PM - Lunch at a local restaurant *(or how I finally found a place with character):* Got a recommendation from the front desk & I’m so glad I did! The food was great, and the atmosphere was fantastic. Got to enjoy the local life.
2:00 PM - Relaxation is Overrated! (or, The Shopping Spree): OK, so I'm not a "relax-by- the-pool" type of person. I'm a "hit-every-shop-in-a-5-mile-radius" type of person. I went to local stores. I browsed! I window-shopped! (And splurged on a ridiculously overpriced but irresistible candle). The shopping was glorious and left me with a newfound appreciation for retail therapy. (My credit card? Less thrilled.)
7:00 PM - Dinner Round 2 (or, The Unsolved Mystery of the "Specials"): Back to Legends. I'm running out of options, and I'm tired. They have “specials”. The server couldn’t quite remember the details. Ordered the mystery dish. It was… something. I’m not even sure what. Ate it. Didn’t die. Still a win.
8:30 PM - The Room Retreat & the Netflix Binge-Fest: Back to the glorious silence of my room. (Mostly). This is where the real vacation begins. Netflix. Popcorn. Comfy PJs. And the overwhelming urge to not move for the next six hours. Bliss.
10:00 PM - The Bedtime Ritual, Take Two (and the Anxiety Returns): Another night of insomnia. Still a few hours of sleep. Stared at the ceiling and ran through all the things I should have done. And then, finally, sleep.
Sunday:
8:00 AM - Breakfast…Again: The siren call of free breakfast! It's like a tractor beam. Repeated the same routine as yesterday. Ate a few more muffins. No regrets.
9:00 AM - The Final Checkout & the Farewell to Champaign (or, Back to Reality): Packed up my things. Double-checked for bed bugs (just in case). Checked out. The front desk guy was still there, bless him. Wondered if he ever got a vacation.
10:00 AM - The Drive Home & the Post-Vacation Blues: Heading home. Thinking about the next trip!
Alright, so what *is* this thing anyway? Because, honestly, I'm a little lost.
Oh, honey, you and me both! This "thing" is basically a collection of, well, *stuff*. Think of it like… a digital stew. We've got questions, answers, opinions, maybe a few stray thoughts about squirrels. It's meant to… I don't know, *explain* something. Or maybe just vent. Honestly? I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing here. But hey, let's just dive in, shall we? The water's probably fine… probably. (Famous last words, right?)
Okay, okay. So, seriously though, who made this? And why? Is it some kind of elaborate prank?
Good question! The "who" is… well, it's *me*. (Insert awkward silence here.) And the "why"? Ugh, that's the real kicker. I think it's a combination of wanting to… *say* something, maybe connect with someone, and probably a healthy dose of procrastination. You know, the usual. I'd blame a mid-life crisis, but I haven't even *hit* mid-life yet! The prank part? Not intentionally, though I can't promise the occasional giggle at my own expense. I swear, sometimes I crack myself up. It's a lonely existence sometimes, you know? Especially when the only audience is… well, *me*.
Are there any guarantees? Like, will I get any actual answers? Or is this just a clever exercise in obfuscation?
Guarantees? Sweet summer child, this is the internet! Guarantees are as rare as a decent cup of coffee at 3 AM. I *hope* you get answers. I *aim* for answers. Some of them might even be *accurate* answers! However, understand this: I'm human. I forget things. I get distracted by shiny objects (squirrels again? Maybe). My brain sometimes feels like a tangled ball of yarn after a particularly enthusiastic cat has gotten a hold of it. So, temper your expectations. Consider this FAQ less of a definitive guide and more of a… a rambling conversation with a caffeine-fueled, mildly neurotic friend.
What are the benefits of, you know, reading this? Besides the apparent amusement value I'm starting to see.
Okay, besides the fact that it *is* the most entertaining thing on the internet right now (I'm sensing a pattern here, a serious lack of humility, I know!), I guess… well, you might find a kindred spirit. Maybe you'll realize you're not alone in your… weirdness. Perhaps you'll find a little something to laugh at, or maybe even relate to! I tried to be kind of thoughtful, even when it's difficult. And hey, maybe, just maybe, you'll learn something. Or, at the very least, you'll have spent a few minutes avoiding doing something truly important, like, I don't know, paying bills. And, let's be honest, that's a win in my book.
So, I think I get the gist. But *why* am I reading this? What's the point?!
Ah, the big existential question! (Deep breath) I... honestly? I have no idea. Maybe you stumbled upon this by accident. Maybe you're bored out of your mind and just looking for a distraction. Or, and this makes me happy to even think about, maybe you are genuinely interested in whatever this is about! Welcome, friend! The point is... well, there probably isn't one. Life's messy, you know? The point is to roll with it! So, for the next few minutes, just let the rambling wash over you. Let your mind wander. Pretend you're on a porch swing with a glass of iced tea and just... watch the world go by. And maybe, just maybe, you'll find something here that resonates. Or, you know, you can just close the tab. No hard feelings. Truly. I'll probably forget you were even here in about five minutes. (Kidding! (Sort of))
Okay, I'm seeing a theme here... You're a bit... well, all over the place, aren't you?
(Sigh) Yes. You noticed. I am. My brain has the attention span of a particularly hyperactive goldfish. One minute I'm contemplating the meaning of life, the next I'm obsessing over the optimal way to arrange my sock drawer (still unsolved, by the way, it is a serious problem). So, yeah. I'm all over the place. It's a feature, not a bug, okay? Embrace the chaos! It's what makes life interesting, right? (Please say yes. I need the validation.) Besides, if everything was perfectly organized and logical, where would the fun be? Exactly.
You seem pretty opinionated. What is the most... contentious experience you've had?
Contentious? Oh, honey, where do I even *start*? Hmm... Okay. Let's talk about that time I tried to bake a birthday cake. For my *cat*. (Don't judge! He was turning the big *five*!). I found this *amazing* recipe online. Gluten-free, vegan, the works. I thought, "Perfect! My little furball deserves the best!" So, I got to work. And let me tell you, that cake was the bane of my existence. The recipe was a lie! A *blatant* lie! The "flour" was some sort of weird bean powder that tasted like cardboard. The frosting, which promised to be a creamy delight, turned into a curdled, lumpy disaster. The whole thing was a disaster. Now, here's where it gets good. After spending *hours* slaving over this culinary train wreck, I present it to Mr. Whiskers. He takes one sniff. (ONE SNIFF!) And proceeds to turn up his tiny little cat nose and walk away. He completely *rejected* it! I was heartbroken. Hours! Hours of my life wasted on a cake that even *he* didn't want! I considered throwing the whole thing out the window. I considered eating the whole thing in my bed. The anger, the frustration, the utter *humiliation*… it was all too much. I'm telling you, I almost cried. But the worst part? The lingering taste of that cardboard-y cake stuck with me for days. And every time I think about it, I can still feel the rage boiling up insideSearch Hotel Guide
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