Plainview's BEST Kept Secret: Super 8 Wyndham Review (You WON'T Believe This!)
The Grand Palatial Place: A Review That Might Actually Help You Decide (Or Just Confuse You More)
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your usual cookie-cutter hotel review. I've just spent a week at the "Grand Palatial Place" – let's just call it the GPP, shall we? – and I have opinions. And a whole lot of laundry to do. Here's the messy, honest, and sometimes-probably-rambling lowdown, with a sprinkle of SEO because, well, I gotta get paid, right?
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First Impressions & Getting Around: The Labyrinth and the Land of Free Parking
Arriving at the GPP felt like entering a particularly opulent game of Clue. The sheer scale of the place is impressive, bordering on intimidating. The grand lobby, with its soaring ceilings and crystal chandeliers, promises a certain level of…well, grandness.
Getting Around & Access: The good news? Car park [free of charge]! Score! The bad news? It's a sprawling complex, and the directions to your room might require a compass and a map. Facilities for disabled guests are listed, which is fantastic, but navigating the sheer size could be a workout in itself. I didn’t personally use the elevator, but good that there is one, if you like not walking.
Accessibility? More observations are needed.
Room Review: My Sanctuary (and the Mysterious Absence of an Ashtray)
My room? Let's just say I had a non-smoking experience – thank the heavens, because I’m a dedicated vaper so I went to the smoking area. The room was impeccably clean, with all the usual suspects: Air conditioning, Complimentary tea (essential!), Free bottled water, and a gigantic bed that could probably swallow a small family. The bathroom was positively palatial, with a bathtub I could actually stretch out in.
Available in all rooms: Air conditioning, Alarm clock, Bathrobes, Bathroom phone, Bathtub, Blackout curtains, Carpeting, Closet, Coffee/tea maker, Complementary 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.
Internet Access: The Speed of a Snail (Sometimes)
Internet [LAN] – didn’t bother, so I can't speak to its speed but I tried the Internet access – wireless, and the promised Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! was… a mixed bag. It was reliable when it was working, but occasionally, I felt like I was back in the dial-up era. Thankfully, the Internet services offered, which I didn’t need.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: A Culinary Adventure (of Sorts)
Oh, the food. The GPP has a ridiculously wide array of Restaurants, from the stuffy formal dining room to the more casual Poolside bar. I had my worst service experience at the Buffet in restaurant, being overcharged after eating and going back and forth to fix the issue. The prices are, let's say, designed to cater to guests with deep pockets. However, the quality of the food was generally excellent.
Dining & Drinking: A Mixed Bag, Literally
- Asian cuisine in restaurant: Meh, didn't blow me away, could be better.
- Bar: Good for a quick nightcap, but nothing extraordinary.
- Breakfast [buffet]: Good, but expect crowds. It's a free-for-all.
- Coffee/tea in restaurant: Decent, but not the highlight.
- Desserts in restaurant: Decadent, if you're into that sort of thing.
- International cuisine in restaurant: Solid choices, but maybe a tad predictable.
- Poolside bar: Great for a cocktail and a view.
- Restaurants: Numerous choices.
- Room service [24-hour]: Lifesaver! Especially when you're too lazy to leave your room.
- Snack bar: Didn't try it, but it's there.
- Vegetarian restaurant: Plenty of options.
- Western breakfast: Decent, but not the best I've had.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax:
Pool With a View: Pure Bliss (Unless You're Sharing It with a Million Other People) –
The Swimming pool [outdoor] – I'm a bit of a water baby, so I was practically living in it. The Pool with view itself is stunning, with a panoramic vista that's practically Instagram-ready. Unfortunately, it's popular. So, expect a crowd.
Spa Time: Deep Relaxation (and a Minor Freakout)
The Spa/sauna was the highlight of my trip. I booked a Massage and drifted away into a land of pure bliss, only to be rudely awakened by a rogue masseuse (kidding!). A Sauna, Steamroom, and Foot bath – the works. This part gets a solid A+. I didn’t get Body scrub or Body wrap.
Cleanliness & Safety: Signs of the Times (and Constant Vigilance)
The GPP is clearly taking Cleanliness and safety seriously. Anti-viral cleaning products are used, Daily disinfection in common areas, Hand sanitizer is readily available, and the staff were all masked and gloved. Staff trained in safety protocol. My room was thoroughly sanitized, so the Rooms sanitized between stays, however, I didn’t take the available to Room sanitization opt-out available.
Services and Conveniences: From Dry Cleaning to Doormen
The GPP tries to have it all. Cash withdrawal, Concierge, Dry cleaning, Elevator, Facilities for disabled guests, Food delivery (thank goodness!), Luggage storage, and the Safety deposit boxes— they've got you covered. Invoice provided, Laundry service, Doorman – they are all over it.
For the Kids: Baby-Sitting and Other Kid-Friendly Fun
I don't have kids, but the GPP seems to be a Family/child friendly place. There's a Babysitting service, and you can have a Kids meal. No experience with things like Kids facilities, so I cannot comment.
Final Verdict: Is the GPP Worth It?
Look, the Grand Palatial Place is expensive. It’s big. It’s not perfect. And sometimes, it feels like you need to put on a show just to be at the place. But the pool, the spa, and the sheer convenience (especially the 24-hour room service!) make it a worthwhile splurge, especially if you're looking for a luxurious escape and are happy to embrace the occasional imperfection.
Would I go back? Maybe. Depends on how quickly I can save up enough cash. And whether they've finally fixed that Wi-Fi…
**London's Hidden Gem: Courtyard Marriott Luxury Awaits!**
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because we’re about to embark on a whirlwind tour of… Plainview, Texas. Yes, you read that right. Prepare for the absolute, unvarnished, Super 8 experience. This ain’t some influencer’s perfect Instagram grid; this is the reality, baby.
Day 1: Arrival & Mild Disappointment (and Maybe Hope?)
3:00 PM (ish): Arrive at Amarillo International Airport (AMA). Okay, the drive to Plainview is longer than I thought. The vastness of Texas kinda hits you in the face. Just… Texas. It’s a LOT of sky and… well, not much else. I swear I saw tumbleweeds the size of small dogs. My expectations for Plainview are currently hovering somewhere south of "vaguely optimistic."
4:30 PM (ish): Check into the Super 8. The front desk guy, bless his heart, looks like he's seen some things. Probably too many flickering TVs and questionable late-night snacks. The lobby smells faintly of stale coffee and ambition (or maybe just the last guest's forgotten microwaved burrito). The room… let’s just say it’s cleanish, but the sheets are kind of thin, and the remote has seen better days (and probably a LOT of fingers). But hey, it’s got a bed! A TV! And a tiny, suspicious bar of soap shaped like a seashell. We're living large, folks!
5:30 PM: Head out and immediately have a mild panic attack about where to eat in Plainview. Google Maps is… helpful-ish. After a mental debate, I opt for the "highly rated" Mexican place. I'm starving. It feels like a lifetime until I'm eating some decent food.
7:00 PM: Food coma in full swing. Back at the Super 8. Staring at the ceiling. Contemplating the meaning of life. Should I watch TV? Read? Probably just stare at the ceiling some more. It's very soothing.
8:00 PM: I decide to check out the pool. I got my trunk on. The pool is… closed. I swear, there was a vague sign that someone may have scribbled on. The disappointment is palpable. I might be a little hangry again.
9:00 PM: Crawl into my questionable bed. Praying for sleep. And a decent breakfast in the morning.
Day 2: Plainview Adventures (and a Whole Lotta Driving)
7:00 AM: BREAKFAST! Ah, the Super 8 Continental Breakfast. The highlight of the trip! Or maybe just the only source of sustenance at the moment. Let’s see: questionable pastries, instant coffee that tastes like despair, and the promise of… waffles! Oh, sweet, glorious waffles. I manage to burn mine slightly, but, hey, flavor! I load up on those waffles because apparently, this is the highlight of Plainview for the day, and I'm gonna need it.
8:00 AM - 12:00 PM: Now the "fun" begins. Plan: Do something that isn't just existential dread. I'll attempt to find something, anything, that makes me want to visit Plainview again. Google search: "Things to do Plainview," sigh .
1:00 PM: Lunch. More Mexican (hey, it’s the best thing around!). This time, I ordered something different. Still pretty good.
2:00 PM: I give up on the idea of actual things to do in Plainview. I'm going to drive around. Get out of the hotel room and into the car, so it's a win-win! I drive past some churches. Then past some more churches. And then… more churches. Plainview has a lot of churches, y'all.
5:00 PM: The sun is setting. The sky is glorious. I'm starting to feel okay? Maybe it's the caffeine from the Super 8 coffee. Maybe it's the sheer absurdity of it all.
6:00 PM: Dinner at a local cafe. It's, at the very least, something different than Mexican. The waitress, bless her heart, asks me if I'm enjoying my stay. I almost blurt out, "Well, the pool's closed, and the coffee's awful, but the tumbleweeds are impressive!" but I settle for a vague, "It's… interesting." She seems to understand.
8:00 PM: Back at the Super 8. This time I'm armed with a book and a renewed sense of… well, not optimism, but maybe just… acceptance. I've survived a day in Plainview! And hey, maybe tomorrow will be better. Or maybe it won't. Either way, I've got my seashell soap, my slightly-too-thin sheets, and the distant promise of more waffles.
Day 3: The Escape (and the bittersweet goodbyes)
7:00 AM: Waffles again! This time, I don’t burn them. Success! Small victories, people, small victories.
8:00 AM: Last-minute check-out of the Super 8. Honestly, I’m going to miss the… character of the place. The faint smell of sadness, the thin sheets, the… well, you get the idea.
9:00 AM: The drive back to Amarillo. Saying goodbye to Plainview. Is it the worst place I've ever been? No. Did it blow my mind? Also no. But did it… exist? Absolutely. And you know what? Maybe that’s enough. Sometimes, the best trips are the ones that surprise you, that aren’t on anyone's 'must-see' list.
10:30 AM: At the airport. Waiting for my flight. Reflecting on the whole trip. And I have to say, I would not return here.
Okay, so, What Even *Is* This Thing We're Talking About? Like, Seriously?
Alright, alright, settle down, Einstein. We’re talking about… well, *stuff*. Life, the universe, and everything, condensed into a series of question-and-answer sessions. Think of it as a digital therapy session, but instead of a shrink, you've got... me. (You've been warned.) Look, I haven't pinpointed a single, concrete topic yet – the beauty is in the chaos, right? Right?! We'll figure it out as we go. Probably. Maybe. Don't hold your breath.
Is This Gonna Be Boring? Because I Have a *Really* Short Attention Span.
Look, I can't *guarantee* anything. Life is inherently boring sometimes, like staring at a spreadsheet for hours. But! I'm gonna *try* to keep things lively. My brain likes to go on tangents, I have a healthy appreciation for sarcasm, and I'm pretty sure I'm allergic to predictability. So, expect the unexpected. Actually, expect a lot of unexpected. If it *does* get boring, you're free to wander off. No hard feelings. Probably. Hey, look! A squirrel!
Do You... Know What You're Doing?
(Long, thoughtful pause… followed by a nervous giggle.) Nope. Not even a little bit. Let's just say I'm winging it, armed with a vague understanding of the internet and a whole lotta caffeine. The good news? I’m learning as we go! The bad news? You're learning with me. Buckle up, it could get bumpy. My inner monologue is a chaotic mess, just like this whole thing. And sometimes I question everything.
Okay, Okay, So What *Kind* of Stuff Are We *Actually* Talking About?! Like, Give Me a Snippet!
Alright, alright, let me scramble through the mental cobwebs… Hmmm… I'm thinking… well, life! You! Me! How you feel about that stupid cat video that's everywhere. That time I tried to bake a cake and ended up with a hockey puck. The inherent absurdity of modern existence. And also, look, I have a thing for rambling. I'm a champion rambler. My therapist tells me to be concise but that's just not in my nature. But fine, snippets incoming! * **Category: Dealing with People** - The horrors of small talk, how to avoid Karen (who is always, *always* around) and finally, finally, dealing with that know-it-all coworker. * **Category: Existential Dread & the Meaning of Life** - Is there a point? Probably not! Actually, yes, maybe. What if the point is just to eat pizza and pet all the dogs? * **Category: Cooking Mishaps** - I once tried to microwave a whole pizza (don't ask) and set off the smoke alarm. * **Category: Social Media Madness** - The endless scroll, the arguments, the joy, the sadness - it's all there. * **Category: Just… Life Stuff!** - Basically, everything.
Should I Trust Anything You Say?
Heh. That's a tough one. I'm not going to lie to you; I might occasionally embellish. I might exaggerate. I might *completely fabricate* things for the sake of a good story. I'm a storyteller, not a fact-bot. Take everything with a healthy dose of skepticism, and remember, laughter is the best medicine… unless you have a serious medical condition. Then, see a doctor.
What If I Disagree With Everything You Say?!
Oh, honey, *please* disagree! That's the fun part! I *love* a good debate. I *thrive* on it! Bring it on! Tell me I'm wrong! Tell me I'm an idiot! Actually, maybe don't call me an idiot... but otherwise, have at it. This is supposed to be a conversation, not a one-sided lecture. Seriously. Jump in and call me out. I need that more than the world needs another cat video.
So, Seriously, About That Pizza...
Alright, alright! Fine! The pizza incident! It happened years ago but it still haunts me. I was young, foolish, and *starving*. It was one of those frozen pizzas, the kind with the cardboard-like crust. And I was in a hurry! Like, *really* in a hurry. My logic? Microwave = fast. Pizza = yummy. Therefore, microwave pizza = instant yumminess. The problem? The sheer *size* of the pizza compared to the microwave. I had to fold it… like a terrible, cheesy calzone. The first *zzzzzzt* of the microwave seemed okay. Then came the smell. An acrid, burning smell that filled the entire kitchen. A plume of smoke billowed out like a dragon had decided to set up shop in my tiny apartment. I fumbled with the door, ripped the pizza out (still partially frozen and now also, inexplicably, charred), and set off the smoke alarm. The ear-splitting shriek! My neighbors banging on my door! And the pizza? A disaster. A tragedy. A lesson learned (apparently not very well, since I still sometimes attempt questionable culinary experiments). Don't microwave a whole pizza, folks. Just… don't.
Okay, But Is There *Anything* You're *Actually* Good At?
Good question! Well... I'm pretty good at procrastinating. I can spin a yarn, even if it's about a burnt pizza. I'm an expert at overthinking things. And, if I do say so myself, I'm a *master* of self-deprecation. Is that a skill? It should be. Oh, and I can quote entire scenes from *The Princess Bride*. So, there's that.
How Will I Know When to Stop Reading This?
That's the beauty of it, isn't it? You *won't*. There's no grand finale, there's no definitive ending. At any moment, you can wander off into the infinite reaches of the internet, and the world will keep spinning. Or you can come back. Or not. Do what feels right. I'll be here, probably ramblingHotel Hide Aways
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