Worthington's BEST Kept Secret: Days Inn Review (You Won't Believe This!)
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're about to dive deep into a review of… well, let's just call it “The Luxury Retreat” for now. And trust me, after spending a week there, my brain is a swirling vortex of opinions, half-formed thoughts, and the desperate craving for a decent cup of coffee (which, spoiler alert, wasn't always easy to come by). Let's see if I can untangle this… mess.
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Accessibility: The Good, The Bad, & the Surprisingly Awkward
Okay, so accessibility. They say they're all in. And in many ways, they are! Wheelchair accessible? Yeah, ramps everywhere, elevators galore. Felt good rolling around without any hassle - though I will admit, the automatic doors were a bit too enthusiastic and nearly took my head off a couple of times. Seriously, I think they were programmed by a caffeinated robot.
But here’s where it gets… complicated. Facilities for disabled guests are present, but sometimes felt like a checklist item. The accessible room I initially booked was supposed to be perfect, according to their website. Upon arrival, the shower? Oh, the shower. It looked great, but the water pressure was barely strong enough to rinse a teacup. And the grab bars? Well, they were there, but positioned in a way that made me feel like I was attempting a yoga pose in a hurricane. It was a nightmare. I politely (after a few deep breaths) requested a different room, and the staff, to their credit, quickly accommodated. The second room was leagues better. Still, a reminder of the work needed to make a truly accessible space.
On-site accessible restaurants / lounges: Check. Navigation was easy, and tables are well-spaced. But finding a staff member who genuinely understood my non-verbal needs was a challenge. It felt like a lot of lip service, not a lot of understanding.
Internet: The Wi-Fi Whirlwind & the LAN Lament
Oh, the Wi-Fi. They trumpet Free Wi-Fi in ALL rooms! and Wi-Fi in public areas. Well, the truth, my friends, is a messy, buffering, soul-crushing tale of spotty reception. Seriously. In my room, it was so unreliable most of the time. Streaming a movie? Forget about it. Sending an urgent email? Prepare for despair. I mean, here I am, paying top dollar at what I thought was a luxury hotel. The basics.
The good news? You can get Internet [LAN] and Internet access – wireless in your room. However, that means you are stuck with the Ethernet connection, which isn't so bad, but pretty archaic in some eyes. And the need for tech and cords, I mean, come on!
Things to Do & Ways to Relax: From Bliss to "Blah"
Let's start with the good stuff. The Pool with a View? Stunning! I spent hours just floating, staring at… well, I'm not entirely sure what I was staring at, but it was pretty. The Swimming pool [outdoor] was perfect for a casual dip, and the pool bar? Happy hour? A definite highlight. The Spa/sauna was heavenly. The Spa was worth the price of admission alone. I particularly loved the Body scrub and Body wrap which really makes a difference. The Steamroom was my go-to for decompressing, and I may have spent a little too much time there.
Now, the "Blah". The Fitness center? Adequate, but felt a bit cramped. The same could be said for the Gym/fitness. The Sauna was okay, but could definitely have been hotter, more of a sweat experience. The Massage was… well, let's just say it was an experience. The therapist was lovely, but the pressure was a little too gentle for my liking; felt more like a tickle than a massage. The Foot bath was supposed to be relaxing, but the water was lukewarm, and the jets were more "gently bubbling" than "muscle-melting."
Dining, Drinking & Snacking: A Culinary Rollercoaster
Oh, the food. It's a mixed bag, my friends. Restaurants? Plural, yes. Quality consistent? Sadly, no. The Asian breakfast, was pretty good. The Asian cuisine in restaurant was decent, but nothing to write home about. The Breakfast [buffet] was a decent start to the day. Breakfast service was decent. The Buffet in restaurant was a letdown, really. The Coffee/tea in restaurant - again, fine but nothing to rave about. They did have Coffee shop and Desserts in restaurant; the Desserts in restaurant were a delight.
The Bars? The Poolside bar was fantastic, serving a wide range of cocktails and light snacks. But the other bar felt a bit sterile, lacking a certain… je ne sais quoi. The Happy hour was a good deal, though!
Room Service [24-hour]? A blessing in a pinch. And hey, they actually have Salad in restaurant.
The REAL problem areas:
- The lack of a consistently good cup of coffee.
- The "fusion" restaurant. Sometimes, fusion works, sometimes it doesn't.
- The vegetarian options were often bland and uninspired.
Cleanliness & Safety: A Modern Paranoia Checklist
Alright, here's where the anxiety-ridden fun begins. They're going HARD with the Cleanliness and safety. Which I appreciate, don't get me wrong. Anti-viral cleaning products were in use everywhere. Daily disinfection in common areas was a constant process. They are using Professional-grade sanitizing services was evident. Rooms sanitized between stays. Felt safe.
But it was the little things that raised an eyebrow. Like, the constant presence of hand sanitizer. I nearly developed a phobia of it. And the Individually-wrapped food options made me feel strangely… institutionalized.
Services & Conveniences: The Good, The Bad & The Irritatingly Inefficient
Services and conveniences: Here's the breakdown. The Air conditioning in public area was a life-saver. Business facilities were plentiful, but I had to keep asking the staff to switch on the lights, or sometimes the computer. And Daily housekeeping was prompt and efficient.
Contactless check-in/out was great.
Luggage storage was a breeze.
Laundry service was efficient, but I didn’t quite appreciate the ironing service which was only for garments.
The Concierge were generally helpful, but, again, sometimes a little slow.
For the Kids: I didn't need it, but I saw it
They clearly advertise themselves as family-friendly. Babysitting service was offered. I didn’t have kids, but I saw lots of kids. A lot. No complaints.
Available in All Rooms: The Basics
Available in all rooms: They had the Additional toilet. Air conditioning. Alarm clock to wake you from your dreamy slumber. Well, I hope it does its job. Plenty of Bathrobes in the room. Bathroom phone. Bathtub was nice for a good soak. Not much to say beyond that. Blackout curtains were a blessing. Carpeting made it a little noisy. Closet was generous to hold all my clothes. Coffee/tea maker was vital to my life. Complimentary tea was great. Daily housekeeping was efficient. Desk was useful to work from. Extra long bed was a nice touch. Free bottled water was essential. Hair dryer was useful. High floor was gorgeous. In-room safe box was useful, too. Ironing facilities were available. Laptop workspace was great. Linens and Mirror were all there. Non-smoking rooms. On-demand movies. Private bathroom was nice. Reading light was vital to the late night reading sessions. Refrigerator was useful for your food and drinks. Satellite/cable channels kept me entertained at night. Scale was useful. Seating area. Separate shower/bathtub. Shower was the bare minimum. Slippers. Smoke detector to alert you. Socket near the bed. Sofa was nice
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Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because we're about to dissect a trip to Worthington, Minnesota, and specifically, the Days Inn by Wyndham. Let's just say, it’s not the Maldives, okay?
The Worthington Chronicles: A Days Inn Diary (Probably Not Recommended by AAA)
Day 1: Arriving with a Whimper (and a Questionable Playlist)
1:00 PM - Arrival: Okay, so I'm pulling up to the Days Inn. The sign? Slightly tilted. The parking lot? A symphony of potholes and faded asphalt. My initial reaction? A deep sigh. (Okay, maybe a scream internally). I'm tired, the road was long, and my travel music… let's not talk about the "Early 2000s Pop Punk" playlist. Suffice to say, there were some questionable life choices made on the I-90.
1:15 PM - Check-in Chaos (and the Mystery of the Missing Key): The front desk person was nice. Bless her heart. She was, it's fair to say, a little flustered. “Uh, let me just…find your reservation…” Oh, this is going to be good. It took a while, and a frantic search through a drawer with a slightly alarming collection of rubber bands and loose pens. Finally, I had a key! Except…it didn’t work. Back to the front desk we go. This time, I got a lecture on how to properly insert and extract the keycard. Turns out, I just fumble-fingered the first one. My bad. Now I get to walk all the way back to my car to get my luggage.
1:45 PM - The Room Reveal (Damp Carpets and Questionable Art): Okay, let's be honest, the room isn't winning any design awards. The carpet had that certain…texture. The kind that makes you question the last time it saw a serious vacuum. The art? Well, let's say it evokes a certain mood. It's framed, printed art. A landscape; a boat on the water. You could say that it was placed there, for people to stare at, like me. It's the kind of art that just… exists. I'm not sure what the purpose is in the grand scheme of things. It's like the hotel is saying, "We promise, it's art."
2:00 PM - Exploring Worthington (and the Dreaded Grocery Run): Okay, time to venture out. First stop: the grocery store for essentials. Because, let’s be real, I’m not about to eat gas station hot dogs for three days. After that, I'll just find a place to eat some food so that I can get some energy. (Note to self: pack snacks next time. And maybe a Hazmat suit for the grocery store.)
7:00 PM - Dinner Deliberations (And the Miracle of Local Pizza): Dinner time! I scoured Yelp (desperation is a powerful motivator), and ended up ordering a pizza from a place called "Rampage Pizza." I wasn't expecting much, but, wow! It was unexpectedly delicious. The crust was delightfully crispy, the cheese was melty perfection… Okay, maybe I'm just starving, but still. Rampage Pizza, you're my hero.
Day 2: A Deep Dive Into… Worthington (and the Unexpected Delight That Was the Lake)
9:00 AM - Breakfast (The "Continental" Experience): The continental breakfast. A land of mysteries and questionable choices. The waffles were okay, the cereal tasted like cardboard. My travel partner (a travel journal, always filled with secrets) said it was a 'necessary evil'. It's not that evil, but I probably won't eat it again.
10:00 AM - Exploring Worthington Continued… Okay, time to actually experience Worthington. And it's… well, it's Worthington. We drove around, and I'm not going to lie, but I had a hard time finding anything to gawk at. Well, there was a park. and a lake.
- 11:00 AM - Okabena Lake Revelation (Yes, Really): Okay, I gotta admit, Okabena Lake was actually… kind of nice. The water was calm, the sun was shining, and there were ducks. Ducks! I sat there for an hour, just watching the ducks. It sounds ridiculous, I know. But it was peaceful. A tiny, unexpected oasis of calm in the middle of a… well, let's be honest, a somewhat unremarkable town. But the ducks were good. They're the real stars of this vacation.
1:00 PM - The Worthington Windmill… That Blew (Literally): The Worthington Windmill. It's not actually a windmill, but rather a landmark. I'm not going to lie, I expected more. It was there.
7:00 PM - Pizza, Part Deux: I found myself unable to deny myself another pizza pie from Rampage. It’s a problem. I have an addiction.
Day 3: The Journey Home (and the Lingering Memory of Damp Carpets)
9:00 AM - Breakfast (The Curse of the Continental Returns): The waffles were even drier today. I opted for a banana.
10:00 AM - Check Out and Departure (Goodbye, Worthington!): The checkout was blessedly uneventful. I handed back the keycard, and it was over. I said a silent goodbye to the damp carpets of room 214 (I think it was 214).
10:15 AM - Final Worthington Thoughts: Worthington. Minnesota. It’s… an experience. It's a place that sneaked up on me. Honestly, I went in with low expectations, and they were more or less met. But. The pizza was good, the ducks were great, and hey, I survived. All in all, not the worst trip of my life.
11:00 AM - The Great Escape I'm out of here.
(Post-Trip Reflection - Because, Why Not?)
- The Days Inn: A Case Study in… Basic-ness? The hotel was what it was -- a place to sleep, shower, and avoid the carpet. It met my needs.
- Worthington, Revisited: Not a place I'd recommend adding to your bucket list. But if you find yourself there, seek out Rampage Pizza, appreciate the ducks, and lower your expectations. You might just be pleasantly surprised.
So, what *is* this whole thing even about, anyway? The gist?
Ugh, okay, fine. Look, this is basically me trying to answer some common questions. But you know, *my* way. So, it's gonna be a bit... messy. Think less Wikipedia, more like a conversation with your slightly unhinged friend over way too much coffee. Basically, I'm supposed to be talking about the stuff that pops up... well, I *guess* it's about the stuff that pops up.
Am I in the right place? What am I *supposed* to be reading?
Okay, so, you've stumbled upon... this. Congrats. If you're expecting polished, perfect answers, you're in the wrong place. If you're expecting a genuine human jumble of thoughts, well, you might be in the right place. Look, I'm winging it, okay? Pretend we're just hanging out, and you're asking me stuff over some (highly caffeinated) tea.
Why should I trust *you*? Who are you, the Oracle of Whatever?
Hah! Trust me? That's a good one. Look, I'm not an oracle. I'm not an expert. I'm just... me. And honestly, I have *way* more questions than answers. Take everything here with a giant grain of salt, and maybe a shot of tequila. You've been warned. I'm just a person who is trying to answer some questions. That's it. Don't put me on a pedestal!
Okay, okay... specifics, already! How do you... like, *start*? Do you have a Step 1?
Ugh, the steps. The dreaded *steps*. Okay, fine. There *was* this one time, I tried to… you know, organize. It was a disaster. I spent a good, solid three hours just staring at a blank document, paralyzed. "What do you even *do* first?" I kept muttering to myself. Total failure. So, no, no formal "Step 1." Maybe Step 1 is just... breathe. And then just *start*. Maybe? I don't know, I’m starting to think that I should probably just change direction here. This is way too difficult!
What about the middle? What if I get stuck?
The middle... ah, the wilderness of the unknown. Oh, the *struggle*! You'll get stuck. Oh, you *will*. The key, I think... and I'm being super-vague here because I fail at this often... is to just... keep going. Even if what you create feels terrible, even if you start to question your life choices, just keep going. I was battling this awful sentence for like, three hours earlier today. Just, ugh. You can always fix it later. Or not. Who cares, really?
What about the end? How do you *finish* this thing?
The end? The elusive, mythical END? Honestly, I'm usually just happy when I get *something* down on the page. I have many, many unfinished projects. If this actually gets to the end, it'll be a miracle. Maybe you should just start the ending whenever you feel like it's over. Maybe you will get tired of it and just stop. Honestly, that is probably the most realistic answer.
Where do you get your ideas? Like, the actual *thoughts*?
Oh, ideas. The elusive butterflies. I don't know! Literally, I don't. It's like… a random brain burp. Maybe from something someone says? Maybe from an ancient text of some sort? Maybe from a commercial? The most annoying part about the fact that I don't know is that I truly don't know! But it's always a mishmash of everything... my current mood, something I read, that weird dream I had, the cat walking across the keyboard... Everything. Don’t overthink it, I guess.
How do you deal with... well, *mistakes*?
Mistakes? Oh, honey, *mistakes* are my companions. I make them constantly. I used to agonize over every typo, every grammatical error, every awkwardly phrased sentence. Ugh, the pressure! Now? I breathe out and fix them later. Or, you know, sometimes I just let them linger. It's part of the charm, right? (Please say yes.)
What do you do when you just... hate what you're doing? When it's awful?
Oh, the dark days. The days when the words feel like lead weights, and the ideas are as exciting as watching paint dry. Those days... those are tough. Sometimes, I just have to walk away. Actually, frequently. Go for a walk. Eat some chocolate. Stare at a wall. The important part is to come back. And sometimes, miraculously, it's suddenly better.
Okay, let's get real. What's the hardest part?
The hardest part? Without a doubt, it’s the *starting*. That blank screen. That looming potential for failure. It's terrifying. I overthink it. I procrastinate. I stare at the ceiling. I make coffee (and then another).
What about writer's block? That's a real thing you face, right?
Writer’s… *block*? Oh, yeah. It's a constant companion. A dark, annoying shadow. I’ve tried all the “cures.” Free writing? Nope. Brainstorming? Meh. Taking a walk? Sometimes. The best thing I've found... is to just *write something5 Star Stay Find
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