Minneapolis Plymouth Getaway: Your Dream Residence Inn Awaits!
Minneapolis Plymouth Getaway: More Than Just a Room (Maybe) - A Total Brain Dump After My Stay
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because I just survived a weekend at the "Minneapolis Plymouth Getaway: Your Dream Residence Inn Awaits!" and I have THOUGHTS. So many thoughts. It's like my brain exploded glitter and lukewarm coffee. Let's dive in, shall we? And yes, I will be brutally honest. Prepare for a rollercoaster of opinions, starting with…
Accessibility:
Right off the bat, they say they're accessible. And to their credit, there are elevators. Big plus. But the devil's in the details, isn't it? While I don't need every inch of the place to be wheelchair-accessible, I did notice some… hiccups. Like, the accessible rooms exist (I saw them, or at least the sign for them!), which is a win. But navigating the hallways felt a tad cramped, like dodging a squadron of rogue luggage stands. I'm talking about Wheelchair accessible rooms exist, as well. Getting around the lobby with my slightly wonky knee required a bit of a mental map. This isn't a dealbreaker, but it's worth keeping in mind if you really need top-tier accessibility.
On-site accessible restaurants / lounges:
…Hmm. Well, the "restaurant" situation was a little… complicated. More on that later. But I certainly didn't see a dedicated accessible lounge. I saw a bar. Did the bar have accessible seating? Probably, but I didn't spend enough time in this area to know. It's a note to self to look into it next time…
Internet Access (The Good, the Bad, and the Buffering):
Let's be real, the internet situation is crucial. My life often depends on it. And the Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! is definitely a selling point. It's the modern world, people! Though, I'll be honest, the Internet [LAN] option kinda threw me. Who uses LAN anymore? But hey, options are good. What wasn’t good was the occasional buffering. Like, major buffering. Picture me, trying to stream something… urgent. Like, the final episode of my favorite show. The drama, man. The drama. Suffice it to say, I paced. I swore. The Wi-Fi in public areas was generally better, but nothing beats a perfectly working connection in the room.
Things to Do, Ways to Relax (Spa Day Dreams & Fitness Center Fiascos):
Okay, this is where it gets interesting. Things to do beyond the confines of my room? Well, Plymouth itself is charming. But in the hotel? Options, people, options! They boast a Fitness center, which I bravely attempted to tackle. Let me tell you, I'm not exactly a fitness guru. But the equipment seemed… functional. It wasn’t exactly state-of-the-art, but it got the job done. There was a Pool with view which was lovely, though a few kids, screaming and splashing, did take away a bit of my ability to relax.
The Spa, the Sauna, the Steamroom, the Massage, the Body scrub, Body wrap, Foot bath – oh, the promise! I didn't actually experience any of these things, because, frankly, the thought of shelling out extra cash after paying for the room made me do a double take. It was too expensive. Maybe next time? The Spa/sauna situation is probably lovely though.
Cleanliness and Safety (Sanitizing Shenanigans):
Listen, in this post-apocalyptic world we live in, cleanliness is paramount. And surprisingly, the hotel made some serious effort. Anti-viral cleaning products? Check. Daily disinfection in common areas? Seemed like it. Hand sanitizer stations everywhere? Yup. Individual-wrapped food options? Mostly, but this is where it gets slightly dodgy…
And speaking of dodgy, the Rooms sanitized between stays was supposed to happen, and I think it did? I certainly didn't see anyone cleaning when I checked into the room. But the fact they provided Room sanitization opt-out available made me feel slightly better.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking (The Great Breakfast Debacle):
This is where things took a decidedly… unique turn. Breakfast [buffet]? Yes, in theory. Asian breakfast? Maybe not. The buffet was the quintessential hotel buffet—scrambled eggs that looked suspiciously like yellow goo, sad-looking pastries, and coffee that tasted like despair. Alternative meal arrangement? Nope. Buffet in restaurant? Yes. A la carte in restaurant? Mostly. The Coffee/tea in restaurant situation, however, was a lifeline.
The Room service [24-hour], promised salvation, but… Again, expensive, and the menu was limited. The Snack bar was also tempting, but it wasn’t a priority at all.
The happy hour was lively, but the drinks were nothing to write home about, and the Poolside bar was a fun concept that just wasn't worth it.
Services and Conveniences (The Everything-But-the-Kitchen-Sink Approach):
Let's just say they offer a LOT. Daily housekeeping, thank the heavens. Laundry service, a lifesaver for this messy traveler. Concierge, helpful. Convenience store, convenient! Cash withdrawal, handy. Doorman? I think so. There was definitely a human at the front door. Dry cleaning, yay! They even had an Elevator. Score! The Business facilities were well-equipped and I'm sure the Meeting/banquet facilities are great if you're into that sort of thing.
For the Kids (Enter the Toddler Tsunami):
Okay, I didn’t have kids with me, but I saw plenty of them. Family/child friendly? Absolutely. Babysitting service? Apparently, but I didn't use it.
Access, Safety, and Security (Feeling Safe-ish):
CCTV in common areas, good. Fire extinguisher, check. Smoke alarms, another check. Front desk [24-hour]? Yep. Security [24-hour], they say. Sounded reassuring. The presence of security definitely made me feel safe.
Available in All Rooms (Sweet, Sweet Comforts):
The basics were covered. Air conditioning: essential. Alarm clock: check. Coffee/tea maker: life-giving. Complimentary tea: nice touch. Desk: useful. Hair dryer: a must. Ironing facilities: appreciated. Mini bar: present (but overpriced). Refrigerator: handy for leftovers. Satellite/cable channels: entertainment overload. Slippers: luxurious. The Wake-up service, I actually tested it, and it worked.
Getting Around (The Parking Predicament):
Car park [free of charge]? Yes! Big win. Taxi service, available. Airport transfer? Yup.
Overall… (The Verdict):
Okay, so here's the unvarnished truth: The Minneapolis Plymouth Getaway is… fine. It's a solid, dependable, slightly generic hotel experience. It's not going to blow your mind, but it'll provide a place to rest your weary head. The location is convenient for exploring Plymouth and the surrounding area. But it's the little things, right? The occasional internet hiccups, the so-so breakfast, the slightly impersonal atmosphere… These are what keep it from being a truly memorable stay. I’d give it a solid 3.5 out of 5 stars. Would I go back? Maybe. If I needed a reliable place to stay, yeah, probably. But if I had a dream trip… I’d maybe keep looking for my perfect hotel.
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Alright, buckle up, buttercups. This ain't your grandma's meticulously planned travel itinerary. This is me – probably fueled by lukewarm coffee and an unhealthy dose of FOMO – trying to survive a few days at the Residence Inn Minneapolis Plymouth. Let's see how badly I can mess this up, shall we?
Residence Inn Minneapolis Plymouth: My Likely Downfall (or, You Know, A Trip)
Day 1: The Arrival (and the Agony of Choice!)
- 1:00 PM: Arrive at MSP Airport. Seriously, where is the Residence Inn? Oh, Google Maps, you beautiful, slightly-too-optimistic liar. (It actually added 20 minutes to the estimated time, grrr.) Check-in is usually a breeze, right? WRONG. Apparently, I'm not the only one who discovered the "Plymouth is a surprisingly pleasant suburb" secret. The line. The line! I swear I saw a family of five set up camp and have two sandwiches before my turn.
- 1:45 PM (ish): Finally snagged the key card. Room seems… fine. Standard Residence Inn fare. Kitchenette? Check. Bed that hopefully hasn't seen too much action? Cross my fingers. I'm already debating ordering pizza, but the supermarket down the street is calling my name, so I guess I'll at least try and be healthy-ish.
- 2:30 PM: Supermarket Sweep. God bless Lunds & Byerly's. I was expecting a boring, basic grocery store, but this is like a culinary wonderland, and I immediately got lost in the cheese section, my eyes glazed over. I'm not even a cheese person, but the selection was overwhelming. I bought a block of something called "Prairie Sunset" – solely based on the name – and some fancy crackers. No regrets. Also grabbed a pre-made salad. Gotta pretend I’m eating my greens, right?
- 4:00 PM: Attempted Work. Ha! Who am I kidding? After all that cheese? The inbox exploded while I was distracted by the cheese, and I was already feeling lethargic. Managed to answer a few emails, but mostly, I stared out the window. The Minnesota fall foliage is actually pretty stunning.
- 6:00 PM: The Pizza Predicament. Okay, so I said I’d try for a healthy meal. I failed. I had a moment of weakness while staring at the menus of pizza places online. The smell of something warm and delicious wafting into the room would have been irresistible, right? So I ordered pizza. (I'm blaming the cheese.)
- 7:00 PM: Pizza Bliss (and Netflix). My pizza arrived. Glorious, cheesy, greasy pizza. Life is good. Netflix, here I come! (Probably watched the entire first season of something I'd seen before.)
- 11:00 PM: Sleep Attempt. The mattress is surprisingly comfy!
Day 2: The Artsy Outing (and My Lack of Artistic Talent)
- 8:00 AM: Alarm! Ugh, the alarm. Why do I always set it so early? Coffee first, then judgment.
- 9:00 AM: Breakfast Buffet Massacre. Okay, so the breakfast at the Residence Inn is what it is. The usual suspects: eggs (probably powdered), waffles (possibly artificial), some sad-looking fruit. I ended up with a waffle slathered in syrup and a side of shame.
- 10:00 AM: Destination-Hopscotch (sort of). I actually had plans! A visit to the Plymouth Community Center, to check out an art exhibition. I didn't see art, but I did walk around like a lost puppy.
- 11:30 AM: Lunchtime Debacle. Found a cute little cafe not too far from the center. Tried to order a coffee, the waiter was busy and I couldn't find out how to order. So… no coffee at lunchtime.
- 1:00 PM: Back to the room. Spent the rest of the afternoon doing some light reading. I was utterly exhausted.
- 4:00 PM: The Quest for a Decent Workout. Okay, this is where things get really sad. The hotel gym is… compact. Like, seriously compact. Two treadmills, a bike that looks like it's about to fall apart, and a rack of sad-looking weights. I lasted all of 15 minutes on the treadmill before deciding I'd rather stare at the wall in my room. I am not a gym rat, folks.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner Fiasco. I really wanted to find a good restaurant, something local, not a chain. I gave up and ended up back at the supermarket, buying pre-made sushi and a sad-looking salad.
- 7:30 PM: Couch-lock. I'm a creature of habit. Netflix, repeat. Is this what my life has become?
- 11:00 PM: Sleep. Maybe tomorrow I will do more than just stay in my room and stare at the wall.
Day 3: The Departure (and the Slightly Sad Realization)
- 8:30 AM: Ugh, another alarm! I'm starting to hate the sunrise.
- 9:30 AM: Last Breakfast Buffet Stand. This time, I went for the yogurt and granola. (Small victories, people.)
- 10:30 AM: Final Check-Out Frenzy. Actually, a pretty smooth check-out, which made me suspicious of how I got my initial room.
- 11:00 AM: Final Thoughts. Well, it wasn't exactly the whirlwind adventure I'd planned. More like a gentle stroll through my own anxieties and a whole lot of cheese. But hey, I survived! And I now know the precise location of several pizza places in Plymouth.
- 12:00 PM: Goodbye Plymouth, It's Been Real. Back to the airport. Adios.
- 1:00 PM: Flight Time. Another plane ride from Minneapolis. A big "thank you" to the Residence Inn Minneapolis Plymouth.
Overall Assessment:
This trip was a bit of a mess. There was far more pizza than art. More Netflix than nature. More staring at the wall than adventure. But, you know what? I didn't completely hate it. Sometimes, just surviving a few days in a new place is enough. And that cheese… chef's kiss.
Now, where's that next trip to?
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So, the "Dream Residence Inn" part... is that, like, actually TRUE? My expectations are high, okay? REALLY high.
Okay, look. "Dream" is subjective. My dream might involve unicorns that dispense coffee and not having to fold laundry. *That* didn't happen here. BUT, let's be real. It *was* a darned good Residence Inn. Let's just say the expectations were met... and perhaps slightly exceeded in the breakfast department (more on that later... oh, the waffles...)
The Location: Plymouth. Is it… Plymouth-y? Tell me everything! I'm envisioning... strip malls? Endless parking lots? Help!
Plymouth. Ah, yes. The name conjures images of... well, something. Okay, truth time: it *is* a bit strip-mally. There's a lot of convenient stuff – Target, restaurants, that crucial gas station for emergency snack runs. But it's also actually surprisingly green! Parks! Trails! I even saw… *gasp*… a deer. (Okay, it might have been a very confused squirrel, but the principle remains). Don't expect a quaint, historical village. Do expect practicality. And a decent coffee shop like Caribou Coffee. You’re good in that area!
Breakfast, the most important meal of the day! I'm a waffle warrior. Is the Residence Inn buffet… worthy? Spill the beans! (Or, uh, the syrup.)
Okay, THIS is where things get interesting. The waffles. Oh, the waffles. Let me tell you a story. The first morning, I was skeptical. Buffets are a gamble, you know? But the waffle-making machine… it sang to me. Seriously, it was like a siren song. I made, and I quote myself from 8 AM, "the perfect waffle." Crisp edges, fluffy inside. I may have gone back for seconds. And thirds. And... Look it’s good, okay? You're there! Your day just got instantly better! The other stuff (eggs, bacon, cereal graveyard, some fruit…), was fine. Functional. But the waffles… they were a religious experience. I am happy!
The Room: Spacious Suites? Cozy Nooks? What's the vibe? I need room to, like, breathe and… not trip over my suitcase constantly.
Spacious? Yes, generally. Cozy? Depends. My suite was… functional. Clean. A bit… beige. But, hey, I wasn't expecting a design magazine cover shoot. The kitchenette was a lifesaver for keeping snacks on hand (important life lesson learned). The pull-out sofa bed... well, it was a pull-out sofa bed. Adequate. But it serves a purpose, and for that, I'm grateful. The best part? Separate living area from the bedroom. That's crucial for avoiding the "living amongst your luggage" chaos, which... I'm prone to.
Amenities: Pool? Gym? Free Wi-Fi? Tell me I don't have to pay extra for decent internet! And does it have a pool? Asking for... myself.
Okay, yes, yes, and yes! Free Wi-Fi? Check. And it actually WORKS. (Miracle!). Pool? Yep. I took a dip. It was… refreshing. (Not exactly a tropical paradise, but it got the job done). A gym? Yes. I attempted to use it one morning. Attempted. Let's just say my enthusiasm for exercise didn't quite match the commitment. More emphasis on the waffle breakfast. Just saying.
The Staff: Friendly? Helpful? Or the "seen one weary traveler, seen 'em all" kind? I need some human connection, people!
The staff? Actually, they were pretty darn good. Friendly. Helpful. Not overly saccharine, which I appreciate. I had a minor issue with the TV remote (a personal tech crisis), and someone from the front desk patiently came up and fixed it. (Bless their hearts!) No complaints here. They made the experience what it was. They certainly weren't robots. They were *real*. And let’s face it, that’s rare nowadays.
The "Getaway" Part: What's there to DO outside of, you know, eating waffles and watching TV? Give me some local recommendations!
Okay, Plymouth is your launching pad, people. You're a hop, skip, and a jump from Minneapolis. Go explore! Drive around the lakes, they’re beautiful. Check out a museum. Catch a show. Do whatever tickles your fancy. Local recommendations? I'm a terrible planner, honestly. But the hotel staff had some great suggestions, and a little online research goes a long way. Don't be afraid to wander! Seriously, that is worth the visit alone.
Overall Experience: Would you go back? And, most importantly, would you recommend it? Lay it on me! The truth!
Honestly? Yeah. I would absolutely go back. The Minneapolis Plymouth Getaway – specifically, this Residence Inn - wasn't perfect, but it was genuinely good. Clean, comfortable, convenient. The waffles alone are worth the price of admission. And the staff were great. Is it a dream? Well… no. But sometimes, you don’t need unicorns. You just need a good waffle and a decent night's sleep. And that's exactly what I got. Go there. Eat waffles. Enjoy yourself. You won't regret it. ...Unless, of course, you hate waffles. In which case, I don't think we can be friends.
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