Portland Sheraton Sable Oaks: Your Dream Maine Getaway Awaits!
Portland Sheraton Sable Oaks: Maine Magic? Let's Dive In! (A Messy, Honest Review)
Okay, so I just got back from the Portland Sheraton Sable Oaks. "Your Dream Maine Getaway Awaits!" they hollered. Dream? Let's unpack that. Because, honestly, travel ain't always sunshine and lobster rolls, you know? Sometimes it's…well, it's life. And life, as we all know, is messy.
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First Impressions - The Grand Entrance (and a slight hiccup)
The Sable Oaks… it's big. Like, really big. And modern. The lobby is all polished surfaces and those massive chandeliers that scream "luxury!" Which, hey, I dig. First impressions are important, right? Especially after a long (and slightly delayed) flight in. They offer Airport Transfer which is a HUGE win, especially when navigating a new city. Seriously, after the stress of airport chaos, a smooth ride to the hotel? Priceless.
Check-in was… mostly smooth. They offer Contactless check-in/out, which is awesome in the current climate. But… the key card reader on my door was a little… temperamental. Took a few tries (and a sheepish look from the front desk guy) to get it working. Minor annoyance, sure. But hey, even in paradise, things ain't always perfect. Speaking of… 24-hour Front desk is a lifesaver.
Rooms & Amenities: The Good, the Bad, and the Perfectly Adequate
So, the room. Air Conditioning? Check. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms (Wi-Fi [free])? Double check. Internet Access- Wireless? You betcha! This is especially important for me, because I need to be able to blog and upload pictures! The Internet access – LAN is also nice, but I didn't use it, since the wifi was working really well. And, thank goodness, the Blackout Curtains! Because those Maine sunrises are relentless.
The bed itself? Pretty darn comfy. They have Extra long bed available. I'm not a giant, but you can tell the extra length, allowing you plenty of room to spread out. Daily Housekeeping kept things tidy, which is a huge plus.
Now, for the imperfections. The bathroom was functional, but not exactly memorable. The Shower had good water pressure, I'll give it that. But the Toiletries were the generic hotel kind, nothing to write home about. And the Mirror… well, it showed my face, but beyond that, not much to say. I felt the room decorations where a little… bland. It's a shame. They probably would not have been able to do anything like that, even if asked, for the following reasons: Non-smoking rooms
Accessibility: Making Sure Everyone Can Enjoy Maine
This is where the Sheraton really shines. I was impressed with the Facilities for disabled guests. The Elevator was spacious and easily accessible. I saw Wheelchair accessible rooms, which is fantastic. Accessibility is NOT an afterthought here, it’s built into the experience. That's a HUGE win in my book.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax (The Maine Event!)
Okay, the fun stuff. The Swimming pool! Swimming pool [outdoor]! It's gorgeous, with views! Picture this: lounging by the pool, a cold drink in hand, and the Maine air… It's pure bliss. But, I'm a spa person, myself.
The Spa: A Maine-iac's Confession
Now, here’s where I went a little… overboard. I am obsessed with Sauna, especially when I'm on vacation. I basically lived in it. I also took advantage of their Body scrub and Massage. The Body wrap, I skipped. I wanted to relax, but I'm not sure I wanted to be mummified in seaweed! The massage was pure heaven. One of the best I've ever had. Seriously, if you go, BOOK A MASSAGE. Okay? Do it. You won't regret it. It's an experience that will help bring you the most relaxing time in the hotel.
I didn't try the Steamroom, but it looked inviting. They have Spa/sauna. Also, if you are health-conscious, you can find the Fitness center.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Fueling the Adventure
The Restaurants at the Sheraton… varied. They offered a Breakfast [buffet]. You could get a little bit of everything. It had the usual suspects: Western breakfast, Asian breakfast, Buffet in restaurant. You could also get an Alternative meal arrangement.
The Poolside bar was fantastic for a late afternoon drink. Sipping cocktails by a pool with a view? Yes, please. They offered a Happy hour! The a la carte in restaurant menu was pretty good, and their Coffee shop had some seriously good coffee. And they had Snack bar and Bottle of water.
The food? Decent. Not mind-blowing, but perfectly acceptable. They did offer Vegetarian restaurant. I enjoyed the Desserts in restaurant. I wasn't completely blown away but satisfied.
Cleanliness and Safety: Navigating the New Normal (and being a Nervous Nellie)
Okay, let's talk about the elephant in the room: COVID. I’m still a little nervous about traveling in the middle of a pandemic. The Sheraton did a good job with Cleanliness and safety. They had Anti-viral cleaning products in use. They had Daily disinfection in common areas. I saw the staff regularly sanitizing surfaces. They also provided Hand sanitizer and Individually-wrapped food options. They had a good Safe dining setup.
Services and Conveniences: The Little Things That Matter
The Sheraton offers a ton of conveniences. Business facilities are available if you need to work, including a Xerox/fax in business center. The Concierge was helpful with recommendations. They had Currency exchange. Laundry service is always a plus. Dry cleaning is too. They also had Luggage storage.
For the Kids (and the Kid in All of Us)
They have Family/child friendly. They also have Babysitting service and Kids meal.
The Verdict: Dreamy or Just a Good Time?
So, is the Portland Sheraton Sable Oaks a dream Maine getaway? Honestly? It's not perfect. But it's a really solid option. The accessibility is top-notch, the spa is heavenly, and the location is convenient. The inconsistencies? Well, they're part of the charm, aren't they?
Final Score: 4 out of 5 lobsters (because you can't give a Maine hotel a perfect score without a lobster reference). I would definitely go back. And maybe, just maybe, I'll try that body wrap next time… Wish me luck!
Pensacola Airport's BEST Kept Secret: Hyatt Place Uncovered!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because we're about to wrestle a travel itinerary out of the clutches of the Portland Sheraton at Sable Oaks. And trust me, this isn't going to be your meticulously planned, bullet-pointed affair. This is going to be… well, it's going to be me. And I'm a mess. But a lovable mess, I hope. Here we go…
Day 1: Arrival, Regrets, and the Lobster Roll Revelation
1:00 PM - Arrival, Check-in, and the Immediate Crumbling of My Expectations: Okay, first off, getting to Maine looked easy on a map. Turns out, "easy" translates to "bumpy ride with a screaming toddler in front of you complaining about the lack of snacks." Finally stumble into the Sheraton at Sable Oaks, and the lobby looks nice, kinda corporate-generic nice, but hey, a roof is a roof, right? Check-in is a blur of hotel jargon and my desperate plea for a room away from the ice machine (seriously, those things are demons in disguise). The room… well, it's a room. Bed, TV, the usual sad little desk. Already, the fantasy of a perfectly Instagrammable getaway is starting to crack.
2:30 PM - The Mission: Lunch. The Destination: Somewhere, Anywhere, That Serves Lobster: I swear, for weeks I'd been fantasizing about a lobster roll. So, naturally, I'm now starving and googling "best lobster rolls Portland Maine" like a crazed culinary detective. After a solid twenty minutes, my stomach is growling, and I have to make a choice.
3:30 PM - The Lobster Roll Pilgrimage: Decision time. I'm going with Eventide Oyster Co. even though people say it's overrated… I do regret not being at the counter to order the Brown Butter Lobster Roll but, I'll go again.
4:30 PM - The "Oh, This Is Actually Kind Of Nice" Walk: After devouring my lobster roll in record time, despite regretting not getting to order it myself, I do a bit of strolling. The air is brisk, the harbor is lovely, and for a fleeting moment, I forget about the stress of the drive. A seagull swoops down, and I almost jump. Okay, maybe I did jump. I’m still a city gal through and through so the nature is a bit intense.
6:00 PM - The Hotel Gym Debacle: I intended to hit the hotel gym. I really, really did. But after the lobster roll, the walk, and a sudden downpour, the allure of the bed, a trashy reality TV show, and a bag of chips won out. Shame. But also, no shame. Prioritizing my own well-being, even if it's just mental well-being, is a win, right? Right???
7:00 PM - Dinner: Finding the silver lining in the Sable Oaks darkness I have dinner at a place close to the hotel. The hotel restaurant looked a bit depressing, so I tried a place close by called "The Shack". It wasn't the best experience but, hey, there was good beer and food.
9:00 PM - The Utter Bliss of Uninterrupted Sleep: And then… sleep. Sweet, glorious, uninterrupted sleep.
Day 2: Coastal Adventures and Existential Lobster Roll Crisis
8:00 AM - The World's Most Half-Hearted Hotel Breakfast: I'm a sucker for a hotel waffle, despite knowing I'll regret it later. I load up my plate with fruit (trying to fight the bloat) and some sad, watery scrambled eggs. The coffee, surprisingly, is okay. The whole scene feels vaguely apocalyptic.
9:00 AM - Coastal Drive of Dreams (and Traffic): Today's itinerary involves a scenic drive along the coast, with lighthouses, charming towns, and the relentless hope of another amazing lobster roll. This one will be a little less intense and more about the adventure.
10:00 AM - First pit stop! First pit stop is the Two Lights State Park, I get out of the car with my phone at the ready. It's more beautiful than I thought it would be. I spend the whole time by the ocean, taking pictures. I get to be one with nature, which I love.
12:00 PM - The Second Lobster Roll Hunt (and Possibly Murder): This is where things got intense. I have to visit Portland Head Light, but I'm so focused on my second lobster roll, this time.
2:00 PM - Cape Elizabeth and Portland Head Light: Gorgeous. Seriously, photos don't do it justice. The crashing waves, the rugged coastline, the majestic lighthouse… it's all very New England. I take a ton of pictures, and get lost in the beauty. But then, the hunger pangs return.
3:00 PM - The Big Lobster Roll Decision Round Two: Back in the car, hunger growing. "Okay, so you have to find a lobster roll," my inner voice says. "No pressure." I find a place close by.
3:30 PM - The Second Lobster Roll: Yay or Nay? It's honestly underwhelming. Not bad, but a far cry from the epic experience I'd been chasing. I feel… betrayed. By lobster. By expectations. By the universe. I sulk a little.
5:00 PM - Shopping. Retail therapy. I need new stuff I go to the nearest shopping center. I buy something I did not need but, I wanted.
6:00 PM - Dinner and the Final Confrontation: Dinner at another random place. At this point, I'm feeling emotionally exhausted. The lobster roll drama has taken its toll. I end up eating some pasta, and it's… fine.
8:00 PM - Bedtime: Feeling sleepy, I head back to Sheraton and sleep.
Day 3: Departure and the Lingering Lobster Legacy
8:00 AM - The Final Breakfast and the bittersweet goodbyes of the hotel: Another sad breakfast. The waffles are calling my name, but I resist. This time.
9:00 AM - Last-Minute Souvenir Shopping and the Realisation That I've Spent Too Much Money: I desperately try to hunt down a few souvenirs, mostly for myself. I find something tacky, but it's perfect.
10:00 AM - Goodbye Portland and the inevitable, "I'll Be Back!" Head out to the airport. The drive back is, thankfully, uneventful.
11:00 AM - Final Thoughts: I'm exhausted, slightly overstuffed, and emotionally drained. But despite the disappointments, the imperfect moments, and the soul-crushing lobster roll crisis, I had fun. Maine is beautiful. Lobster rolls (sometimes) are delicious. And sometimes, the best trips are the messy, imperfect ones. I will be back. And next time… I'm finding the perfect lobster roll. God help me.
Notes and Disclaimers:
- This itinerary is subject to change, whims, and the whims of my stomach.
- I may or may not have exaggerated certain emotional reactions. (Okay, I probably did.)
- I am not responsible for any lobster roll-related disappointments you may experience.
- Most importantly, have fun. Don't be afraid to deviate from the plan. And always, always bring snacks.
So, what exactly *is* this supposed to be about? Like, what am I even here for?
Okay, okay, good question! Honestly? I'm not entirely sure. The prompt said "an FAQ," and my brain is allergic to rigid structures, so...we're rolling with it. Think of this as a digital therapy session, but instead of a shrink, you get a keyboard and my unfiltered thoughts on... well, whatever pops into my head. It's probably going to be about *something*. Maybe life. Definitely pizza. Possibly existential dread. Who knows! Let's find out together. And, you know, let's just try to enjoy the ride. There'll be detours. There'll be wrong turns. There will *definitely* be typos. Buckle up.
I'm already confused. Is this *supposed* to make sense?
Sense? Hah! Define "sense." Look, the universe itself seems to actively *avoid* making sense half the time. And I'm just a humble (sort of) human trying to navigate it. Look, I *hope* it makes sense. But I'm also okay if it doesn't. Because honestly, a little bit of chaos keeps things interesting, right? Think of it like a Jackson Pollock painting, except instead of splattered paint, it's splattered thoughts. Just... try to relax, okay? Take a deep breath. We'll muddle through this together. We *have* to. There's no escape.
What's your biggest pet peeve? And, like, why?
Oh, *goodness*. Where do I even start? Okay, okay, let's go with the *classic*: People who chew with their mouths open. Seriously, it’s like a tiny, moist, masticating horror show. I once sat across from a guy at a diner who, and I swear to everything holy, was *practically gnawing at his burger*. Every chew was a symphony of soggy bun and gristle. I almost threw up. Seriously. It was a true test of my inner peace...which, admittedly, isn't all that resilient to begin with. I just... I can't. The sound. The visual. It's all just... wrong. This is why I only have take-out now.
Tell me about a time you completely bungled something. Like, a total faceplant.
Alright, let’s talk about the... *incident*. It was a few years back. I was attempting to make a grand entrance at a (rather awkward) party. I mean, majestic! My inner queen was yearning to be let free! I had envisioned sweeping into the room, sparkling, witty, and charming. You know, the whole shebang. Except... I was wearing heels. *High* heels. And, naturally, I tripped. Right at the doorway. And *crashed* face-first. Bags of groceries flying, a jar of pickles exploding, the whole nine yards.
The worst part? I’d spent like, a *week* mentally preparing the witty opening line that had been planned. When I finally scrabbled to my feet, covered in pickle brine and egg stains, the only thing I could squeak out was “…Well, *that* was dramatic.” The silence that followed was deafening. I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. Looking back now I can laugh, but in that moment? Pure, undiluted mortification. Yeah. That moment? A faceplant for the ages. And the smell of pickles haunted me for days.
What's something you're surprisingly passionate about? Like, something people wouldn't expect.
Okay, this one is kinda weird, and I'm a little embarrassed to admit it, but… stationery. Yes, really. Top-quality paper, beautiful pens, the perfect notebook... I could happily spend an entire afternoon browsing a ridiculously overpriced stationery shop. The feel of a smooth pen gliding across pristine paper? The satisfying heft of a well-bound journal? It's like ASMR for my soul. I know, I know, it's incredibly nerdy. But there's something so inherently *calming* about the art of writing, of *creating* something tangible with the tools of the trade. Plus, it’s a great excuse to buy pretty things! Don't judge me.
What is your biggest fear?
Gosh...okay. This is where I get really honest, *maybe too honest*. My biggest fear? Being forgotten. Just vanishing, like a whisper in the wind. Like all the things I've loved, hated, experienced, it all just… goes away. It's the ultimate existential horror show. It keeps me up at night. I want to leave a mark, to make a difference, however small. To have mattered. Even if it's just to the person who stumbles upon this totally unhinged FAQ years from now. Don’t let me be forgotten. Please.
What's a piece of advice you'd give to your younger self?
Oh, wow. Okay. This is harder than I thought. Probably *two* things: First, stop worrying so much about what other people think. Seriously, their opinions are mostly irrelevant. You do you. And second… invest in Bitcoin! Oh God, the missed opportunity! (Okay, I'm joking. Mostly.) But seriously. Embrace the weird. Take chances. Don't be afraid to fail. And for the love of all that is holy, don't be afraid to be yourself. Because trust me, it's way more interesting than pretending to be someone you're not. Also… maybe learn to cook. I still can't cook.
What is your favorite food? Tell me why!
Okay, this is easy. Pizza. I literally dream about pizza. It's the perfect food - cheesy, saucy, customizable. I love the slightly burned flavor, the way the cheese pulls apart... Honestly, it's a religion, not just a food. I can eat pizza any time, any day, for any reason. Depressed? Pizza. Happy? Pizza. Existential dread? Pizza. And if I’m being honest, and I should be, there's no bad pizza at all. Don’t even start with thin crust versus thick crust. The crust is the foundation, the cheese is the heart and soulHotel Hop Now
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