Escape to Dayton: Wyndham's Wingate North Dayton Oasis Awaits!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into the Wingate North Dayton – a place that, let's be honest, promised a "Dayton Oasis" and… well, let's see if it delivers. I'm prepared to be brutally honest, because let’s face it, sometimes you need a place that’s just… there. And maybe, just maybe, this one actually makes a good impression.
Let's get the nuts and bolts of this review out of the way first.
SEO-Fuelled Fact-Fest (The Necessary Evil):
Accessibility: Okay, important stuff first. They do boast about facilities for disabled guests, which is a huge plus. Wheelchair accessible? They should have that covered, but I'd CALL THEM and check specific rooms. Don't assume! Elevator? Yep, thank goodness. Facilities for disabled guests: They have this listed, but what does it actually look like? Call, confirm. I’m a stickler for this; it's gotta be more than just a blurb.
Internet Access: Okay, this is where Wingate should shine. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Thank. Freakin'. Goodness. Seriously. And… Internet [LAN]? Listed, for you old-school wired types. Internet Services: Hopefully, that means tech support if you're pulling your hair out. Wi-Fi in Public Areas: Crucial for those emergency email checks in the lobby!
Cleanliness & Safety (Post-Pandemic Edition): Alright, the critical bit. Anti-viral cleaning products? Listed, good. Cashless payment service? Yes! Score! Daily disinfection in common areas? Another good check. Doctor/nurse on call: Listed, excellent. Hand sanitizer: Hopefully, everywhere. Hot water linen and laundry washing? Duh! (But, good to know.) Hygiene certification? I'd be asking to see it! Individually-wrapped food options? Yes, probably, in this day and age. Physical distancing of at least 1 meter? Let’s hope so. Professional-grade sanitizing services? Promising! Room sanitization opt-out available? Interesting. Rooms sanitized between stays? Absolutely necessary. Safe dining setup? Hopeful. Trained staff? Absolutely.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking (The Fueling the Fire):
Restaurants: Listed! Now, what's on the menu? Bar? Essential. Maybe. Breakfast [buffet]? (More on this later, oh my goodness). Coffee shop? Gotta have it! Room service [24-hour]? A life-saver for late-night snack attacks. Poolside bar? YES!
Services and Conveniences: (The Stuff You Need):
Air conditioning…? Check. Concierge? Probably. Contactless check-in/out? Praise the Lord. Convenience store? Could be handy. Daily housekeeping? Yay! Elevator? Already mentioned. Facilities for disabled guests… we covered it. Laundry service? Thank you, universe. Luggage storage? Hopefully.
For the Kids…
Babysitting service? Not all angels. Family/child friendly? Okayish. Kids facilities? Ask about that!
Available in All Rooms (The Home Base):
Air conditioning? Yes! Free Wi-Fi Again, yes!! Coffee/tea maker? Crucial. Hair dryer? Yes! Ironing facilities? Please say yes. Mini bar? Temptation central. Non-smoking? PLEASE let it be! Refrigerator? Excellent. Shower? Yes! Wake-up service? Necessary. Wi-Fi [free]? The best of all worlds.
Now, the Real Review Begins…
…and let's get one thing straight: I'm not here to just regurgitate a list. I'm here to tell you if this place feels like a sanctuary or a glorified Motel 6. I went in wanting to like this Wingate. Heck, I needed to like it.
Honestly, the drive in was a real treat, the parking was super easy. Bonus points there. (Free parking is a LIFESAVER.)
The hotel itself. It’s clean. And in the post COVID world, that’s huge. Huge! I mean, I actively checked the corners of the rooms, I sniffed, and everything seemed to be in order. The staff were (mostly) friendly, albeit a little… tired. I’m guessing they've seen some things.
That Breakfast Buffet… A Case Study in Human Emotion
Alright, let’s talk breakfast. The buffet. The heart and soul of any hotel experience (at least for me). Now, the website proudly proclaims a "delicious breakfast buffet." Now, here’s the thing: Buffets are a precarious tightrope walk of hope and disappointment.
This one…well, let’s just say it ran the gamut. The scrambled eggs were… well, they existed. They weren’t actively bad, but they certainly weren’t singing a breakfast symphony of flavor. The pastries? A mixed bag. Some were surprisingly good, others looked like they'd been on display since the Clinton administration. There was a waffle maker, which is always a win (if the batter's up to snuff). I found myself staring at the sausage, contemplating its fate. Was it going to be the highlight of my morning? Would it be a dry, sad husk? I took a bite. It was… adequate.
The coffee was passable, which is the most important thing. You can't start your day wrong. And the staff were helpful, even keeping up with the constant refills and attempts to get through to the customers.
The Room: A Sanctuary or a Cell?
The room itself was fine. Clean. Functional. The bed was comfortable, which is a major win. The Wi-Fi – thank the gods – worked flawlessly. I really needed it to work. I had deadlines. The desk was a decent size, the lighting was okay. I even had a decent view of the …parking lot. Well, you can't win 'em all.
The bathroom? Clean. The water pressure was good, always a bonus. The toiletries… well, they were the standard hotel fare, but hey, they got the job done. I was a little disappointed there were no fresh flower bouquets, but, hey, I'm not the Ritz and I get that.
Poolside Bliss… or Brief Disappointment?
I’m a pool person. I live for a good pool. This one… well, it was okay. Outside. Good. The view was… well, there was a view, let's leave it at that. Cleanliness? Seemed fine, no obvious floating debris.
But here it gets… awkward.
The poolside bar? Closed. No cocktails, no snacks, no relaxation. Just… emptiness. The website claimed a poolside bar. Promises, promises! This was a real letdown, because I was ready for a margarita and some serious chill time. Instead, I was left with a slightly sad, slightly longing gaze at the empty barstools.
The Sauna & Spa Experience (Or Lack Thereof)
Okay, this is where the "Dayton Oasis" promise REALLY got tested. The Wingate website advertised a spa, a sauna. Okay, I thought, this could salvage things.
Here's where things started to feel unfinished. The spa… was under construction. The sauna? Also, unavailable. More promises, shattered. This was disappointing.
Quirks, Quirks, Everywhere!
Okay, a few random, quirky observations:
- The elevator music? Elevator classics. Mostly elevator-y, generic stuff.
- The lobby decor? It seemed to have a LOT of framed generic landscape photos. Lots.
- The vending machine? Okay, this one actually came through. I needed a late-night snack and the vending machine delivered a packet of peanut butter crackers. Hallelujah!
The Verdict?
So, is the Wingate North Dayton a true "Dayton Oasis?" Hmm… it's a mixed bag. The clean rooms, reliable Wi-Fi, and generally helpful staff were definite positives. The (sometimes) disappointing breakfast, the closed poolside bar and non-existent spa? Less so.
Would I stay here again? Possibly. If I needed a place that was clean, functional, and had decent Wi-Fi, absolutely. If I was looking for a luxurious escape with a fully functioning spa and a killer poolside bar? Nope.
It’s a solid place, that just needs to polish up its messaging and make sure everything the hotel advertises is actually up and running.
A Quick Note on Deals and Discounts
Wingate's site often has deals. Check for package deals, AAA discounts, and the like.
The Bottom Line…
The Wingate North Dayton is okay. It's not going to blow your mind, but it will provide a clean and functional place to stay with some very nice touches.
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Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're about to embark on a Wingate by Wyndham Dayton North adventure. Forget pristine itineraries, this is a journey into the deliciously imperfect heart of… well, a Wingate. And Dayton. Let's go!
Day 1: Arrival & Existential Dread in the Breakfast Buffet
- 1:00 PM: Arrive in Dayton, Ohio. Fly in? Drive in? Honestly, I blacked out a little getting here. All I remember is the crushing weight of existential dread that settles in the second you approach an airport. My inner critic, always a helpful companion, immediately starts chattering about the state of my life choices.
- 1:30 PM: Check-in. Oh, the joy. After a brutal journey, you can finally get to the sacred space of your hotel room! I swear, even the most basic hotel room feels like a palace after a long travel. The front desk clerk was…pleasant. Not overly enthusiastic, not overly dour. Just…there. I, on the other hand, was exhausted.
- 2:00 PM: Room Assessment. Okay, let's be honest. This Wingate room is… a room. Clean enough, I guess. The air conditioning is belching slightly (a dramatic flair perhaps?), but the promised "view" of the parking lot is delivered in full. This is what I call "living the dream."
- 2:30 PM: The Great Coffee Quest. Because, you know, survival. Hotel coffee is always a crapshoot. This time, it's lukewarm, weak, and tastes faintly of sadness. I persevere, because caffeine is my fuel and misery is my muse.
- 3:00 PM: Time to nap after a heavy flight.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner Time. Time to eat! The buffet is the heart of the hotel. The truth? The breakfast buffet is a goddamn adventure in itself.
Day 2: The Dayton Experience (Maybe?)
- 7:00 AM: Breakfast, the rematch. Armed with a renewed sense of optimism, I head back to the buffet. The waffle maker is my nemesis. It's a battle of man versus machine, and the machine is winning. I end up with something resembling a burnt hockey puck. I eat it anyway. Because, again, existential dread.
- 8:00 AM: Explore Dayton! Or, as much of Dayton as a slightly grumpy traveler can handle before noon. I'm aiming for the National Museum of the US Air Force. Sounds interesting, right? Hope I will not be bored!
- 11:00 AM: Air Force Museum! Seriously, this place is HUGE. It's a sensory overload of planes, history, and the overwhelming feeling that you're just a tiny speck in the vastness of time and space. I spent hours here. It was incredible. Like, actually incredible. Take a day to be here.
- 2:00 PM: Lunch. I find a greasy spoon diner on my way back to the hotel. Gotta fuel up for the afternoon nap after such a long journey.
- 4:00 PM: Nap time!
- 7:00 PM: Dinner and drinks. I find a local brewery and drink a couple of beers. Perfect way to end the day.
Day 3: Departure (and the Sadness of Saying Goodbye to a Parking Lot View)
- 7:00 AM: Breakfast: One last stab at the waffle maker. I fail spectacularly. Consider ordering room service.
- 9:00 AM: Final packing and staring longingly at the parking lot. Okay, maybe I'm being dramatic. But there's a certain… familiarity that grows on you.
- 10:00 AM: Checkout. The front desk clerk is still there, still pleasant. I smile weakly.
- 10:30 AM: Departure. Wave goodbye to Dayton.
- 11:00 AM: I get to the airport and just think about how I can't wait to sleep in my own bad.
Final Thoughts (and a Few Rambles):
This trip wasn't perfect, not by a long shot. I missed the hot tub (damn it!), the coffee was questionable, and the parking lot view will probably haunt my dreams. But you know what? It was real. It was messy. It was… well, it was a Wingate by Wyndham experience. And sometimes, that’s exactly what you need. Maybe the best memories are the ones forged in the face of slightly burnt waffles and lukewarm coffee. Maybe. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need a nap, and perhaps a large coffee… that's not from a hotel.
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Okay, spill the tea: Is this Wingate actually an "oasis"? Because, Dayton. Let's be real.
My expectations were rock bottom, mind you. I was there for a *very* important… uh… craft fair. Yeah, a craft fair. Don't judge me. Anyway, I was prepared for the worst: sticky carpets, questionable stains, and screaming kids at 6 AM. But the lobby was actually pretty pleasant, the staff was genuinely friendly (a rarity!), and my room… my room was… well, it wasn't the Ritz, but it wasn't the Black Lagoon either. I'd give it a solid 7/10. Better than the Super 8 I stayed at last year, let's just leave it at that.
The pool. The essential question. Is it...swim-able? (And is it actually *heated*?)
BUT. The pool *looked* inviting. The *temperature*… well, it wasn't ice-cold. Let's just say it was… brisk. I dipped a toe in. A toe! And immediately, my brain screamed, "Nope!" So, no swimming for me. My dreams of underwater meditation were dashed. But I did see one brave soul (a small child, bless her heart) splashing around. So, take that as you will. Heated-ish. Maybe? Bring a wetsuit.
The pool area itself? Clean. Not a lot of chaos. Plenty of towels (thank god!). Better than some, not quite resort-level vibes.
Breakfast. The make-or-break moment. Was it the usual sad continental situation? Or did they actually try?
Honestly? It was better than average. MUCH better. They had the standard stuff: cereal, yogurt, muffins, the questionable fruit salad that's probably been sitting there since the Carter administration. But! They also had… *drumroll*… a waffle maker! And not just one, but *two*! And! AND! They had *syrup*! (Not the fake stuff, REAL maple syrup! ...I think.)
The waffle experience was its own journey. First, there was the line. (Craft fair participants are hungry, apparently.) Then the waffle itself. A bit dense, a little unevenly cooked (my fault, I was rushing!), but warm, and covered in syrup. And in that moment, surrounded by plastic cups and lukewarm coffee, I felt… okay. Just… okay. And that's a win, people. THAT'S A WIN.
Parking. Is it a battle for a space, or are you alright? Because nothing kills a vibe like circling the lot for 20 minutes.
There's ample parking, it seemed. And well-lit. Which is a bonus, especially when you're walking back from *another* late-night craft fair session… (yes, they dragged it out. I’m still recovering.) So, yeah. Parking: a non-issue. Praise be.
Alright, be honest: are the beds comfy? Because an uncomfortable bed can ruin EVERYTHING.
Not luxurious. Not cloud-like. Not the kind of bed you write poetry about. But… okay. They did the job. They were clean. The sheets *seemed* clean (always the worry, right?). I slept. I didn't wake up with a searing backache. So, yeah. Passable. Consider it a solid, dependable friend. (Think of a golden retriever: loyal and good-hearted, if not particularly glamorous.) That's the bed.
Location, location, location! Is it actually NEAR anything interesting? Like, besides the craft fair? (Sorry, couldn’t resist)
It's close to the interstate, which is convenient. There are some restaurants nearby, chain-y places mostly, but you're not exactly stranded in the middle of nowhere. I saw a Red Robin. (I didn't go. But it was there.) And, um… it’s *convenient* to the craft fair. (Okay, I’m done now.) Seriously though, it's not exactly a bustling metropolis. You ARE in Dayton. Manage your expectations. Drive to the good restaurants, drive to places, it is not a walkable city.
Would you *actually* stay there again? Be honest!
But would I plan a vacation *just* to stay at the Wingate in North Dayton? Absolutely not. But for a quick trip, a craft fair (again, don't judge), or a brief escape from… life? Yeah. It'll do. Just bring your own snorkel... just in case.
Honestly? Consider it a perfectly serviceable, slightly above-average hotel in a city that, let's be honest, isn't exactly known for its luxury resorts. And sometimes, that's all you need. (NowStarlight Inns
