Escape to Joliet: Luxurious Stay at Holiday Inn & Suites!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into the Escape to Joliet: Luxurious Stay at Holiday Inn & Suites! experience. Forget your perfectly polished brochure, we’re going raw, real, and maybe a little… chaotic. This isn't just a review; it's a chaotic emotional rollercoaster.
The Arrival: Joliet, Illinois - You Better Believe I'm Nervous (and Probably Lost)
First off, Joliet. Yeah, Joliet. Let's just get that out of the way. It's… Joliet. The drive itself… well, let's just say GPS and I had a moment. Thankfully, getting to the hotel wasn’t too bad, and the Airport transfer option is a real godsend if you're flying in… like a sane person. (I drove, okay? Don't judge.)
Accessibility: Can Anyone Really Get Around?
Okay, I'll try to be objective. The hotel says it's accessible. And let's be honest, that's a huge deal, especially if you need it. I checked their Elevator (duh, important!), and they have Facilities for disabled guests. I didn't personally test everything, but it looks like they've made an effort. That's a huge plus in my book.
Cleanliness and Safety: Did They Sanitize The Doorknobs?! (Good Job, If So)
Right, let's talk pandemic paranoia. I'm a germaphobe, okay? So, I really appreciated the Anti-viral cleaning products. The Daily disinfection in common areas made me breathe easier (slightly). The Staff trained in safety protocol gave me some peace of mind. Did I see them actually use the sanitizing equipment? Nope. But the Rooms sanitized between stays sounds promising. Hand sanitizer was everywhere. That's the kind of thing that makes me feel human again. They even had Sanitized kitchen and tableware items. And, this is big…or it was for me…the Room sanitization opt-out available. I like that. It empowers me.
The Room: My Temporary Fortress (and Where the Real Review Begins!)
Alright, the room! Let's get real. I hate hotels. I'm a homebody because I'm scared of things. Seriously, what if there are monsters under the bed? Thankfully, the Exterior corridor did not freak me out too much.
My room… was… okay. It had Air conditioning, thank GOD. The Blackout curtains were a godsend because I am a vampire! The Bed was as expected. Not amazing, not terrible. The Desk was functional. There was a Coffee/tea maker (crucial!). Free Wi-Fi and yes, it’s Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Praise the internet gods! Now, I'm talking Internet access – wireless and Internet access – LAN. I could work and stream whatever my heart desires. Good, good.
Oh, and the Bathroom phone? That's a weird inclusion. Bathrobes were nice. Slippers? Even better! The extra long bed was a relief, I'm too tall for these things, dang it!
But here's the messy truth: I lost my way. Got tangled in the closet. Felt a surge of panic. It was too much.
Dining: Feeding the Beast Within
Disclaimer: I’m a terrible eater. I’m the kind of person who judges a restaurant based on its coffee. I judge everything by coffee in fact.
The hotel… has Restaurants. Apparently, Asian something. Breakfast [buffet] was there but I'd rather sleep. Coffee/tea in restaurant – yes! Coffee shop – finally! I took a deep breath finally safe. I really didn't try much. Room service [24-hour] – always a win. But a Vegetarian restaurant? That’s great for anyone who eats their vegetables.
I, however, mainly survived on whatever I could snag from the Convenience store. (Shh, don't tell anyone.)
Things to do, Ways to Relax – or, How I Tried Not to Freak Out Completely
Okay, this is where things get interesting. I'm not a "spa" person, but they had a Spa and Spa/sauna. I'm a Pool with view and Swimming pool [outdoor] person, though. But I didn’t swim. The Fitness center was there. I didn't visit it. I just couldn't, okay?
There's a Sauna. There's Steamroom. And yeah, there's a Gym/fitness. Just a lot of things that didn't happen for me.
Services and Conveniences: The Stuff They Don't Tell You About (or That I Forgot to Mention Initially)
Air conditioning in public area – yes, thank you. Cash withdrawal – helpful. Concierge – I didn't ask for help. Daily housekeeping – great, I like coming back to a clean room. Elevator – critical. Facilities for disabled guests – good. Food delivery – useful. Laundry service – good, could use it. Luggage storage – I survived without. Meeting/banquet facilities – ugh, stuff I'd avoid. Safety deposit box – probably should have used that. But I did appreciate the Doorman.
For the Kids: Because Even Chaos Needs a Break
I don't have kids, but they had Babysitting service (if you dare!). Family/child-friendly environment. Kids facilities. Kids meal. Fair enough, I guess. Good for the real people.
The Verdict: Would I Escape Again?
Okay, here's the big question. Would I stay here again? Honestly…maybe. If someone forced me to stay in Joliet again. The cleanliness and safety measures were a huge plus for my anxiety-riddled self. The free Wi-Fi was a lifesaver (literally). And the location was decent, if you're into Joliet (which I'm still not entirely sure I am).
But here's the real deal: this is NOT a luxury resort. It's a solid, comfortable, clean Holiday Inn & Suites. It's a safe haven. And sometimes, that's all you need.
My Unhinged Offer (Because Why Not?)
Book your Escape to Joliet at Holiday Inn & Suites and receive the following:
- Guaranteed Anxiety-Free Stay (or at least, reduced anxiety, probably). You'll get a room that's been sanitized within an inch of its life!
- Unlimited Wi-Fi. (Seriously, we checked!) Stream your heart out, work remotely, stalk your ex – whatever floats your boat.
- A chance to escape… Joliet! (Just kidding… mostly.) You can experience somewhere new, something different.
- Bonus: The satisfaction of knowing you survived another chaotic review! (You're welcome.)
Click here to book your escape NOW, before I change my mind (or lose the plot completely).
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't gonna be your perfectly-squared-away travel brochure itinerary. This is real life at the Holiday Inn & Suites Joliet Southwest by IHG. Prepare for some Joliet-sized feelings.
The Joliet Jaunt of Joy (and Maybe Mild Regret at the Breakfast Buffet)
Day 1: Arrival and Existential Hotel Room Contemplation
2:00 PM: Arrived! Whew, finally. Road trip anxiety hit me like a semi-truck carrying…well, something very, very heavy. Found the Holiday Inn without getting hopelessly lost, which is a win in my book. Checked in. The lobby? Clean, generic. The floral arrangements looked suspiciously plastic. Already questioning the meaning of life, and I hadn't even seen my room yet.
2:30 PM: Room reveal! Okay, not bad. Not amazing, but decent. Two queen beds (hallelujah, space!), a desk that's probably seen more spreadsheets than I care to think about, and a view…of the parking lot. But hey, free Wi-Fi! Score. Immediately sprawled across one of the beds, testing its structural integrity. Verdict: Passable. Decided I needed a nap before I could even consider unpacking. (Unpacking is hard work, you know?)
4:00 PM: Woke up feeling slightly less like a crumpled piece of paper. Time for the big question: where to eat? The hotel's online menu said "American Cuisine," which could mean anything from a burger joint to a Michelin-starred diner. I took the gamble and went to the in-house restaurant. It turned out to be neither. But the chicken wings? Surprisingly on point. The waitress, bless her, was frazzled but charming, and I felt bad for her when the ketchup dispenser exploded all over her apron. "Don't worry, honey," I said (probably a bit too loudly), "we've all been there." She gave me a weary smile. This is when I realized I really needed a drink.
6:00 PM: Drinks. I'm not picky. One drink, then two, then three. I started to overshare the existential questions again with the bartender. Good times. The hotel bar staff, I found, are always the unsung heroes of the travel.
7:00 PM: Stumbled back to my room. Ordered some pizza because I'm on vacation and can. Watched some trash TV. Finally felt the road trip worries melting away.
Day 2: Breakfast Buffet Blues and a Joliet Prison Pilgrimage
7:00 AM: Woke up with a vague sense of dread. It must be the breakfast buffet. The sheer quantity of choices at these things always overwhelms me. I approached with a grim determination. Scrambled eggs? Questionable. Bacon? Soggy. The plastic-looking fruit? I may have skipped that one. But the coffee? Surprisingly decent and strong enough to jolt me to life. This is the make-or-break factor of a hotel, and they passed, barely.
8:00 AM: I needed to find something to do. I had heard about the Joliet Correctional Center. I mean, it's the prison from The Blues Brothers, right? I decided to book a tour. This was a big choice for me, but I was happy to be there.
9:00 AM: Arrived at the prison for the tour. Let me tell you, this place could have had some serious vibes. The tour guide, a former guard (totally legit), was a font of dark, fascinating stories. Walking through those echoing cell blocks, seeing the graffiti left behind by inmates, it was chilling. The history was heavy. I could practically feel the ghosts (maybe just the exhaustion from the breakfast buffet, actually).
12:00 PM: After the tour, needed a serious dose of sunshine and something other than a prison tour. Strolled through the town. It had a surprisingly cool vibe and interesting architecture.
1:00 PM: Lunch at a local diner. This was my true happy place. Real food, friendly folks, and the best darn pie I've had in ages.
2:00 PM: Back at the hotel. Needed more snacks. It's a vacation ritual.
6:00 PM: The pool seemed like a good idea. It had a lukewarm, chlorine-infused water that felt strangely calming. I sat in the hot tub. This was when I realized the hotel was a microcosm of life.
7:00 PM: Room ordered another meal for dinner. I figured, what are the best parts about travel? Good hotel food.
Day 3: Departure and Deep Thoughts (and a lingering sense of regret)
7:00 AM: Back at the breakfast buffet. I knew I'd be judged.
8:00 AM: Final room inspection, packed up, and checked out. Joliet was a mixed bag. It was weird, sometimes boring, sometimes thrilling, all wrapped up in something that really makes you think.
9:00 AM: Started the drive home, already missing the quiet of my hotel room and the warmth of the shower.
10:00 AM: Stopped for coffee. Not the hotel coffee. Real coffee.
12:00 PM: Arrived home. Exhausted. But hey, I lived to tell the tale, right? And, truth be told, I'd do it all again. (Except maybe skip the soggy bacon next time.)
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