Unbelievable Memphis Getaway: La Quinta Wolfchase Inn & Suites Deal!
My Honest, Messy, and Occasionally Over-the-Top Ramble Through [Hotel Name - fill it in!]
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because I just spent a week at [Hotel Name], and let me tell you, it was… an experience. Before you even ask, yes, I'm exhausted. And yes, I'm still picking glitter out of my hair. (Don't ask.) This review is going to be a bit of a rollercoaster, like the time I tried to assemble IKEA furniture after three margaritas. Prepare yourself.
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First Impressions & Getting Around (The Arrival From Hell…Maybe?)
The airport transfer was… well, it happened. The car smelled faintly of air freshener and regret, and the driver, bless him, looked utterly defeated. He was probably used to dealing with jetlagged, grumpy tourists like me. The hotel itself? Grand. Overwhelmingly grand. Marble everywhere. I felt like a peasant stumbling into a palace.
- Getting There: Airport transfer – check. Valet parking – also check. (Thankfully, because parallel parking is my mortal enemy.) Car park [on-site & free]? Yes! Yay! That's practical, unlike my current lack of coordination.
- Access & Security: The lobby was genuinely beautiful, but I immediately started scrutinizing the Facilities for disabled guests and the Elevator. Crucial stuff, right? Good news! Both were present and accounted for. Security [24-hour] was reassuring, even if I did spend the first night convinced someone was trying to steal my snacks.
- Check-in/out: Contactless check-in/out was a lifesaver, because, honestly, after traveling, I was a germaphobe on overdrive. Check-in/out [express] - sweet! Check-in/out [private]? Unfortunately, no experience.
The Room: My Temporary Fortress of Solitude
Okay, the room. My little haven! Or, you know, the place I’d be spending most of my time…
- The Essentials: Look, Air conditioning? Absolutely essential, especially because the weather decided to morph into an inferno. A desk to pretend I was actually working? Present. The Free Wi-Fi was a blessing, particularly after I found out I could get to the Internet Access – Wireless. Blackout curtains? YES! These are non-negotiable for a creature of the night like myself. I loved my room and was not disappointed by my Daily housekeeping. I will always welcome my fresh bed.
- The Extras: Bathtub? Check! Bathrobes? Swanky! Toiletries? Finally, something other than the generic "Hotel Soap of Unidentifiable Origin." A hair dryer that actually worked? Miracles do happen. Even a Mini Bar was there, ready to be ransacked. (Spoiler alert: I ransacked it.) The in-room safe box was appreciated, although I only really trusted it with my passport and the emergency chocolate stash. Slippers were included, I felt very boujee.
The Great Wi-Fi Debate (Or, How I Lost My Mind Online)
- Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! – Praise be. Honestly! I was so happy to get to my room and connect. However, the Internet Access – Wireless gave me trouble, no surprise I guess. So, I was left using Internet Access – LAN.
- Wi-Fi in public areas: Actually, I saw a few people working in the lobby with their laptops, so it seems like it worked!
- Internet services: It existed. Probably a good thing for those in meetings.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: My Stomach's Adventure
This is where things got… interesting.
- Breakfast: Breakfast [buffet] was a beast. A chaotic, glorious beast. They had Asian breakfast options (good stuff!), and, thankfully, Western breakfast staples too. Coffee/tea in restaurant was free.
- Restaurants: Restaurants plural. Happy hour and Poolside bar helped. I was able to indulge in A la carte in restaurant, International cuisine in restaurant, Salad in restaurant, Snack bar and Soup in restaurant.
- Room Service: The Room service [24-hour] was a dangerous temptation. Ordering a burger at 3 AM is a mistake I made on multiple occasions.
- The Quirks: Bottle of water was provided constantly. Breakfast takeaway service was handy for those mornings when I just couldn't face anything but my bathtub.
Spa & Relaxation: Pretending to be a Grown-Up
I'll be honest, this was the highlight. A complete and utter escape from reality.
- The Ritual: Spa, Spa/sauna, Steamroom, Sauna, Massage, and probably some other things I forgot (or was too relaxed to remember). Body scrub and Body wrap? Yes, please! The Pool with view was breathtaking. I truly experienced a moment of peace.
- The Fitness Fiasco: Okay, so the Fitness center, Gym/fitness was there, I did not visit, but I heard good things.
Cleanliness & Safety: Seriously Impressed
Okay, this is where [Hotel Name] really shone. I was genuinely impressed.
- The Sanitizing Brigade: Anti-viral cleaning products? Check. Daily disinfection in common areas? Yep. Rooms sanitized between stays? Absolutely. This felt comforting.
- The Details: Hand sanitizer everywhere, Staff trained in safety protocol, and Individually-wrapped food options? They were taking this seriously. Physical distancing of at least 1 meter was adhered to. Sterilizing equipment on display was reassuring.
- The Extras: Doctor/nurse on call – a reassuring touch, even if I didn't need it. First aid kit present.
Services & Conveniences: The Little Things
- The Helpful Crew: Concierge was actually useful. Daily housekeeping kept my room from turning into a biohazard zone, which I appreciated. On-site event hosting seemed like a thing.
- The Practicalities: Laundry service was a lifesaver. Cash withdrawal and Currency exchange were handy. The Convenience store was a godsend for late-night snack runs. Doorman was there.
- The Quirks: I didn't even know Facilities for disabled guests were available. I was glad that the Elevator came in handy, too.
For the Kids: Mini-Me's Dream Come True…Maybe!
Okay, I'm not a parent, so I can only comment on what I observed.
- The Good: Family/child friendly seemed like a legit claim. Babysitting service was available. I saw some cute children and the like.
Accessibility
- Wheelchair accessible - Yes, which is great.
- On-site accessible restaurants / lounges - Definitely yes.
The Bottom Line?
Look, [Hotel Name] wasn't perfect. But it was a good experience. I'd go back. I'd probably even recommend it. Just be prepared for potential glitter explosions, questionable late-night room service decisions, and a serious need for a holiday after your holiday.
Recommendation: Definitely worth a visit! Just remember to pack your sense of humor and a spare pair of comfy pants. And maybe bring a few extra hair ties. You'll need them.
Overall Rating: 4.5 out of 5 "Would Go Backs."
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Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your grandma's perfectly-formatted travel itinerary! This is MY Memphis, straight from the slightly-creaky-but-comfortable La Quinta Inn & Suites by Wyndham Memphis Wolfchase. And yes, I'm talking to you, whoever's reading this in a dimly lit room, probably wishing they were here with me.
MY Memphis Mishmash: A La Quinta-Fueled Adventure (with some questionable choices along the way)
Day 1: Arrival, Blues, and the Battle of the Bedspread
14:00 (ish): Arrive at Memphis International Airport (MEM). Okay, first impression: the airport smelled faintly of BBQ and desperation. Which, honestly, is kind of Memphis in a nutshell. Grab the rental car (a beat-up sedan named "Betsy," because I'm nothing if not cliché). The drive to the La Quinta in Wolfchase… well, it’s a drive. Not particularly scenic. Lots of chain restaurants and strip malls. Honestly, made me feel like I accidentally wandered into a time capsule from the 90s. But hey, it's clean-ish.
15:00 (ish): CHECK IN! Finally at the La Quinta. The front desk guy seemed vaguely amused by my existence. He probably deals with worse, let's be real. My room… well, it's a La Quinta. The bedspread, though? A symphony of questionable geometric patterns. I'm pretty sure it's from the era of the internet dial-up sound. Still, the AC blasted icy air, and that's a win in Memphis in July.
16:00: Unpack the bag, try to figure out the damn television. They're always hard to figure out.
17:00 Decide that I need to go get some food, so I leave to go eat something at a local restaurant called "Central BBQ."
18:00: It's a must, and the ribs are something else. I have to admit, it was divine! I thought the food could be a little bit better, maybe, but the ribs were delicious, so all is forgiven.
19:30: Time to catch some live music! Head to Beale Street. Oh man, it's a sensory overload. The air is thick with the smell of fried food, sweat, and the promise of debauchery. Found a place called "B.B. King's Blues Club." The music was incredible. Raw, soulful, heartbreaking, and the kind of blues that burrowed into your bones and made you want to dance (even if you can't dance). Okay, maybe especially if you CAN'T dance.
22:00: Beale Street gets a little… energetic. Let's just say I saw some things. And heard some things. And maybe did some things I won't be bragging about to my mother. Back to the La Quinta. Bedtime. Bedspread remains an unsolved mystery.
Day 2: Graceland, Guilt, and the Gospel According to Elvis
09:00: Woke up. The bedspread remains. Breakfast at the La Quinta. Standard hotel fare, but the coffee was surprisingly decent. Needed it after the previous night's festivities.
10:00: Graceland. The Mecca. The holy ground. The Elvis house. Honestly? Overwhelming. The sheer stuff. The rhinestone jumpsuits. The pink Cadillac. The jungle room… I felt a strange mix of awe and slight embarrassment. Like, "Wow, this man lived like this?" and, "Okay, maybe I shouldn't judge someone's décor choices, especially if they're a king."
12:00: The mansion didn't make me feel like an Elvis fan specifically. I appreciate it a little more, but I can't say that I loved it. All the people made it a little less fun.
13:00: Lunch at the Arcade Restaurant, apparently the oldest restaurant in Memphis. Solid diner food. Felt like I was sitting in a movie. The waitresses? No-nonsense pros. I like them.
14:00: Feeling a bit guilty about the amount of money I've already spent. The Graceland gift shop was a siren song. Got a keychain. Regretting it slightly. Decided to balance the Elvis excess with something… spiritual. Visited the Stax Museum of American Soul Music.
15:00: Stax. Pure, unadulterated soul. The music, the stories, the raw emotion… it was powerful. Made me completely forget about the bedspread and the keychain. It felt real. It felt necessary. It was definitely the highlight of the day. Actually, might be the highlight of the entire trip.
16:30: I decide to go to the Lorraine Motel to learn about the Civil Rights movement.
18:00: So, I learned a bit about the civil rights movement. It was sad but really interesting. I wish I had taken some of my family here so they could learn.
20:00: Dinner again. This time at a recommended place called Rendezvous. Again, ribs. Yes, I have a problem. No shame. They were different from Central BBQ. Definitely worth it.
22:00: Back to the La Quinta. Bedspread. Sleep.
Day 3: Civil War History, and the Departures
09:00: Breakfast, standard La Quinta fare. I'm starting to feel a strange kinship with the lukewarm scrambled eggs.
10:00: I checked out and I left for the National Civil Rights Museum, but that'd been done already. Today, it was a drive to the National Civil War Museum at the Memphis Peabody Hotel. It was good to see.
12:00: I had lunch at Peabody Hotel, a salad, just in case. It wasn't enough, so I ordered a plate of fries.
14:00: Back to the Memphis airport, and the plane departs.
16:00: Arrival
17:30: End of trip
Notes and Observations:
- The Bedspread: Still wondering about it.
- Memphis Heat: Intense. Hydrate. Always.
- The People: Generally lovely. Southern hospitality is real.
- The Food: Mostly amazing. Ribs. All the ribs.
- Things I Missed: Sun Studio (d'oh!), the Pyramid (maybe next time).
- Rating the La Quinta: Clean enough. AC works. Bedspread is a crime against textiles, but, hey, you get what you pay for. 6/10. Wouldn't hesitate to stay there again.
Final Thoughts:
Memphis is a city of contradictions. Gritty and glamorous. Soulful and sassy. Delicious and… well, sometimes a little bit weird. It's a city that stays with you. It gets under your skin. And yeah, it might leave you questioning the aesthetic choices of a certain hotel chain, but it's a journey worth taking. So, go. Get yourself to Memphis. See the sights. Eat the ribs. Embrace the chaos. And try your best not to judge the bedspread. You won't regret it. (Probably.)
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Do you actually *know* anything? 'Cause, like, I’m expecting some actual answers. Not just, "hmm, that's a good question."
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What’s your favorite color? This is a genuine question.
Can you give advice on *anything*? Like, *anything*?
So, what about love? Can you help me with that?
Okay, Okay, Let’s Get Specific: How do I deal with rejection? I just got dumped. Like, *dumped* dumped.
First of all, sob. Just let it out. Ugly cry, if you must. There's a reason tissues were invented. Get it all out, the hurt, the anger, the disbelief. It's valid. It's your right. Don't try to be stoic. Screw stoicism. It's about as helpful as a screen door on a submarine.
Next, get a friend. No, seriously. Summon one of your people. The one who's seen you at your absolute worst and still loves you. The one who will bring snacks and not judge your questionable decisions (like eating an entire tub of ice cream while watching cheesy rom-coms). Talking helps. Even if you just repeat "I can't believe this happened" a thousand times.
Then, distract yourself. Find your happy place, even if it's temporary. Watch stupid videos. Listen to aggressive music. Go for a run (or just a walk, if running feels like too much effort). Do something, anything, that pulls you out of the swirling vortex of self-pity.
DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT stalk their social media. Or, if you do, limit it to a single glance. Don't compare yourself to their new life. People always portray their best life. And don't delude yourself into thinking you can "win them back." Unless there was a mutual betrayal. Then, by all means, get the revenge of your life. That's cathartic. But generally, give it time.
Finally, and I really mean this: Be kind to yourself. Beating yourself up over the situation will only make things worse. This hurts right now, but you will survive. You are stronger than you think. And, okay, maybe after a bit, start wondering where things went wrong (but not in an obsessive way). Learn what you need to learn from the experience, and getBook a Stay
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