Unbelievable St. Louis Getaway: Fairfield Inn & Suites Pontoon Beach!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups! This is gonna be less a review and more a… well, a messy, glorious, slightly chaotic experience of trying to wrangle everything this hotel does offer. We're talking a full-on, warts-and-all dive, complete with my opinions (get ready for those!), rambling thoughts, and maybe a minor existential crisis or two. Let's go!
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Arrival & First Impressions – Or, My Battle with the Front Desk (and My Lack of Self-Control)
So, rolling up to the hotel? Initially, it looked impressive. Grand lobby, glistening marble, the whole nine yards. Immediately, I'm mentally battling with the "Do I look like I belong here?" anxiety that always hits me in fancy places. But thankfully (and this is where I give a massive thumbs up), the entrance was wheelchair accessible. Ramps! Wide doorways! That's a huge win right off the bat. Accessibility: A+ from the get-go.
Then…the front desk. It took a bit. The check-in process felt…slow. Not a huge deal, but I'm a restless soul. I needed that free WiFi password like, yesterday. They were very polite, but there was a definite "we're very busy and important" vibe. (Not a complaint necessarily, just an observation!) And oh, my god, the mini-bar. More on that later. I swear, I'm convinced they intentionally put a tiny, overpriced bottle of water right next to the Kit-Kats… just to tempt me. Which, of course, it did. (Service and conveniences: Hit or miss. Got a bit of a 'we're better than you' vibe at the start.)
Rooms: Cozy Comfort, or a Luxury Prison?
The room itself? Pretty damn good. Available in all rooms: Air Conditioning, Free WiFi, Alarm clock, Bathrobes, Desk, Hair Dryer, In-room safe box, Reading light, Television, Wake-up service… – all that jazz, thankfully. And yes! Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Hallelujah! Speed was decent, too, which is a big win for someone who relies on the internet for… well, everything. Internet [LAN] available as well. I didn't test it. I'm a wireless, modern kinda person. The bed was super comfy. The blackout curtains? Genius. Seriously, those things are a godsend for a light sleeper like me. (Available in all rooms: 9/10) - A minor quibble: The TV selection wasn't amazing. But hey, I’m not there to watch TV all day, right?
I also appreciated, Rooms sanitized between stays and Room sanitization opt-out available. In these times? Peace of mind is priceless. They also had Non-smoking rooms.
Accessibility & Getting Around: Smooth Sailing (Mostly)
Okay, let's talk wheelies. Wheelchair accessible: A+ – seriously, the hotel gets it. Ramps, elevators, accessible rooms with the right kind of bathroom configurations. Huge kudos. Navigating the public areas was generally easy. The Elevator worked, which is always a bonus. I did notice a couple of the thresholds into the restaurants were a little…sticky… and I needed a push to get through, but nothing that really ruined the experience. (Accessibility: Excellent! But a few minor bumps to be sorted out.)
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: A Culinary Adventure… with a Few Hiccups.
The restaurants… ah, the restaurants. Dining, drinking, and snacking: This is where things got interesting.
- Restaurants: There was an A la carte in restaurant, as well as a Buffet in restaurant. I sampled both. The buffet: a classic. Asian breakfast, Western breakfast, International cuisine in restaurant, Asian cuisine in restaurant, Vegetarian restaurant, Desserts in restaurant, Soup in restaurant, Salad in restaurant, All the good stuff. The buffet felt a bit…chaotic during peak hours. People were everywhere, and there was a slight feeling of being herded. But the food itself? Generally good. I found the Coffee/tea in restaurant to be…underwhelming. Don't expect barista-level stuff. More "strong, brown liquid," I’m afraid.
- Room Service: Room service [24-hour] saved me more than once. Because, let's be honest, sometimes you just don't want to leave your comfy bed. The food was decent enough.
- Poolside Bar: Poolside bar was a win - fantastic cocktails and great views.
- Happy hour: Happy hour! Yes! I'm a sucker for a bargain.
The Spa & Relaxation: Did I Find My Zen? (Spoiler: Maybe Not.)
Spa, Sauna, Steamroom, Massage, Foot bath, Body scrub, Body wrap - You name it, it exists. Pool with view - Oh my god, yes. The pool was absolutely stunning. Incredible views. Pure relaxation. I spent a significant amount of time there. I'd rate the pool a 10/10.
I had a massage. It was…fine. Nothing to write home about. The therapist was polite, but I wasn't exactly transported to another dimension of bliss. (Ways to relax: Good potential, but execution was slightly meh.)
Cleanliness & Safety: Feeling Safe (Mostly)
Cleanliness and safety: It felt like the hotel took COVID seriously. Anti-viral cleaning products were used, Daily disinfection in common areas, and Staff trained in safety protocol. The staff were masked, and there was hand sanitizer everywhere. The hotel had several Hand sanitizer. The Physical distancing of at least 1 meter rule wasn't always followed by guests, but the hotel did its best. **(Cleanliness and safety: Mostly good, and their *Hygiene certification* and the availability of Individually-wrapped food options, reassured me.)**
A small negative: not all the staff members are familiar with certain hygiene regulations. Hopefully, this improves over time.
For the Kids/Babysitting:
I personally didn't spend any time in the Kids facilities, but I noticed they had a Babysitting service.
Things To Do:
Honestly, I felt a little stir-crazy. I spent most of my stay relaxing, and getting a bit of work done.
Services and Conveniences: The Good, the Bad, and the Questionable.
- Concierge: Incredibly helpful. They made some great recommendations for local restaurants. Excellent.
- Laundry service & Dry cleaning: Expensive, but efficient.
- Cash withdrawal was straightforward. The convenience store was useful. I wish they had Essential condiments like soy sauce.
- Facilities for disabled guests: Excellent.
The Verdict (Drumroll, Please!)
Would I stay here again? Probably. It's a solid choice, especially if accessibility is a priority. The pool is amazing. The rooms are comfy. The free Wi-Fi is a godsend. The food is…decent enough. But it's not perfect. The "luxury" vibe sometimes felt a little forced. And the prices? Ouch. But overall? A generally positive experience. It's worth the visit. I'd suggest it and would probably come again. I just want better coffee and less temptation from the mini-bar! Final Rating: 7.5/10 (with a solid accessibility rating of 9.5/10).
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this itinerary isn't gonna be your pristine, perfectly organized travel guide. This is more like, "Stuff I Actually Did in Pontoon Beach (and the Emotional Rollercoaster That Ensued)." We're talking messy, honest, and probably gonna involve way too much gas station coffee.
Hotel Basecamp: Fairfield Inn & Suites St. Louis Pontoon Beach/Granite City, IL (aka, the place that's gonna be my temporary reality for the next few days.)
Day 1: Arrival, Adjustment, and the Existential Dread of a Motel Parking Lot
Afternoon (ish): Arrive at the Fairfield Inn. Now, I'm not gonna lie, the excitement level was… moderate. My flight's been delayed, I'm already craving a decent cup of joe, and the highway noise outside my window is currently my soundtrack for the day. The room is fine. Clean, but… beige. Beige everywhere. Makes me want to start a protest regarding the color beige.
Late Afternoon/Early Evening: Decided to fight the siren song of Netflix and attempt to explore the local area. Granite City? Pontoon Beach? Sounds like a Marvel movie location tbh. First stop: the gas station across the street. The promise of a road trip and a potential snack run always feels much more appealing than the reality. The coffee was… okay. But the potato chips? Stellar. This is a good omen.
Evening: Drove around. Found a place called "The Dock Bar and Grill". I think the name says it all. The food was decent (burgers and fries, the classic American diet). Watched the sunset over… well, I’m not really sure what it was over. Some kind of marshy area maybe? Either way, it was pretty. Almost made me forget the beige. ALMOST.
Day 2: The Great Mississippi River Adventure (and the Unexpected Joy of Flea Markets)
Morning: Slept poorly. Hotel pillows are always either too flat or too lumpy, there is no inbetween. Woke up with a mission: The Mississippi River! Gotta see it, experience it, feel the history. Did some research (i.e., googled "things to do near Pontoon Beach").
Mid-Morning: Drove towards the river. Got slightly lost, but found a scenic overlook. The river is HUGE. Majestic. Powerful. It's the kind of thing that makes you feel small and insignificant, in a good way. Spent way longer than I should have just staring at the water. Watched a barge. Thought about going on a barge. Didn't do the barge thing.
Lunch: Settled into my burger from the gas station to ponder my next move.
Afternoon (ish): Spotted a sign for a flea market on the drive back. Flea markets! I love a good flea market. Went, got lost in the stalls. It was a treasure trove of random junk and forgotten dreams. I found a chipped teacup, a tarnished silver spoon, and a taxidermied squirrel in a tiny top hat. I didn't buy the taxidermied squirrel (tempting though it was), but the teacup and the spoon? Sold! Suddenly, the beige room didn't seem so bad. I was living the dream, on a budget but with a newly acquired teacup.
Evening: Back at the hotel. Ate my gas station potato chips, savored my cheap, and read a (borrowed) book. Found myself thinking about the faces I'd seen at the flea market, the stories behind the things for sale. Maybe I was starting to appreciate the beauty of the mundane, and even dare I say, the beige!
- Rambling interlude: This is what I love about travelling on my own, it’s the feeling of being unscripted.
Day 3: Illinois State with a twist! (And the Emotional Breakdown of a Chicken Sandwich)
Morning: The plan was to make a detour and go to the Illinois State.
Mid-Morning: The plan was going well, until I arrived.
Afternoon: After settling in, I have decided to go for lunch at a restaurant.
- A word on the chicken sandwich: Okay, this demands its own section. I ordered a chicken sandwich. Simple enough, right? Wrong. This chicken sandwich was an emotional rollercoaster. The chicken itself: perfectly crispy. The sauce: flavorful. But, BUT, the bun. THE BUN. It disintegrated. Crumbling into a sad pile of crumbs the moment I took a bite. I couldn't even eat HALF of it. I was devastated. It felt disproportionate to the situation.
Evening: Back at the Fairfield Inn. Contemplating the meaning of life, the existential crises of chicken sandwiches, and the surprising comfort of a beige color scheme.
Day 4: Departure (and a Promise to Never Underestimate a Good Breakfast)
Morning: Woke Up to the usual, highway sounds.
Mid-Morning: Ate the breakfast at the hotel: the waffles were, surprisingly, pretty good. Maybe it was the sugar fix I needed. Definitely was the start of a good day.
Afternoon: Leaving Pontoon Beach. Reflecting on the journey and the emotional journey for me.
Final Thoughts:
Pontoon Beach? Granite City? Not exactly the exotic adventure I'd planned, but filled with the quirks and imperfections that really make a journey great. I found myself, my chipped teacup, and my appreciation for the simple things. And hey, now I have a story about a chicken sandwich for all eternity.
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Alright, so, what *IS* this thing anyway? Like, REALLY?
Okay, okay. So you're asking, "What are we even *doing* here?" Look, I'm trying to create some FAQs – like, frequently asked questions – but not your boring, corporate drone kind. This is more... personal. Think of it as me, spilling my guts about *stuff*. It's supposed to be all jumbled and human, like a half-eaten bag of chips after a late-night Netflix binge. It's about me reacting to things, my unfiltered thoughts. So basically, ask me anything, and I'll try to answer, honestly, even if the answer is "I have no idea."
Why are you doing *this*? Like, what's the point? Is this therapy? (Because, honestly, it kind of feels like it.)
Ha! Good question. Therapy? Maybe. Or maybe it's just my subconscious realizing it needs a good airing out. Truthfully? I don't *really* know. Maybe I just have too much time on my hands. Maybe I think my opinions are super interesting, even if literally nobody else does. Probably a bit of both. I guess I'm hoping someone, *somewhere*, will maybe nod and think, "Yeah, I get that." Or, at the very least, find it entertaining to watch me flail. Honestly, I'm just winging it. The 'point'? Existential catharsis? Free entertainment for my cat? Pick your poison, pal.
Okay, but let's get specific. What are we *really* going over? Is there a topic?
Alright, alright, let's try to have a *little* structure, even if it's a loose one. We're talking about... everything, honestly. Mostly about... well, me. My experiences. What I find interesting. What drives me crazy. What I might be overthinking. The human experience, I guess, but filtered through my own, slightly warped lens. Prepare for tangents! Prepare for random anecdotes! Prepare for my opinions on the proper way to make coffee (it's French press, don't @ me). Essentially, I'm offering myself up. I am the appetizer, the main course, *and* the dessert.
Are you going to be... honest? Like, *really* honest? Because that's a lot to ask of the internet.
HONEST? My friend, welcome to the hurricane of my truth! Look, I'm not promising perfection, but I *am* aiming for honesty. I'll be messy, I'll be vulnerable, I'll probably say things I'll regret later. But that's the point, right? To peel back the layers and show you the… well, the *real* me. The good, the bad, and the extremely awkward. And trust me, there's a LOT of awkward. Prepare for some cringe. Consider yourself warned.
Give me an example of this "messy, human" thing. Like, a taste.
Okay, okay, let's dig in. It involves a birthday party, a rogue piñata, and a whole lot of mortification. So, I was at my cousin's birthday a couple years back. A perfectly lovely afternoon, right? Sunshine, cake, bouncy castle (yes, I still get excited about those). The piñata – a glittery unicorn, naturally – was dangling from a sturdy oak tree. Kids, all hopped up on sugar, were taking their swings. My turn comes. I'm feeling pretty good, even a little smug, because I always considered myself to have decent hand-eye coordination. Swing! Miss. Second swing! Miss. Third swing... *WHIFF*. The kids are giggling. I'm starting to sweat. Fourth swing… I connect! A *solid* hit! The unicorn shudders, but doesn't break. Instead, the *rope* holding the piñata snaps. The glittery beast PLUMMETS… right onto the birthday girl's head. She burst into tears. I froze. Like, genuinely, full-body froze. The entire room went silent. I swear I heard the sound of my own blood rushing in my ears. After what felt like an eternity, the parents rushed over to inspect the damage. Luckily, she was okay. Just a startled look and a minor bump. But the *embarrassment*…Oh, the embarrassment! I still get shivers thinking about it. The unicorn, staring down at me. The judgement in the parents' eyes. The birthday girl's wails. I offered to buy her ALL the candy. I'm sure the day's story has become a family legend. See? Messy. Human. Mortifying.
So, you're basically saying you're not perfect? Groundbreaking. But what *else* can we expect?
Well, Captain Obvious, where do I begin? Expect a rollercoaster. Expect digressions. Expect me to contradict myself occasionally. Expect me to get passionate about the most ridiculous things – like the proper way to fold a fitted sheet (hint: it's a dark art). Expect my opinions to be as varied and unpredictable as the weather in springtime. Expect me to talk about my cat. A lot. Maybe too much. It might be my coping strategy for the world. Expect moments of genuine insight, probably buried under layers of self-deprecating humor. Expect awkwardness. Expect vulnerability. And probably, just maybe, if you stick around long enough, you might even learn something new. Or at least, have a good laugh at my expense. Sounds like a plan? Let's go!
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