Portage's Hidden Gem: Econo Lodge Review (You Won't Believe This!)
Portage's Hidden Gem: Econo Lodge Review (You Won't Believe This!) - Buckle Up, Buttercups!
Okay, alright, settle in. You're probably thinking, "Econo Lodge? Really? That's a 'hidden gem'?" And I get it. My expectations were, let's just say, subterranean. I booked this place in Portage (yes, that Portage, the one you drive through) because… well, let's just say I had a situation. And let's be honest, my budget was singing a mournful country ballad. This review, friends, is going to be a wild ride, a rollercoaster of surprising delight, mild disappointment, and the lingering scent of… let’s call it “industrial strength air freshener.”
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Accessibility: The Good, The Okay, and the Mystery…
Let's start with the practical stuff because, frankly, that's what I was most worried about. After that situation I mentioned, access was… crucial.
- Wheelchair Accessible: Okay, here’s where it got weirdly good. The elevator worked! Praise be! And the hallways were actually wide enough to maneuver in. They said they had accessible rooms, which I didn't get to see due the "situation", but the basics (elevators, ramps) were, surprisingly, legit. That earns major points.
- Facilities for disabled guests: This one's a mixed bag. They say they have them. Whether they are fully functional is the question I never had a chance to properly test.
- Air conditioning in public area: A+ (especially in a Midwest summer!)
- Elevator: Yup, and it didn’t smell like a damp basement, which, again: WINNING.
The accessibility stuff gets a solid B+. It could be brilliant, it could be totally off, but the foundation was there.
Cleanliness and Safety: The Sanitization Symphony
Okay, this is where things got really interesting. I’m a germaphobe by nature. I’m also traveling with a slightly traumatic experience fresh in my mind, so I was on SUPER high alert.
- Rooms sanitized between stays: They claimed it. I saw no evidence of a hazmat suit crew, but the room seemed clean. (Or at least, it didn't immediately scream "bedbug buffet.")
- Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, Staff trained in safety protocol, Physical distancing: The Econo Lodge had gone full-on pandemic protocol. You could practically smell the Lysol. This was… comforting. I’m not sure how scientific the whole thing was but, hey, it made me feel better.
- Hand sanitizer: Everywhere. I mean, everywhere. In the lobby, by the elevator, next to the vending machine that only took dollar bills (more on that later).
- Rooms sanitized between stays: Again, a claim. But the room felt clean. No dust bunnies, no questionable stains. A definite improvement over my worst hotel experiences. (And trust me, I’ve had some doozies!)
- Hygiene certification: I’m not sure what kind, but it probably exists.
- Daily housekeeping: My room was refreshed promptly every day.
Cleanliness? A solid A-. I'm not ready to eat off the floor, but I wasn't afraid to breathe.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Breakfast of Champions (or at least, Survivors).
Alright, let's be real: the food thing could make or break a budget hotel. And, well…
- Breakfast [buffet]: Ah, the "breakfast" situation. This was the big question mark. I needed to eat! They promised a breakfast buffet. The reality? Well alright, this requires a little more exposition. It had some appeal, for a select audience.
- Breakfast takeaway service: There was a continental breakfast "takeout" option, which consisted of pre-packaged muffins, fruit (sometimes), and a coffee machine that tasted like vaguely caffeinated dishwater.
- Coffee/tea in restaurant The coffee situation at the "breakfast" was borderline inhumane. I would suggest bringing your own K-cups, or just getting coffee from a place outside the gates.
- Restaurants: No but that's not the hotel's fault. Portages has plenty of decent restaurants.
- Snack bar: This is just a vending machine.
Look, it's an Econo Lodge. Don't expect Michelin stars. But honestly? The breakfast was… acceptable. And in the world of budget hotels, that's a victory.
Services and Conveniences: Elevator to… Mild Impressiveness?
Okay, let's run down the rest of the services and see if they even exist.
- Internet [LAN], Internet access – wireless, Wi-Fi [free]: The Wi-Fi! The glorious, free Wi-Fi! And it actually worked! No dropped connections, no agonizing loading times. This alone bumped the score up a notch. (You need Wi-Fi to write a review, people!) More than acceptable!
- Air conditioning in public area: Essential. A/C in the hallways, in the lobby, everywhere.
- Concierge: There was no concierge.
- Cash withdrawal: Probably.
- Daily housekeeping: Again, the staff was very punctual and they left my bed made.
- Elevator: Yes. Worked.
- Convenience store: No. Just a vending machine.
- Car park [free of charge]: Free parking is always a win.
- Laundry service: Yes, I saw laundry machines.
Services and conveniences: A solid B. The Wi-Fi and the free parking were lifesavers. Anything extra was a pure bonus.
Rooms: The Inner Sanctum
This is where we get down to the real nitty-gritty.
- Air conditioning: Functional and blessedly loud enough to drown out the highway noise.
- Blackout curtains: Essential for sanity.
- Coffee/tea maker: See "breakfast" section.
- Desk, Laptop workspace: They were there. And they were functional.
- Internet access – wireless, Internet access – LAN: Wi-Fi worked (thank God!). LAN? Don't recall plugging anything in.
- Non-smoking: Yes. Though I smelled a hint of… something… the first night.
- Refrigerator: Surprisingly, yes. A small one, but good for keeping… you know… important things cold. (Like that leftover pizza…)
- Shower: Functional. Water was hot. Water pressure was okay. No complaints.
- Toiletries: Basic. Bring your own if you're picky.
- Wi-Fi [free]: Seriously, the star of the show!
The rooms were clean, functional, and the Wi-Fi was amazing. A solid B+.
Things to Do / Ways to Relax: "Relax"? In Portage? (Possibly)
Okay, so relaxing wasn't exactly the primary purpose of my trip. But let's be honest, after the "situation," some downtime was required.
- Swimming pool [outdoor]: There was an outdoor pool. I didn’t jump in (didn't have the time, or the inclination, frankly).
- Gym/fitness: There was a fitness center. Looked… basic.
- Pool with view: I hope the pool did have a view, since I never stepped foot into it.
- Things to do: You're in Portage. Look for things to do outside the hotel.
Relaxing in Portage? It's a challenge. This hotel provided a safe, clean, surprisingly workable base camp for… well, whatever you're doing in Portage.
For the Kids:
- Family/child friendly: Yes.
- Kids meal: No.
The hotel seemed fine for kids.
Getting Around:
- Car park [free of charge]: Very useful.
- Taxi service: Don’t know.
Final Verdict: The Unexpected Gem?
Look, the Econo Lodge in Portage isn't the Ritz. It's not even the Holiday Inn. But it was clean, the Wi-Fi was great, and the staff were
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Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this Econo Lodge Portage (IN) itinerary is gonna be less "perfectly curated travel blog" and more "slightly unhinged diary entry," complete with questionable life choices and the lingering smell of stale vending machine coffee. Let's get this show on the road.
Econo Lodge Portage (IN) – A Soul-Searching Trip That Probably Won't Involve Soul-Searching
Day 1: Arrival & Immediate Regret
- 2:00 PM: Arrive at the Econo Lodge. Okay, first impressions…it's…beige. More beige than a librarian's beige pantsuit at a beige convention. The parking lot looks like a scene from a zombie movie, but instead of zombies, it's just…minivans. Lots and lots of minivans. (Immediate emotional reaction: Mild existential dread. Am I trapped? Is this the beginning of the end?)
- 2:15 PM: Check-in. The front desk attendant, bless her heart, looks like she's seen things. I suspect those things involve late-night rock concerts and disgruntled guests. She hands me a keycard that's probably been swiped more times than I've had lukewarm instant coffee this morning.
- 2:30 PM: Room inspection. The "queen" bed… well, let's just say it calls to mind a repurposed trampoline from a circus that closed down in 1978. The air conditioning unit sounds like a dying cat battling a lawnmower. The carpet? Well, let's not talk about the carpet. Also, there’s a lingering smell of… something. Not quite smoke, not quite mildew, but definitely a "lived-in" scent. (Quirky observation: Is that a stain shaped like a tiny, judgmental crab on the ceiling?)
- 3:00 PM: Decide to venture forth, seeking REAL FOOD. McDonald's is looking a bit too… predictable. (Opinionated language: I NEED a meal that doesn't come with a clown's grin.)
- 3:30 PM: Find a diner. Apparently, Indiana is the diner capital of the world, who knew! I order a burger. The burger arrives, and it's… a burger. You know, the kind you eat when you're trying to avoid human connection. (Anecdote: I'm pretty sure the waitress gave me the "you look like you need this" sympathy look.)
- 4:30 PM: Wander around. There's a highway and industrial park. Charming! (Emotional reaction: Nope, not a fan. This is the landscape of forgetting.)
- 5:30 PM: Back to the room. Decide to watch some TV. Find myself strangely drawn to an infomercial about a rapid weight loss shake. (Internal monologue: Why am I watching this? Am I that desperate? What is happening to my life?)
- 6:30 PM: The internet is slow like molasses in January. Start to question life choices. (Messy structure: This is where I give in to my inner existential crisis.)
- 7:00 PM: Start a "good books" reading habit, and start to think, "Maybe this Econo Lodge isn't so bad after all!."
Day 2: The Quest for Greatness (and Possibly Coffee)
- 7:00 AM: Wake up. That cat-lawnmower AC unit kept me company all night. (Stronger emotional reaction: I'm exhausted. This is my life now. Just a cycle of exhausted.)
- 7:30 AM: Attempt the "continental breakfast." The word "continental" is being used VERY generously here. It's a collection of pre-packaged muffins that look suspiciously like they've been sitting there since 1998, some stale cereal, and a coffee dispenser that coughs out a brown liquid vaguely reminiscent of coffee. (Opinionated language: This is an affront to the very concept of breakfast.)
- 8:00 AM: Attempt to salvage the day with coffee. The coffee is vile. Worse than vile. It's like they’re trying to use the coffee to send me to the afterlife. (Anecdote: As I taste my coffee, I swear I saw my soul leave my body for a brief moment.)
- 9:00 AM - 11:00 AM: The big one: The Indiana Dunes. A whole 20 mins away! I decide to take the trip. The drive is boring, mind-numbing, and I start to think, "Maybe I should have stayed in the room."
- 11:00 AM - 1:00 PM: The Indiana Dunes are gorgeous. I feel silly for my pessimistic attitude. I start to think positively. (emotional reaction: Wow! I really love the beach.)
- 1:00 PM - 2:00 PM: Lunch at a beach restaurant. Good food, more positive vibes, and I see more smiles.
- 2:00 PM - 3:00 PM: I start to walk through the Dunes and get a little lost. I quickly get my bearings and begin to re-enjoy it.
- 4:00 PM: Back at the Econo Lodge. The room is still beige. The cat-lawnmower AC is still dying. But I feel… better. The beach. The sun. The sand. It worked. (Quirky observation: Suddenly, the beige doesn't seem so bad.)
- 5:00 PM: The room internet feels a bit more faster! So, I read about the other sights around Indiana.
- 6:00 PM: I decide to make a reservation and go to the restaurant I was eyeing.
Day 3: Departure & Epilogue of Existential Dread
- 7:00 AM: "Continental" breakfast. Repeat of yesterday, but with a slightly more accepting attitude. Or maybe my taste buds are just dead.
- 8:00 AM: Final room inspection. Yes, the crab-shaped stain is still there.
- 9:00 AM: Check-out. The front desk attendant offers a weary smile and asks how my stay was. Do I tell her about the existential dread? The beige? The cat-lawnmower? Nah. "It was… fine," I mumble.
- 9:30 AM: Out the door. Into the minivan-filled parking lot, and back to reality.
- 10:00 AM: I leave. I wonder if I’ll return.
And there you have it, folks. The meticulously messy, hilariously imperfect, and occasionally soul-crushing Econo Lodge Portage (IN) experience. Would I recommend it? Honestly…maybe. It certainly wasn't glamorous, but hey, it got the job done… and it gave me plenty of material for my slightly unhinged travel diary. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need a stiff drink. Preferably one that doesn't come from a vending machine.
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Econo Lodge Portage: You Think You Know, But You Have NO IDEA! (FAQ)
Alright, buckle up, buttercups. You've heard the title. You've seen the clickbait. But are you *really* ready for the Econo Lodge in Portage? I’ve been on more adventures than Indiana Jones, and let me tell you, this… this was a *journey*. Prepare yourself, because we're not talking sterile hotel reviews here. We're talking messy, real-life, you-bet-I-was-wearing-sweatpants storytelling. So, frequent questions, here we go…
The Basics (Or, My Brain Exploded Trying to Book)
Okay, let's be real. "Clean" is a spectrum. On a sliding scale from "surgical theater" to "abandoned gas station," the Econo Lodge in Portage... probably leans a little towards the gas station. I’m not gonna lie. My first impression? The carpet looked like a crime scene that had been hastily wiped down with a damp paper towel. But, and this is a big BUT…it wasn’t actively *dirty.* I didn't see any bugs doing the cha-cha (thank heavens!) The sheets *seemed* clean. But the stain on the lampshade? That had a story to tell, I'm sure.
Breakfast is… an experience. Think pre-packaged everything. Think lukewarm coffee that tastes vaguely of sadness. Think *very* questionable "fruit" (I saw a banana that was more black than yellow and I swear I heard it hiss when I walked past). The waffle maker, though? That thing was a freakin' legend. It spit out waffles like a champ. Crisp, golden-brown… a beacon of hope in a sea of processed disappointment. I may, or may not, have eaten three. Don't judge me. I walked a lot to burn them off.
Okay, let's talk money. Yes, it's *cheap*. Shockingly cheap. And for that price, you get a roof over your head, a bed (questionable as the cleanliness might have been), and… well, that’s pretty much it. If you're on a serious budget, this is your jam. If you’re expecting luxury? Honey, keep driving. Frankly, the price is the ONLY reason to stay here. My brain felt a little better when I got back and saw the price point - it made everything else a little less disastrous.
The Rooms: Where Dreams (Maybe) Go to Die
Picture this: a room clearly last renovated in the late 80s. Think floral wallpaper that's seen better decades. Think… let's just say the lighting was not exactly optimal for applying makeup. The bed? Okay, it was a bed. The pillows? Those were like fighting small, lumpy clouds. My back paid the price, but hey, at least I slept. The TV worked, which was a small miracle, and the air conditioning blasted cold air like a freaking polar vortex. I actually liked that. It helped mask the faint smell of… something. I couldn't quite place it. Laundry detergent? Dampness? The ghosts of previous motel guests? I'll never know.
This is the big one, isn't it? It *depends*. The walls are thin. I’m pretty sure I could hear the gentleman in the next room snoring. Loudly. The traffic noise? Also a factor. But, the sheer, soul-crushing… mediocrity… of the place lulled me a kind of sleep. A sleep born of exhaustion and a complete lack of expectations. My advice? Bring earplugs, a sleep mask, and a serious dose of optimism (or, you know, a mild sedative).
The Quirks and Quirks…and Quirks
Oh, you have NO IDEA. This place is a magnet for the weird and the wonderful. I saw a guy walking around in a bathrobe at 3 PM. I saw a family with five kids and a chihuahua crammed into a room that couldn't have been bigger than a walk-in closet. I saw a woman arguing with the vending machine for a solid ten minutes before giving up, kicking it, and storming off. The staff? They were… unfazed. They’ve seen it all. They were helpful, despite the chaos. I give them an A+ for just staying sane.
PACK. EVERYTHING. Seriously. Don't expect anything in the way of amenities beyond the basics (and even those are suspect). Bring your own shampoo. Bring your own lotion. Bring your own…sanity. And don’t, under any circumstances, forget the bug spray. I can't confirm or deny whether or not I saw any unwanted visitors - but better safe than itchy, right? This place is an *experience*. Embrace the chaos. Lower your standards. And, most importantly… keep an open mind. You might just survive. And hey, you'll have a story to tell, I guarantee it.
The pool… Ah, the pool. It was the stuff of legend. Or, more accurately, it was a rectangular body of water, surrounded by cracked concrete, with a sign that *might* have said "No Diving." (The sun had, unfortunately, obliterated all but the faintest remnants of the text). I did not go in the pool. I did not see anyone go in the pool. In fact, I am pretty sure someone was using that pool as a giant bird bath. It was a pretty, murky green color. Let's just say, it didn’t exactly say "refreshing." I did think about the pool a lot, sitting in my room, and made up my mind about it: I'm not going in. I wouldn't let my dog go in there.
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