Wildwood Hotel: Your Wildest Wildwood (MO) Getaway Awaits!
Wildwood Hotel: My Wild Wildwood Weekend…and Why It Almost Broke Me (in a Good Way)
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because I just got back from a stay at the Wildwood Hotel in Wildwood, Missouri, and… well, let's just say it was an experience. The kind that leaves you craving a second helping of the complimentary coffee and a long, hot shower. And maybe therapy. Just kidding… mostly.
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Accessibility: A Surprisingly Pleasant Surprise
Right off the bat, I need to give some serious props to the Wildwood Hotel for nailing the accessibility game. I wasn’t even looking for it, as I don't personally have mobility issues, but it actually made my stay even more enjoyable. The entire place felt breezy and easy to navigate. Wheelchair accessible throughout? Check. Elevators that felt like they'll hold a small city? Check. (Seriously, I could've held a rave in that elevator.) They even had accessible rooms, and while I didn't stay in one, I poked around (with permission, of course!) and was impressed with the thoughtful design – wide doorways, grab bars, a real sense of freedom. That’s HUGE. Well done, Wildwood Hotel. You're making a difference.
My Experience, and the One Thing I Won't Shut Up About: The Pool With A View
Okay, I’m a sucker for a good view. And let me tell you, the swimming pool with a view was, hands down, the highlight of my stay. Seriously, I'm probably going to dedicate a song to it. The outdoor pool, nestled among some trees, felt like a little slice of heaven. It was… breathtaking. I spent a solid afternoon bobbing around, the sun warm on my face, just… existing. There was a bar nearby (poolside bar, duh!), where I had the most ridiculously refreshing mojito. The staff kept the place sparkling, which also made it easier. They also kept the pool at a PERFECT temperature. Not too cold, not too hot. Just right. Seriously, I could live there. Just give me a chaise lounge, a never-ending mojito, and a good book, and I'm set for life. The thought of leaving that pool is, frankly, traumatic.
Cleanliness and Safety: They're Trying, Bless Their Hearts
Look, let's be real: we're all a little paranoid these days. The Wildwood Hotel is trying when it comes to cleanliness and safety. They had a litany of precautions. Hand sanitizer everywhere, staff masked up, signs reminding everyone to use the hand sanitizer… You name it, they got it. The room had a sticker indicating it had been deep sanitized and was sealed; and they offered room sanitization opt-out which shows consideration. They're doing the stuff they have to do, which is commendable. Though, I did see a few stray face masks on the lawn one afternoon, which felt a little ominous.
Dining Disaster (and a surprisingly delicious breakfast) – A Tale of Two Meals
The dining situation at the Wildwood Hotel… it was a rollercoaster. Let's start with my room service… I wasn't expecting it to be gourmet, but what arrived was just… disappointing. A sad little burger, soggy fries. The whole thing was just… ugh.
But the breakfast buffet? That, my friends, was a different story. It was a glorious spread of carbs and cooked items that I could've spent a whole day swimming in. I’m talking pancakes, bacon strips, and every type of omelet you could imagine. I even had a slice of the fruit that was so delicious. They had options! Like Asian breakfast and western breakfast and the desserts! They have Coffee/tea service in the restaurant; and they have a coffee shop! This breakfast buffet was, in a word, redemptive. I'm still dreaming about the little breakfast pastries. I am not kidding when I say it was a highlight.
The “Relaxation” Zone (Spa, Sauna, and Steam Room) – So Close, Yet So Far
Okay, the Wildwood Hotel has a spa. They have a sauna. They have a steam room. This is important because I am, after all, a person who needs to relax. On that note, my goal was to have myself relax. The sauna was good. The steam room was fine. But the spa? It was booked solid. I'm guessing that's a popular commodity. I ended up settling for a foot bath because, let's be honest, I'm trying to treat myself. The spa felt like a promise of relaxation. I'm just sad that I couldn't fully indulge.
Rooms and Amenities: Mostly Winners
- Internet: Free Wi-Fi in all rooms (and it actually worked!), which is a huge win. I was tethered to my laptop for a large portion of the trip and I didn't have to worry about an interruption.
- Air Conditioning: Because Missouri summers are brutal. Absolutely a necessity.
- Bed: Comfortable enough, though I did find myself wishing for a few more pillows.
- Bathroom: Clean, well-stocked with toiletries, and the water pressure was decent. The lighting was good, a rare thing in hotel bathrooms, so I really appreciated it.
- The Little Extras: Safe box, robes, alarm clock (the old-school kind – loved it!), complimentary water.
For the Kids (And the Kid in All of Us)
The hotel seemed genuinely family-friendly. I saw kids running around happily, and the presence of a babysitting service and available kids' meals shows this is not just for show.
The Quirks, The Cracks, And The Candid Truth
- Staff: For the most part, the staff was friendly and helpful. But I got the impression they were a little… frazzled. The hotel was busy, and I could feel it. They were doing their best. And they were kind. That counts for a lot.
- Little Things: The elevator music was… questionable. And there seemed to be an inordinate amount of vending machines.
- The Verdict: I’d go back. Easily. The pool with a view alone is worth the price of admission. Wildwood Hotel isn't perfect, but it's a genuinely good stay. It's got heart and it's a hotel. The highs are high, and the lows are… well, quickly forgotten. Besides, you're not looking for perfection, you're looking for adventure. Wildwood Hotel delivers on the wild, which is probably the most important thing.
- Final Grade: B+ (Would be an A+ if they guaranteed my spot in the pool every day.)
Okay, buckle up, buttercups. This isn't your grandma's meticulously planned travelogue. This is a Wildwood, Missouri, adventure, and it might just fall apart at the seams. But hey, that’s half the fun, right? Let's see if we survive… or at least, enjoy the chaos:
The Wildwood Hotel Debacle: A Slightly Unhinged Itinerary
Day 1: Arrival & Existential Crisis at the Pool
- 2:00 PM: Arrive at The Wildwood Hotel. Hmph. The website promised "quaint charm". Reality? More like "slightly-used charm." The lobby smells faintly of chlorine and… regret? Honestly, considering the drive here, I'm already at the "regret" stage. Check-in… the desk clerk is nice enough, but she looks like she's seen some things. Probably the same things I'm about to see in the elevator.
- 2:30 PM: Find the room. Pray it’s not haunted (though I'd pay good money for a truly spectacular haunting). Okay, not haunted, but the wallpaper is… intense. Floral. Very, very floral. Like, grandma’s-living-room-circa-1978 floral. Immediately contemplate whether I can sneakily replace it with something a little less… loud.
- 3:00 PM: Poolside. The siren call of lukewarm chlorine and screaming children. Decided to stake out a chair near a tree to provide me some shade. And maybe some emotional cover. God, I need a drink. Did I bring a flask? No, of course not. I’m clearly not prepared for peak relaxation.
- 3:30 PM - 5:00 PM: The Pool Experience: This is where things go off the rails. I had grand ideas of zen-like relaxation. Instead, it's a cacophony of splashing, shrieking toddlers, and that ONE guy who seems determined to do laps with the grace of a beached whale. I consider joining in, just to feel something. Anything. End up people-watching. There's a woman wearing a floral print bathing suit that matches the wallpaper. I think my brain just short-circuited. Is this some kind of cosmic joke?
- 5:00 PM: Retreat back to the room. I feel defeated. The pool was bad. The wallpaper is worse. Need a shower to wash off the existential dread. And maybe a stiff drink. Or five. Decide to order room service (if they have it) just to avoid facing the outside world again.
Day 2: Exploring (Maybe), and Unleashed Anger
- 9:00 AM: Wake up with the vague feeling that I've been pummeled by a small, wet creature. Oh, right… the pool. And the wallpaper. And the overall sense of impending doom.
- 9:30 AM: Attempt to order room service. The menu is… minimal. I'm talking like, one sad-looking omelet and a bagel. Decide to skip breakfast. Because, well, why punish myself?
- 10:00 AM: CONTEMPLATE leaving the hotel. Head to the car, start it, and then immediately slam on the brakes. I can't leave. I need to conquer this… place.
- 10:15 AM: Decide to explore. Okay, okay. There's got to be something redeeming about Wildwood. Something besides the pool, the wallpaper, and the questionable room service. I find a recommended restaurant.
- 11:00 AM: Lunch at a local diner. "Diner" is putting it nicely. This place is the real deal. Greasy spoons, questionable hygiene. But the food is actually… decent. Especially the fries. And the waitress is a total sweetheart. Maybe, just maybe, this Wildwood thing isn’t a total disaster.
- 12:00 PM: Get extremely lost driving around the area. Realize I have no idea how to properly navigate, take a wrong turn, end up in a dead end street. Decide to turn around, and back up, directly into a trash can. It's my fault. Everything is my fault.
- 1:00 PM: Go back to the hotel. Try, and fail, to use the hotel's gym. Realize the equipment hasn't been dusted since the Reagan administration. Leave, muttering about the decline of civilization.
- 2:00 PM: Decided to try the pool again. But I get there and it is WAY worse than I remembered. Filled with kids and a couple who has apparently built a family in the pool. Left immediately.
- 2.30 PM - 8.00 PM: I go back to my hotel room and get really angry. Start writing down my feelings in a journal. Start thinking about the future and thinking about how bad everything is. I need to rant. I need to yell. I want to scream. I feel trapped, in this miserable, awful, terrible place.
- 8:30 PM: Get a pizza. Pizza is good. Pizza is my friend.
Day 3: The Great Escape (Hopefully) & Epilogue
- 8:00 AM: Wake up. Decide I've survived.
- 9:00 AM: Check out. No regrets.
- 9:15 AM: Drive away. Seriously, just GET OUT of here.
- 9:30 AM: Finally, freedom.
- 10:00 AM: Reflect. The Wildwood Hotel. It wasn't perfect. It certainly wasn't what I expected. But hey… at least I have stories to tell. And a newfound appreciation for good wallpaper. The end. Or, you know, the beginning of the next adventure. Wish me luck. I'm going to need it.
1. "So, what *is* all this… stuff… anyway?"
2. "Why are you doing this? Like, why even bother?"
3. "What can I *expect* to find here? Like, actually?"
4. "Okay, but what *specifically* are you…" (Sigh) "Doing? What's your… specialty?"
5. "Do you... *like* doing this?"
6. "What are your *dealbreakers*? What *won't* you do?"
7. "Are you *ever* going to be… complete?"
8. "Okay, fine. But what's the *point* of all of this? What do you want me to *get* out of it?"
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