Oxford's Hidden Gem: Super 8 Review (You Won't Believe This!)
Oxford's "Hidden Gem": Super 8 Review (You Won't Believe This! … Maybe)
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because I just got back from a stay at the Super 8 in Oxford, and let me tell you, the "Hidden Gem" label is… ambitious. It's less "hidden gem" and more "slightly less obvious place to sleep than the sidewalk." But hey, I'm nothing if not thorough (and a glutton for punishment), so here's the lowdown, unfiltered and possibly rambling, on this Oxford experience. Prepare for honesty, maybe some mild trauma, and definitely a lot of my opinions.
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First Impressions & Accessibility: (It's More Complicated Than You Think)
The first thing that hit me wasn't the charming Oxford architecture, but the…well, the lack of it. The Super 8 is, let's be honest, a Super 8. You know what you're getting. The exterior is functional, not exactly postcard material, but it has a car park [free of charge]! Score! Because finding parking in Oxford is a blood sport.
Accessibility: This is where things get interesting. They claim to have "Facilities for disabled guests," but I didn’t personally test them. I saw an elevator, which is a good start. However, the vibe wasn't exactly "welcoming to all." More like "functional." This is a judgment call, but I felt some awkwardness when the front desk offered me the accessible room, it felt as if it was an inconvenience to them to provide such room.
Speaking of the front desk… The concierge? Non-existent. Doorman? Nope. Just a very polite (and possibly sleep-deprived) person behind the counter. Contactless check-in/out? They advertise it…but I still had to interact with a person. Small inconveniences!
Rooms: (My Personal Labyrinth)
Alright, let's talk about my room! The good: Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! (Hallelujah!) Air conditioning ([Air conditioning] – I’m a sweaty person, so, this is a must), and a [desk] to attempt to work from. They also [complimentary tea]. The less good: The decor was…well, let's just say it was a masterclass in beige. Carpeting, [Carpeting], everywhere! And I mean everywhere. It's very…corporate. You see the [linens] and the [bathrobes] are included, but after you spend more time, you notice that maybe they're not even clean.
The [seating area], consisted of a stiff chair that looked like it was pulled from a 1980s dentist's waiting room. The [mini-bar]? Empty. Thank goodness for [free bottled water] though!
Oh!! The [Blackout curtains]! These are amazing! The way you can just shut out the world. The way you can just hide in your own room from the world. The bad: The shower pressure was pathetic. Seriously, I’ve seen more forceful rain. The [reading light] (why is it always so dim?), the [alarm clock] (beep beep), and the [soundproofing] was… questionable. I could hear the people in the neighboring room having, what sounded like, a very passionate (and thankfully, brief) argument. Soundproofing, people, soundproofing!
I'll be honest, the room was clean, but, and here comes some serious honesty, it didn’t have that "freshly sanitized" smell I was hoping for. They claim "Rooms sanitized between stays" and use "Professional-grade sanitizing services," but if they did, then it wasn't very obvious.
Cleanliness & Safety: (Are We Safe? I think so)
They're trying. They claim to use "Anti-viral cleaning products," provide "Hand sanitizer" in the lobby, offer "Daily disinfection in common areas," and have "Staff trained in safety protocol." There's "CCTV in common areas" and "Exterior corridor." They even have "Smoke alarms" and "Fire extinguisher." But the whole thing just…felt a little stressed. Like they were doing the minimum.
Dining, Drinking, & Snacking: (Mostly a DIY Affair)
Absolutely no chance of a memorable meal here. They offer "Breakfast [buffet]," which turned out to be a sad collection of pre-packaged pastries, instant coffee that tasted like despair, and some sad-looking fruit that looked like it had seen better days. No A la carte in restaurant. NO Asian cuisine in restaurant. No Soup in restaurant. No Desserts. Just… the buffet. They provide "Breakfast takeaway service," for those who can't bear to dine for more than 5 minutes in front of the world's saddest array of carbohydrates.
There's a "Coffee shop," but it's only open during the day, and the coffee is, you guessed it, instant. The "Poolside bar"? Ha! The "Snack bar"? Nope. Your best bet is probably to raid a local Tesco (Convenience Store) and hope for the best. Food delivery? Not from the hotel. You're on your own!
Things to Do & Ways to Relax: (Don't Get Your Hopes Up)
Okay, the website boasted a "Fitness center," which I was mildly excited about. "Gym/fitness," sounds good. But it turned out to be a tiny room with a couple of ancient treadmills and some dusty weights. The "Spa"? Forget it. They don't provide spa treatment. The "Pool with view"? There's an outdoor pool that is alright, but it's certainly not picture-perfect. "Steamroom"? Nope!
Services and Conveniences: (The Bare Essentials)
They have "Daily housekeeping,” which, bless their hearts, they did a pretty good job with. "Laundry service?" Yes, but probably more expensive than your college dorm. “Cash withdrawal?” No. Other than that, it's pretty basic. "Luggage storage?" Yup. "Safety deposit boxes?" Sure. "Smoking area?" Yes.
For the Kids: (Bring Your Own Fun)
"Family/child friendly?" Sure, in the sense that they allow children. "Kids meal"? "Babysitting service"? Don't get your hopes up. Bring your own entertainment.
Getting Around: (You're on Your Own, Mostly)
They offer "Airport transfer," "Taxi service," and a "Car park [on-site]." They don't have a "Bicycle parking," but it's Oxford, so biking is probably your friend. There's no "Car power charging station" but you can utilize a "Valet parking"!
The Verdict: (The Real Truth)
So, is the Super 8 Oxford a "hidden gem?" Absolutely not. Is it a place to lay your head for a night? Yeah, sure. It provides the basics, but don't expect anything fancy. It's functional, cheap, and, if you temper your expectations, you might survive. It's a place to sleep. It’s a place to come back to if you're tired. It’s a place. That said, if you are looking to get pampered, this is NOT for you.
Ultimately, if you're on a tight budget and need a place to crash near Oxford, it'll do. But if you're looking for an experience, a "gem," or anything remotely luxurious, then keep searching. You'll be better off. Honestly.
My Rating: 2.5 out of 5 stars. (Mediocre, but okayish)
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't your grandma's perfectly polished itinerary. We're heading to the sparkling metropolis… of Oxford, Alabama! And specifically, the Super 8. Don't judge, the budget screamed "Super 8" and frankly, so did my mental health.
Trip: Oxford, AL - Expect Mild Chaos
Day 1: Arrival and the Existential Dread of a Super 8
- 1:00 PM - Arrival at Birmingham-Shuttlesworth International Airport (BHM). Okay, first things first: Birmingham. It feels… Southern. Like, "y'all" and "sweet tea" Southern. Which, honestly, is kinda comforting after the hellscape of my last work trip (don't ask). The rental car is a silver sedan, probably been driven to hell and back, but hey, it has air conditioning, a must in Alabama.
- 2:30 PM - Check-in at Super 8 By Wyndham Oxford. The Oxford exit looked promising from the highway—shiny strip malls and… well, more shiny strip malls. The Super 8… less shiny. The parking lot is a testament to the phrase "lived in". I swear, I saw a tumbleweed. Check-in was a blur of tired smiles and the faint aroma of… something. I think it was a mix of stale cigarettes and industrial cleaner. My room key survived the first try, which is a miracle.
- 3:00 PM - Room Inspection (the highlight reel). Okay, let's be real. My expectations were low. And they were still surpassed. The carpet looks like it's seen some stuff. I'm trying not to judge, but the stains tell a story. A story I don't want to know. The bed? Appears to be mostly functional. I gave it a tentative bounce. It held. The TV, however, is a relic—a vintage flat-screen—and the remote has more buttons than my ex-boyfriend's phone bill.
- 3:30 PM - Mandatory Soda Run and Minor Crisis in the Adjacent Gas Station. I NEED caffeine. The nearest gas station is… an experience. The selection is wild. I found a bottle of something called "Big Red," and decided to try it just to feel something. Okay, it tastes like liquid bubblegum. Maybe a bad decision.
- 4:00 PM - Oxford's Charm Offensive – the first encounter. I pulled myself together and decided to explore. I drove down the main drag, in search of… well, something. Maybe a decent coffee shop? Apparently, Oxford, Alabama, is still under construction, but has a Dollar store. It's a place.
- 5:00 PM - Dinner at "Moe's Original BBQ". I love BBQ. I'll eat anything. The smell alone saved the day. I ordered pulled pork, because I am nothing if not predictable. Okay, it was good. Real good. I devoured the entire plate. I felt slightly less cynical. Maybe Oxford wasn’t so bad after all.
- 6:30 PM - The TV Battle Begins. I tried to figure out the TV. It's a struggle. Channel surfing is like navigating a minefield. After 20 minutes of the local Access channel, I gave up and decided to read a book.
- 7:30 PM - Contemplating the Bed. And My Life Choices. This is probably the moment of greatest existential dread. Is the bed clean enough to sleep on? Am I going to wake up with bedbug bites? Should I have gone with that Airbnb in the woods? My mind is a hamster on a wheel, frantically running to nowhere.
- 8:00 PM - Sleep. God, I hope.
Day 2: History, Hangovers, and Heartbreaks
8:00 AM - Waking Up (Shockingly No Bedbugs). I survived. This is the miracle.
9:00 AM - Breakfast at the Super 8.Oh, joy. The "breakfast buffet" is… a sight. The waffles are suspiciously pristine. The coffee, however, deserves a medal. I was expecting jet fuel, but it was actually drinkable.
10:00 AM - The Anniston Museum of Natural History. Found a museum after much searching. The exhibits were… well, better than I had expected. The dinosaur exhibit was surprisingly impressive. I saw a giant sloth from the ice age. I felt oddly comforted by the sloth's stoic expression of, "Meh, life is pointless."
12:00 PM - Lunch and a Deep Dive Into Oxford Life (a very deep dive, indeed). I was feeling adventurous, so I opted for a local diner which I decided to name "The Old Oxford Kitchen." I ordered a burger. The waitress, a woman with a smile that could melt glaciers, told me all about the town's history, the best fishing spots, and the local gossip. I'm starting to think Oxford is a town of secrets… and maybe a few too many fried things. I ordered a second burger.
1:30 PM - The Disaster of the Long-Forgotten Laundromat. There was one and only laundromat nearby. I attempted to do laundry. It was a mistake. The machines looked like they'd been through a war. I managed to get my clothes washed, dried, and semi-unwrinkled, after the better part of a day.
3:30 PM - The Quest for Relaxation.*I'm not sure if I should go back there, but I will. I might not be able to walk, but so far it seems it was worth it.
5:00 PM - Dinner at "Golden Rule BBQ". Back to BBQ, I know. But I was craving it. This place had a different atmosphere, and a different style of BBQ. It was a revelation. I felt like a new man.
6:30 PM - The Return of the TV Battle. I was still baffled by the archaic system. Gave up and watched the ceiling.
7:30 PM - Contemplating… everything. And not getting anywhere. The mind-hamster wheel is back. Bed bugs again? What should I do with my life?
8:00 PM - Sleep. Maybe.
Day 3: Leaving Oxford (and Maybe a Small Piece of My Soul Behind)
- 8:00 AM - Breakfast. And another waffle. Don't judge.
- 9:00 AM - Last-Minute Gas Station Run and Final Oxford Observations. I stocked up on "Big Red" (guiltily). I realized there was beauty in the simplicity (or lack thereof) of this weird little town.
- 10:00 AM - Check-Out. With a Relieved Sigh. No bedbugs. Victory!
- 10:30 AM - The Drive Back to Birmingham Airport (BHM). Freedom! With a slightly melancholic feeling. Oxford, you weird little jewel, you. I'll probably never come back.
- 12:00 PM - Departure. Back to the real world. And my own bed. And my own… life.
Post-Trip Thoughts (Because I Need to Process):
Oxford, Alabama? It's… an experience. It's not the glitziest, the fanciest, or the most exciting destination. But it's real. It's got a certain, hard-to-explain charm. It has great BBQ. The people were genuinely friendly. And the Super 8? Well, it was a place to crash. And maybe, just maybe, that's all I needed.
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Okay, Seriously? "Super 8" in Oxford? You're Kidding, Right?
Right?! That's what *I* thought! Oxford, the city of spires and… Super 8? Seemed like a joke. Honestly, the first time I heard it, I snorted. My friend, bless her heart, was like, "No, seriously, it's… an experience." And I'm thinking, "An *experience* involving what? A slightly stained carpet and lukewarm continental breakfast?" Turns out… she wasn't entirely wrong, and I was VERY, very wrong. Buckle up, buttercups, because this is a story.
So, Just What *Is* This "Experience" at Super 8 Oxford?
Well, picture this. You're driving, knackered after a week battling hordes of visiting relatives. Your phone’s battery is dying, Google Maps is doing its thing. You're desperate for *something*. And BAM! Suddenly, there it is, glowing in the fading light: the hallowed Super 8 sign. It's like a beacon of hope, a siren's call promising... well, *something*.
The experience? It’s… messy. It is, I think, the antithesis of a 'luxury hotel.' Think: perfectly serviceable, but with a soul. You get the feeling that if you listened *really* closely, you could hear the ghosts of late-night snack runs and questionable decisions echoing through the hallways.
Alright, Lay It On Me: The Rooms. What's The Vibe? Clean? Dated? Both?
Dated, darling, *definitely* dated. But in a way that's kind of… charming? Like, you half expect to find a rotary phone on the nightstand and a complimentary packet of instant coffee from the Reagan era. The carpet? Well, let's just say it's seen things. I'm not saying it's pristine, okay? But it’s generally *there*. The beds are… fine. They're not the Four Seasons quality, but they’ll do the job. You're not expecting a spa treatment in your room, are you? If you are, you’re in the wrong place, missy.
The best part? The windows! Huge, glorious windows that actually *open*. Heaven! You can crack them open for some actual fresh air. Though, I did see a guy toss cigarette butts out the window once – but that’s probably not the hotel's fault.
Breakfast... Tell Me About the Breakfast. Don't Leave Me Hanging!
Oh, the breakfast. Where do I even *begin*? Okay, here’s the thing. We're not talking Michelin-star cuisine here. Expect… let's call it "functional." There's the standard: cereal that’s probably been around since the Clinton administration but still managed to stay crispy somehow. Toast. (Bring your own butter. Seriously). Then there's the waffle machine, which I suspect is secretly sentient and judges every waffle that comes out of it.
And the coffee… it's coffee. It wakes you up. That's the main point. Look, it's not the reason you’re staying at Super 8 but its an essential part of the equation.
Location, Location, Location! Is it Actually *Convenient*?
Okay, this is where Super 8 actually *shines*. (No, I’m not being sarcastic.) It's pretty damn convenient. It's not smack bang in the city center so it’s not the most picturesque, but it's a short drive. (There's parking! Actual, legitimate parking!) It's close to the ring road, which is honestly a lifesaver when you're trying to get out of Oxford after a weekend of dodging cyclists and bewildered tourists.
And the best part? You're not stuck on the wrong side of the city, paying an arm and a leg for a parking spot. You can ditch the car and Uber if you’re getting boozy. Seriously, the location is a HUGE plus for a budget stay.
Price? Because Let's Be Honest, That's Probably Why We're Even *Considering* Super 8.
Bingo! You’re absolutely right. It's the price. It's cheaper than a bag of Haribo at the gas station (probably). Okay, maybe not *quite* that cheap, but it’s definitely a bargain. Especially when you compare it to the hotels in Oxford’s city center. Trust me, if you’re on a budget, you’re not going to find anything remotely comparable in terms of cost.
Okay, Okay, I'm Considering It. What's the *Worst* Thing About Super 8 Oxford? Spill the Tea!
Alright, let’s cut to the chase. The worst thing? The *sound*. No, I'm not talking about a cacophony of rowdy guests (though that’s *possible*). The worst part is the road noise. The hotel is right next to the road, and it is *LOUD*. You hear trucks. You hear motorbikes. You hear that infuriating, constant hum of traffic. It goes on all night and probably, the second anyone arrives, the noise has already begun!
I’m a light sleeper, and, let's just say, earplugs are your *best friend*. And maybe a white noise machine. Seriously, pack those things. You'll thank me later.
Any Crazy Stories? Any Hilarious Moments? Give Me Something Good!
Oh, do I! Okay, here’s one. Picture this: I was there, in the lobby checking in. A man, maybe in his 60s, walks in, pulls out a crumpled wad of bills, and proceeds to haggle over the price of a *single* packet of crisps from the vending machine. Like, genuinely arguing. It was glorious! I was standing there, trying not to laugh, while the poor front desk clerk, completely deadpan and clearly seen this a thousand times before, just calmly explained the price.
Then there was the time I *thought* I saw a ghost. I mean, I'm *almost* certain I did not, but I thought I did. The hallway lights flickered, the air conditioner rattled, and you could feel a distinct cold spot about halfway down the hall. It was just a bit spooky, and… honestly, part of the charm? I feel like if a hotel felt like a sterile, clinical environment, then it wouldn’t be Super 8. Hotels With Kitchenettes
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