Charleston Courtyard Escape: Summerville's Hidden Gem!
Charleston Courtyard Escape: Summerville's Secret? (Or Just Another Hotel?) - A Review That Doesn't Suck
Okay, buckle up, because I'm about to dissect the Charleston Courtyard Escape in Summerville. I’m not gonna lie, I went in with a little trepidation. Summerville, SC? Sounds like… well, something. But the website promised a “hidden gem” and, frankly, my sanity needed a vacation. So, here's the unvarnished truth, warts and all:
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Now, Let's REALLY Dig In - The Messy Bits!
First off, getting there. Accessibility: Now, this is important. I don't personally need full-on wheelchair access, but I always pay attention. The website claimed it was accessible. And, well, it was… mostly. The lobby and common areas seemed fine. Getting around was fairly straightforward, the elevator (thank god!) was easy to use. Facilities for disabled guests are listed, so check if your specific needs align with their provisions.
But, and this is a big BUT, the walk to the pool with a view? Kinda long and winding. Fine for me, but if mobility is a real concern, double check the exact route and elevation changes. This is where my first impression of a "hidden gem" started to crack a little. More on the pool later because… well, it was a situation.
The Room Conundrum: My Mini-Kingdom (Or Not?)
Alright, the room itself. I'm a sucker for a decent hotel room. Available in all rooms: Air conditioning (essential in South Carolina, duh), Alarm clock, Bathrobes (YES!), Blackout curtains (double YES!), Coffee/tea maker (triple YES!). The Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! was a lifesaver – I'm always tethered to the online world, for better or worse. I ended up working on my laptop in the room, taking advantage of the Laptop workspace and decent Internet access – wireless.
The desk was a decent size, but the chair was… eh. The room wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t cramped either. A mini bar was a nice touch, though I think I would have preferred a full-fat fridge rather than the mini-bar sized one. Daily housekeeping was a godsend. They actually did a surprisingly good job, always replacing the towels and leaving the room feeling fresh.
One slight peeve: the mirror was a bit dodgy, making me look… well, let's just say it wasn't flattering. The hair dryer was also about as effective as a wet noodle. Minor quibbles, but still. I would have loved a seating area, but the space wasn't built for it.
The Bathroom Blues (And the Bathrobe Bliss)
The bathroom? Standard hotel fare. The separate shower/bathtub was nice, I'm a sucker for a long bath. The toiletries were… okay. Nothing fancy, but they got the job done. The water pressure was great, the hot water was genuinely hot. (That’s a bigger deal than you think when you've travelled the US.) But the bathrobes? Luxurious. I may or may not have lived in it for the duration of my stay. Okay, I did.
Dining, Drinking, and Snack-tivities - The Stomach Speaks!
Okay, now we're getting to the good stuff…or the bad, depending. The Asian breakfast was… well, I didn't try it. But the Breakfast [buffet], oh boy. Let's just say it was a beige-tastic experience. The scrambled eggs were the color of sunshine and the taste of… nothing. The bacon, however, was cooked to crispy perfection. A real mixed bag, that breakfast. I opted for the Western breakfast most days and at least it was edible. You can opt for Breakfast takeaway service, but I was too lazy.
The Coffee/tea in restaurant was decent, and I appreciated the bottle of water left in the room. I ventured into the restaurants once, and the Western cuisine in restaurant was… alright. Nothing to write home about. A bit bland, to be honest. The Poolside bar was a lifesaver. Sipping a cocktail by the pool, watching the sun go down – that was pure bliss.
I didn't try the snack bar, the soup in restaurant, or the desserts in restaurant. I did, however, make use of the Room service [24-hour]… mostly for late night emergency snacks. A godsend.
The Spa Saga: Massage Mayhem?
The spa. Now, this is where things almost got magical. I booked a massage. The spa itself was… well-equipped. Sauna, Steamroom, Foot bath, the works. The Body scrub was… intense. The therapist was lovely, but I felt like I’d been attacked by a sugar-scrub-wielding ninja. The massage itself? Amazing. Pure, unadulterated bliss. However, let’s just say the massage room itself could have used a little… ambiance. It was a little bare-bones.
The Pool: Beautiful Views, But…
The Swimming pool [outdoor] was the highlight, truly. That Pool with view was spectacular. The view of… something. I’m not sure what, exactly. But it was pretty. I spent a lot of time there. The pool was clean, there were plenty of sun loungers. However, one day… a family with a whole army of children appeared and pretty much took over the pool. It went from zen to chaos in about 30 seconds. My mood went with it. I retreated to my room.
Cleanliness and Safety: Did They Actually Sanitize?
Okay, let's talk about the stuff that matters post-pandemic. The Staff trained in safety protocol seemed to know their stuff. Anti-viral cleaning products were evidently employed. I felt a slight unease about the Room sanitization opt-out available - I really hope that the Rooms sanitized between stays were actually sanitized. I didn’t see any Sterilizing equipment lying around! There was evidence of Hand sanitizer everywhere. I appreciated all the efforts to the best of my ability.
The Extras: From Luggage to Laundry
Services and conveniences: Luggage storage was super handy. The Laundry service? Needed it, used it, appreciated it. Concierge was helpful, but a bit overwhelmed at peak times. There was a Convenience store but the prices made me wince. I didn’t need it. I’d rate this area as efficient, not especially memorable.
For the Kids: Babysitters Galore?
Didn't have kids with me, so I can’t comment personally. But they claimed to be Family/child friendly, and the Kids facilities looked decent enough. Seeing the sheer joy (and volume) of some of the younger residents, it seemed to be true.
The Verdict: Hidden Gem? Maybe, Maybe Not.
So, is the Charleston Courtyard Escape a "hidden gem?" Honestly, it's decent. Far from a destination hotel. It has its flaws, its quirks, and its moments of pure bliss (the massage, the pool view when the hordes weren't there). It's a solid, comfortable option for a stay in Summerville. I'd give it a solid 7/10. Worth a stay if you're in the area, don’t expect miracles. It's good, not great. But hey, you might get lucky and have the pool all to yourself. And that, my friends, is worth something.
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we're about to embark on the most gloriously disorganized, emotionally volatile, and possibly questionable trip to the Courtyard Charleston Summerville. This itinerary? More of a suggestion, a loose guideline, a crumpled napkin found at the bottom of a purse. Prepare for chaos, folks.
The Totally Unofficial, Probably-Won't-Stick-to-it Itinerary: Summerville, SC - Let the Good Times Roll (or Maybe Just Me Miserably Trying to Find the Pool Towels)
Day 1: Arrival & The Mysterious Case of the Missing Phone Charger
1:00 PM (ish): Arrive at the Charleston International Airport. My flight was delayed, naturally. You'd think after all these years of flying, I'd be immune to the sheer, soul-crushing ennui of waiting at an overcrowded gate, but nope. Still get the sweats.
1:45 PM (maybe): Car rental. Praying I don't get the "mystery car" - you know, the one where you end up with a vehicle that smells faintly of stale french fries and disappointment. Crossing fingers for something with comfortable seats, you know, for my delicate posterior.
2:30 PM (give or take): Arrive at the Courtyard. Checked in. Wait… where's my phone charger? God. Dammit. I knew I forgot something. This sets the tone, people. Embrace the impending doom.
3:00 PM (give or take several existential crises): Finally get settled in the room. It's not a bad room, really. Standard hotel room fare. Bed looks comfy. Tempted to just order room service and watch trashy reality TV. But no. I have a mission.
4:00 PM: (Maybe - depends on how long I'm searching for the damn charger, or if I just give in and buy one at the hotel gift shop, which would involve facing actual people) Explore the hotel. Find the pool! This is a huge win. I need to decompress, or I'll implode. The pool is glorious, but the towels? Still missing in action. It's a conspiracy, I tell you! A conspiracy of fluffy white rectangular things!
5:00 PM: (If the Pool Towel Conspiracy allows me to enjoy the pool): I am currently in the pool. The water is fine, but here's an observation. It seems like all these hotels use too many chlorine tablets in an attempt to sanitize everything into 100% sterility. I am enjoying the pool.
6:00 PM: (If I remember to shower and change, and the charger's still a problem): Dinner at a local restaurant. Research suggests this place called "Oscar's." Reviews are mixed but the photos look pretty good. Crossing my fingers for a decent meal, or at least a good story to tell. Hopefully, they have power outlets at my table.
8:00 PM: (Post-Dinner Debrief, aka: "Did they have outlets???") Dinner was…decent. Oscar's, in all its kitschy glory. The food was fine, not exceptional, but hey, it filled a hole. The real winner? The sweet tea. Oh, South Carolina sweet tea, you glorious, diabetic-inducing nectar of the gods. The REAL victory was the lack of people.
Day 2: Charm, Chaos & The One Where I Almost Get Lost
9:00 AM (If I actually wake up): Breakfast at the hotel. Pro Tip: Always check the temperature of the coffee before you pour. Trust me. I've learned the hard way. The breakfast buffet. It is an abomination. Stale cereals, sad-looking fruit, and rubbery eggs. I am going to try to only eat protein. Wish me luck.
10:00 AM: Explore Historic Downtown Summerville. This is the part I actually planned. I'm aiming for charming little shops, maybe a bookstore, perhaps a spot for a good cup of coffee. What could go wrong? Everything. Potentially.
10:30 AM (give or take): Found the bookstore. A quaint little independent book store. It had that smell. The smell of old paper and the promise of adventure. I spent an hour lost in the stacks, forgetting the world existed. Bliss.
11:30 AM (Lost): Okay, so I tried to find a coffee shop. This is where things went south. I swore I saw it – the little sign, the inviting door. But alas, I wandered into a residential neighborhood with a distinct lack of coffee and a surfeit of confused squirrels. I am terrible at directions.
1:00 PM: Lunch at a Diner. The Diner was a classic. Great place. I was the only one at the counter, and I really enjoyed talking to the waitress. She gave me a few tips on the area.
2:30 PM (Finally! Back at the Hotel): Pool time. Again. This is the one thing I know I enjoy. The pool is starting to feel like my sanctuary.
7:00 PM: Dinner. I have a confession to make. I'm going back to Oscar's. It wasn't great, but it was familiar. Besides, I needed some sweet tea.
Day 3: Departure & The lingering sweet tea stain on my soul
9:00 AM: Breakfast. (See: Day 2. The hotel breakfast is still… sad.)
10:00 AM: Final dip in the pool. One last glorious moment of chlorine-scented peace before the real world crashes back in.
11:00 AM: Pack. I'm convinced I'll find that lost charger somewhere. Maybe under the bed? Under a pillow? In a parallel universe where I'm not so chronically forgetful?
12:00 PM: Check out. Say goodbye to the hotel and the pool.
1:00 PM (ish): Head to the airport.
End Game: The Return Charleston Summerville was… an adventure. The imperfections, the missing charger, the detour into the squirrel-infested neighborhood – these were the moments that made it real. It wasn't perfect, but it was mine. I'll carry the memories. And the faint, sweet tea stain on my soul. Until next time, Summerville. You (mostly) charmed me.
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