Escape to St. Louis: Days Inn St. Peters/St. Charles Getaway!
Escape to St. Louis: Days Inn St. Peters/St. Charles Getaway! - A Chaotic Chronicle
Okay, buckle up, because I just got back from…well, attempting to “Escape to St. Louis” at the Days Inn in St. Peters/St. Charles. Let me tell you, it wasn't exactly a flawless getaway. It was more like a slightly-scratched-up, slightly-off-key road trip karaoke session. But hey, that’s life, right? And this hotel? It’s got… character.
First Impressions (and the Battle for the Front Desk)
The first thing that hit me wasn't necessarily the glorious St. Louis air (which, let's be honest, is sometimes a little… pungent). No, it was the line. The check-in line. It snaked around like a pet python that had accidentally escaped a poorly maintained terrarium. 24-hour front desk, you say? Seems the “24” involves a lot of waiting. There was this poor elderly gentleman ahead of me, looking like he was about to crumble into dust. The front desk person, bless her heart, was doing her best. But the system… it was a battle. Contactless check-in/out – they say they do it. Didn't see it in action. More like “contact-heavy check-in/out.”
Accessibility and the Elevator Adventures
Now, I’m not disabled, but I do have friends who are, so I always scope out accessibility. This place claims to be wheelchair accessible (Facilities for disabled guests), which is a good start. There is an elevator. Thank GOD. Walking up stairwells after a long drive is not my idea of a relaxing getaway. However… the elevator was a bit… slow. And a little… cramped. I swear I saw it judder slightly at one point, like it was contemplating a career change.
(Rant Break - Quick Accessibility Anecdote) My friend Sarah, who’s in a wheelchair, once stayed at a hotel with a similar elevator. She described it as "a metal coffin slowly descending into the abyss." I can kinda see her point.
Room Realities: The “Sanitized” Symphony (or, How I Conquered the Bed Bugs – Kidding!)
My room… well, it was a room. Air conditioning in all rooms, thank goodness! The air outside was brutal. The room felt… clean-ish. They say rooms are sanitized between stays (Rooms sanitized between stays), and they seemed to have tried. Daily housekeeping (Daily housekeeping) was a thing. I saw the maid cart.
But the devil’s in the details, right? No bed bugs, thankfully. But the carpet (Carpeting)? Oh dear. Let's just say, it looked like it had seen things. The desk (Desk) was functional, but the chair… well, let's just say it resembled a skeletal framework of a bygone era of ergonomics. Coffee/tea maker (Coffee/tea maker) – present and accounted for! With the necessary accoutrements of the world, and I made myself a cup and sat, contemplating if I'd made the right choice, this was a place of choice to escape to.
Cleanliness Chaos: Sanitizing Shenanigans
They say they’re serious about cleanliness and safety. Anti-viral cleaning products (Anti-viral cleaning products) were, supposedly, in use. Hand sanitizer (Hand sanitizer) dispensers were dotted around the public areas, which I appreciated. Staff trained in safety protocol (Staff trained in safety protocol) – hopefully. Daily disinfection in common areas (Daily disinfection in common areas) – I assume so.
Dining Dilemmas: Breakfast in Bustle
Breakfast [buffet] (Breakfast [buffet]) – Ah, the cornerstone of any solid hotel experience. This one… was a thing. You could choose between Asian and Western (Asian breakfast, Western breakfast). The usual suspects – lukewarm scrambled eggs, sad-looking sausages, and pastries that looked like they'd been through a war. Breakfast takeaway service (Breakfast takeaway service) was an option, but who wants to eat a sad omelet in their room?
(Dining Anecdote) My partner, bless his heart, being the optimistic soul he is, tried the "international cuisine" (International cuisine in restaurant). He was hoping for a taste of the world. He got… a vaguely-seasoned sausage that looked suspiciously like it'd been at the buffet since the Clinton administration.
Spa-tacular… or Spa-spectacularly Absent?
Now, the website teased a spa. Sauna (Sauna)? Spa/Sauna (Spa/Sauna)? Steamroom (Steamroom)? Swimming pool (Swimming pool)? The website, it lied. There was a pool (Swimming pool [outdoor]), which was okay. The Pool with view (Pool with view), was a view of the parking lot. Spa? No. Sadly, no. So, no body scrubs (Body scrub) or body wraps (Body wrap). Just a whole lot of parking lot.
Things to Do (or, How I Found Myself Exploring the Parking Lot)
St. Louis has so much to offer. I spent a day at the arch, and the Museum, and explored the local community. But the hotel itself… well, it wasn't exactly brimming with entertainment, if you know what I mean. There were a few options, but I wasn't expecting anything.
(Quirky Observation) I did, however, spend a significant amount of time observing the pigeons. They seemed to have a complex social structure, and they were very interested in the crumbs from my breakfast.
Services and Conveniences: The Fine Print
They touted a bunch of services and conveniences. Wi-Fi [free] (Wi-Fi [free]) – yes, it worked… eventually. Luggage storage (Luggage storage) – yep. (The luggage storage was more like a corner of the front desk). Car park [free of charge] (Car park [free of charge]) – definitely.
(Rambling Thought) I would have loved a pool bar (Poolside bar), but it was not to be. A gift/souvenir shop (Gift/souvenir shop) would have been nice too, but no chance.
For The Kids?
Family/child friendly (Family/child friendly)? I suppose so. I did not see any kids facilities (Kids facilities). But I did see a lot of families.
Security and Safety: Feeling Safe…ish
CCTV in common areas (CCTV in common areas), a front desk [24-hour] (Front desk [24-hour]), and fire extinguishers (Fire extinguisher)… all good. Safety/security feature (Safety/security feature) – present. Non-smoking rooms (Non-smoking rooms) – a plus. Smoke alarms (Smoke alarms) – hopefully working. Security [24-hour] (Security [24-hour]) – I think.
Getting Around: The Airport Gambit
Airport transfer (Airport transfer)? I didn't need one, but it sounded like a possibility. Taxi service (Taxi service) – definitely on offer.
My Overall Verdict (and a Heartfelt Plea for Improvement)
Look, the Days Inn St. Peters/St. Charles isn’t a total disaster. It’s… passable. It’s a place to lay your weary head after a long day of tourist-ing (or pigeon-watching in the parking lot). But it could be SO much better. It needs a bit of a facelift, a dash of personality, and maybe, just maybe, better coffee. Seriously, the coffee was tragic.
Emotional Reaction: I expected something more. I was a little disappointed at first. But I've come to embrace that imperfections are human.
Final Score: 2.5 out of 5 Stars (and one bonus star for the pigeons).
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- Escape to St. Louis: Days Inn St. Peters/St. Charles Getaway! - A Chaotic Chronicle
- First Impressions (and the Battle for the Front Desk)
- Accessibility and the Elevator Adventures
- Room Realities: The “Sanitized” Symphony (or, How I Conquered the Bed Bugs – Kidding!)
- Cleanliness Chaos: Sanitizing Shenanigans
- Dining Dilemmas: Breakfast in Bustle
- Spa-tacular… or Spa-spectacularly Absent?
- Things to Do (or, How I Found Myself Exploring the Parking Lot)
- Services and Conveniences: The Fine Print
- For The Kids?
- Security and Safety: Feeling Safe…ish
- Getting Around: The Airport Gambit
- My Overall Verdict (and a Heartfelt Plea
Days Inn of Chaos: St. Peters/St. Charles Edition (MO) - A Travel Diary
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't gonna be your pristine, bullet-pointed travel itinerary. This is the raw, unfiltered truth of a road trip, a Days Inn, and the utter, glorious mess of being human. We’re talking St. Peters, Missouri, people. Population: definitely more than I thought. And my sanity? Well, that's the real question.
Day 1: Arrival and the Art of the "Okay" Hotel
- 1:00 PM - Arrival at the Days Inn: Pulling up? The outside of this place looked… well, it looked like a Days Inn. That’s the baseline, right? The promise of free wifi (fingers crossed it actually works) and a continental breakfast that probably consists of something vaguely resembling a stale bagel. Check-in? Pleasant enough front desk lady. Didn’t judge my travel-weary appearance, which is always a win. Bonus points? I actually got a room on the ground floor, which I demanded – elevators and I have a tumultuous relationship.
- 1:30 PM - The Room Reveal: Okay, the room. It's… fine. The bedspread has seen better days; I'm pretty sure a small mammal once made a temporary home there. The TV is probably older than me, but hey, it works. Cleanliness? Well, let's call it “generously imperfect”. I immediately start wiping down everything - because, travel. My brain is screaming, "Germs! Germs everywhere!" but my tired body just wants to collapse on the possibly-cleanish bed.
- 2:00 PM - The Great Coffee Crisis: The in-room coffee maker? Utter garbage. Like, couldn't even manage a lukewarm drip of brown sadness. This is a crisis. A national emergency. I'm dependent on caffeine! Now, I have to venture out and find actual coffee, which, in this location, is going to be an adventure in itself.
- 2:30 PM - Coffee Mission Improbable (and Success!): Struggling to find the promised free wifi (it sucks), I ventured out with the address of the nearest Starbucks in hand while muttering to myself in the style of Indiana Jones. The Starbucks was a beacon of light. A real mocha! Sweet, glorious, caffeinated victory. I felt a flicker of human again.
Day 2: The "Explore" That Never Quite Happens (And the Pizza of Destiny)
- 7:00 AM - The Continental Breakfast Debacle: Downstairs for breakfast. The "continental" aspect? Yep, bagels. And… stale. Also, that "juice" dispenser? Looks like watered-down cough syrup. I grab a sad, limp banana and give up. I can't.
- 8:00 AM - A Plan Forms… and Immediately Dies: Okay, the plan was to explore… something. Maybe the historic part of St. Charles. Maybe a local park. I even googled "things to do near me." But… the bed is so comfy. And the TV… well, it's showing daytime television. And the sheer concept of "exploring" felt incredibly exhausting.
- 11:00 AM - The Netflix Abyss. I’m still in pajamas. I’m watching, and I can’t bring myself to turn it off. The air conditioning is perfect. The world outside can wait.
- 1:00 PM - Lunch (Deliverance style): Ordered local pizza. This is the high point of my day. I can't remember the last time I ate pizza. This is going to be a religious experience.
- 7:00 PM - Pizza Round 2 - The Aftermath: Okay, the pizza was good. Maybe even great. Maybe the best pizza I've ever had. I'm not ashamed to say I ordered a second one. This is the kind of moment you remember. The pure, unadulterated joy of melted cheese and crispy crust. I’m going to daydream about that pizza for a week, maybe longer.
- 9:00 PM - The Hotel Noise Symphony: The walls of the Days Inn are thin. Very thin. Currently enjoying the late-night sounds of a couple having a heated debate via shouting, at least two different TV shows blaring, and the faint whisper of someone snoring. Welcome to hotel living! This is a very specific kind of hell.
Day 3: Escape… and the Longing for a Good Pillow
- 7:00 AM - That Breakfast Again. I just can't. Managed to find a granola bar in my purse and call it a win.
- 8:00 AM - The Grand Exit: Packed as quickly as possible, the pillow was my constant companion. The air conditioning must be maintained at all costs.
- 9:00 AM - Departure: Leaving the Days Inn behind. Honestly, it wasn't disastrous. It was just… a Days Inn. It served its purpose: a place to rest my weary head (and eat an obscene amount of pizza). As I drove away, I couldn't help but have a moment of… appreciation. For the mundane. For the fact that I made it through intact. And already, I'm scheming about the next adventure, the next mediocre hotel, the next glorious slice of pizza. And maybe, just maybe, a decent pillow.
Escape to St. Louis: Days Inn St. Peters/St. Charles Getaway! (Let's Be Honest Edition)
Okay, so… what *is* this “Getaway” anyway? Days Inn in St. Peters... sounds a little… beige, right?
Alright, let's rip the band-aid off. “Getaway” might be stretching the truth a *teensy* bit. It's a Days Inn, people. St. Peters. Think… highway adjacent, continental breakfast-ish, and the kind of place where you can *absolutely* tell if the room across the hall is having a lively game night. (Spoiler alert: they probably are). But! That’s part of the charm, right? Or at least, it *could* be. It's a no-frills, get-out-of-town-without-breaking-the-bank situation. Think of it as a launchpad. A basecamp for your St. Louis adventures! (Emphasis on *your*, because trust me, the Days Inn is not the adventure.)
What's the deal with the included breakfast? Continental… ugh. Is it edible? Be honest!
Okay, deep breath. The continental breakfast … It exists. Let's put it that way. Think lukewarm, pre-packaged pastries. The kind that look like they’ve been sitting out since, well, probably the previous escapee checked out. The orange juice? Let's be generous and call it "citrus flavored beverage." The coffee, bless its heart, is probably the strongest thing you’ll encounter. Is it *edible*? Yes. Will it fuel you for the day? Maybe. Will it inspire poetry? I doubt it. My personal strategy: hit the nearest gas station for a proper breakfast sandwich and a real coffee. Save yourself the emotional turmoil.
Is this place *really* in St. Louis? Or is it... a little bit outside? Because I'm picturing the Arch, not… suburban sprawl.
Technically, you’re in St. Peters/St. Charles. Which is, to be blunt, not *in* St. Louis. It's just… *near* it. It's like saying you're “close” to losing weight by eating one salad. You're closer, but you're still in the 'burbs. The Arch is a drive. So is anything remotely interesting. If you're banking on walking to a blues club and stumbling home drunk at 2 AM, this ain't it. You'll need a car. Good news: you're *probably* getting cheaper parking at the hotel than downtown. Silver linings!
What kind of rooms can I expect? Are we talking clean and comfy, or… "slightly questionable stains"?
Look, I'll be honest. The rooms are… functional. They're the kind of rooms where the carpet might have seen better days, and the bathroom fixtures probably aren't winning any design awards. But! They're usually clean-ish. I mean, I haven’t personally encountered any biohazards. *Knock on wood*. The bed? Comfortable enough, if you're the kind of person who can fall asleep anywhere, which, let's be real, is *me*, after a day of navigating tourist traps. The whole experience is… well, it's got that "lived in but not *lived in* lived in" feel. You know? Like the place where your weird aunt's cats used to live. But without the lingering cat smell (hopefully). Do NOT expect luxury. Expect… a place to sleep.
What's the best part about staying HERE? Seriously, is there *anything* good?
Okay, yes! There *is* a potential upside! It's the *price*. Let's be real. This isn't a destination in itself. But if you’re on a budget, and you're using this as a base to explore St. Louis, then it works! I actually had a pretty good time once. We spent all day at the zoo (AMAZING, by the way!), saw the Arch (iconic!), and then crashed. I mean, the bed was fine. And hey, no one broke in, which is a win. Plus, you have easy access to the highway so you can get away pretty quickly; that's a bonus, too. The convenience factor definitely works. Plus the freedom! You can be as messy as you want, and no one is going to care. And isn’t that a little fun?
What's the worst part? Be brutally honest.
Okay, here's the truth bomb: the *sound*. I've stayed in places where you can hear everything. The air conditioning unit sounding like a dying walrus. The neighbor's TV blasting reruns of *CSI: Miami*. Kids running up and down the halls at 3 AM (true story). The constant hum of the highway. It's not exactly conducive to a peaceful night's sleep. Bring earplugs. Seriously. Bring a whole box. Also, that continental breakfast. Just… avoid it. You'll thank me later.
Alright, I'm booked. Any tips for surviving (and maybe even enjoying) this… "getaway"?
Okay, here’s the survival guide. Firstly, *lower your expectations*. Then, pack earplugs. Seriously. Bring snacks. Because that continental breakfast is not a meal. Plan your itinerary *before* you go. Don't expect to just wander around and "find things." Get out of the hotel room as much as possible. Explore! The Zoo is fantastic. Go to the Science Center. And honestly? If it rains, embrace it! St. Louis has got some great indoor options. Finally: remember it's just a place to sleep. Focus your energy on having fun, and the Days Inn will fade into the background. And who knows? You might even have a mildly enjoyable time. (I did, once! Mostly because of amazing pizza.)
So, would you recommend this “Getaway”? Be honest!
Okay, the brutally honest truth? It depends. Are you looking for luxury? Absolutely not. Romance? Forget about it. Are you on a budget and primarily care about exploring St. Louis? Then, yeah! It’s a perfectly adequate base. It’s functional. It will not ruin your trip. It might even… save you money! Just go in with your eyes open, pack your earplugs, and enjoy your (hopefully) awesome St. Louis adventure! And maybe bring your own pillow. Just in case. 😉
I need a recommendation for just ONE thing to do in St. Louis. What's your MUST-SEE? (Assuming I'm starting from this hotel, of course).
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