Escape to Chicago: Unbeatable Skokie Suites Await!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into a review that's less "polished hotel brochure" and more "drunkenly scribbled notes after a week-long stay." This ain't your grandma's travel blog, folks. This is real life, unfiltered and often messy. Let's get to it…
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Accessibility: Navigating the Labyrinth of Limited Mobility
Okay, first things first: Accessibility. I’m not in a wheelchair, but I am a klutz who trips over air, so I've got some perspective. They said wheelchair accessible, and…mostly, yeah. The lobby had a ramp – bonus! – but the hallways? Sometimes a little tight. The elevators, thankfully, were decent size. It's not perfect, but it's better than some places I've been.
A real, real plus? On-site accessible restaurants/lounges. Not having to worry about navigating the city after a few sunset cocktails? Chefs kiss. They clearly thought about this. The bathrooms? Spacious enough, grab bars in the right places. Little things, but they make a HUGE difference. Score one for good planning.
Internet: The Lifeline, the Curse, the Reason We’re All Here
Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! That's the bare minimum these days, isn't it? And it was…mostly okay? There were moments – especially during peak Netflix-and-chill hours (don't judge, I was "researching") – where the connection sputtered like a grumpy old engine. Internet [LAN]? I’m not even sure what that is, but it exists. Internet services were…there. You could order room service. You could (eventually) stream. Not much more to say, really. It's the internet.
Things to Do & Ways to (Attempt to) Relax: The Spa is My Happy Place and the Gym is My Pain
Body scrub? Body wrap? Listen, I'm all for getting slathered in goo, but the real star of the show here was the Pool with a View. Oh, the pool. Especially at sunset. Chef's kiss. You could actually see the sunset from there. Beautiful. It had a view! A pool with a view! This is the peak for vacation.
The Fitness centre? Let's just say I was far more enthusiastic about the poolside bar than the treadmill. I peeked and then ran for the pool instead. Spa/sauna, steamroom… the stuff of dreams. I will gladly trade exercise for a sauna. I'm still not sure if I'm relaxed or still stressed.
Cleanliness & Safety: Lysol, Lies, and the Battle Against the Apocalypse (or at Least Germs)
Alright, the pandemic era has made us all a bit germaphobic. They took it seriously. Anti-viral cleaning products? Check. Daily disinfection in common areas? Yup. Individually-wrapped food options? Abundant. They’re doing the right things. Room sanitization opt-out available? Smart. Let me be a slob and leave the room untouched, thanks. The Staff trained in safety protocol were mostly masked and helpful. Felt safe, even with my anxiety. They had Doctor/nurse on call which seemed smart, just in case.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: From Soup to Nuts (…Literally?)
Okay, the food. Here’s where things get a bit…uneven. Breakfast [buffet]? A mixed bag. The Asian breakfast options were hit-or-miss. The Western breakfast was your standard fare, which is what i wanted. The Coffee/tea in restaurant? Acceptable. But the Soup in restaurant… oh, the soup. Let's just say there was a particularly watery lentil soup that haunts my dreams. It tasted of nothing but…well…water. I’m still trying to understand.
The restaurants themselves were a mixed bag. A la carte in restaurant? Excellent when it was excellent. The Poolside bar? The cocktails had a bit too much ice, but the view made up for it. Room service [24-hour]? A lifesaver. The Snack bar? Okay. The Vegetarian restaurant? Not bad, probably the most surprising part.
I’d give the food an enthusiastic “meh.” There were moments of brilliance and…moments of watery soup. But the convenience? The options? They were there.
Services and Conveniences: The Little Things That Make a Hotel Tick (or Crumble My Sanity)
Air conditioning in public areas? Essential. Concierge? Helpful and patient, even when I asked the same dumb questions three times. Daily housekeeping? Fantastic. Elevator? Necessary. Ironing service? Always appreciated. Laundry service? Pricy, but worth it. Meeting/banquet facilities… I wandered in there once, got lost, and promptly retreated. Safety deposit boxes? Always a good thing, especially if you’re as scatterbrained as I am.
For the Kids: Mayhem, Miniature Humans, and Attempting Normalcy
I didn't have kids with me, but I saw plenty. Babysitting service? Available, thank goodness. Family/child friendly. Yes, definitely. The kids seemed to be having a blast, which, let's be honest, is the ultimate indicator, the Kids facilities looked good.
Available in all rooms: The Checklist of Comfort (and Slightly Overwhelming Options)
Air conditioning? Check. Alarm clock? Check. Bathtub? Check. Coffee/tea maker? Check. Free bottled water? Check. Safe box? Check. Okay, now about that Room decor… I don't know what kind of aesthetic they were going for.
Getting Around: Navigating the Maze of Transportation
Airport transfer? Convenient. Car park [on-site]? Free, score! Taxi service? Available.
The Bottom Line (And the Rambling Epilogue)
Would I go back? Probably. The flaws were there, sure, but the good points outweighed them. The pool? The convenience? The accessibility? These were all wins. Is it perfect? Absolutely not. It has its quirks and problems. And perhaps that's what makes a hotel truly memorable. It’s not about perfection; it's about the memories and the chaos.
Ultimately, it’s a place I’d recommend…with a hearty dose of “buyer beware” and a warning about the soup.
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Okay, buckle up, buttercup. This isn't your grandma's sanitized travel itinerary. This is a chaotic, glorious, slightly-stained chronicle of my time at the Extended Stay America in Skokie, Illinois. Brace yourself, because it's going to be… well, it's going to be me.
Extended Stay America – Chicago – Skokie: My Existential Adventure (and the Quest for Decent Coffee)
Day 1: Arrival – Or, How I Learned To Love (and Loathe) Microwave Popcorn
3:00 PM: Arrive at O'Hare. Ugh. Airports. Always the same: a symphony of wheely suitcases, crying babies, and the faint aroma of desperation. The pre-booked shuttle from the airport was surprisingly on time – a minor miracle, honestly.
4:00 PM: Check-in at the Extended Stay. Okay, first impressions: beige, beige, and more beige. It's got that vaguely institutional feel, like a particularly drab dentist's office. The front desk guy, bless his heart, looked like he hadn't slept since the Reagan administration. He mumbled something about "key cards" and "vending machines." I swear, I think I saw a tumbleweed roll past the lobby.
4:30 PM: Room inspection. The room itself is… functional. Bed? Check. Fridge? Check. Microwave? Oh, yes. The microwave. This is where the popcorn saga begins. I decided to celebrate my arrival with a bag of greasy, salty, heaven-sent microwave popcorn. This was a mistake. The first bag tasted… fine. The second bag set off the smoke alarm. Oops.
5:00 PM: Panic. Smoke alarm screams. I fumble around, trying to find the darned fire alarm with some serious frustration. Eventually pulled the battery to stop the noise. Apologize to the front desk guy (again). He just shrugs and smiles. He's seen it all.
6:00 PM: Pizza quest! I am ravenous. Found a local pizza place called "Mama Mia's" a few blocks away. Their pizza was solid, not earth-shattering, but it hit the spot. The waitress seemed to know everyone in the place, and I enjoyed watching the interaction between people.
7:00 PM: Back to the room. Popcorn-induced shame sets in. I attempt to watch TV, but the channel selection is abysmal. Ended up flicking through channels until I landed on a cooking show. This made me surprisingly hungry.
8:00 PM: My first experience with the coffee from the lobby lobby. It was worse than gas station coffee. It tasted like warm, brown-tinted sadness. I take a deep breath and head to bed, filled with a mixture of disappointment and a grudging sense of "well, at least there's a bed.”
Day 2: The Magnificent Mile (and a Massive Hangover)
8:00 AM: Coffee. Another attempt. More disappointment. I am starting to think I should have brought my own coffee maker.
9:00 AM: Breakfast. This is where the "Extended Stay breakfast" really shines, it's included. It's basic, of course. Cereal, a few sad-looking muffins, and instant oatmeal. I managed to eat a muffin, but I was not pleased.
9:30 AM: Head into Chicago. Ah, the city! Even if it's a bit far from Skokie. This time, there's no smoke, it's just me on the public transit.
11:00 AM: The Magnificent Mile. Tourist central, but I can't help but be impressed. The architecture! The shops! Even the cheesy street performers. I spent an hour or so just wandering, people-watching, and getting slightly lost in the crowds.
1:00 PM: I ate some great Chicago hotdogs. I didn't know a hotdog could taste that good. Pure, unadulterated joy.
2:00 PM: Exploring the Art Institute. Incredible! The Monet's were breathtaking, and I could spend hours studying "American Gothic."
5:00 PM: Drinks! I met up with some locals at a really cool bar. I had a few too many, and I was in trouble as soon as the sun started to go down.
6:00 PM: Dinner. Dinner was a blur. I remember eating something, but I can't tell you what.
7:00 PM: The Hangover sets in. The public transit ride back was brutal, and I felt my stomach churning the entire time.
8:00 PM: Back at the Extended Stay. Holy moly everything hurts. I chugged some water, took some Advil. I thought I was going to die.
9:00 PM: Bed. Crawled in, and prayed for morning.
Day 3: Museums, Misfires, Memories (and Coffee!)
8:00 AM: The coffee! Okay, to be fair, the hotel's "coffee" has officially reached "it's not as bad as yesterday" status. Small victory, I guess.
9:00 AM: Breakfast. I ate a bowl of cereal, cautiously. I did some research to find a good bakery the next day for some decent coffee and pastries.
10:00 AM: The Museum of Science and Industry. It was HUGE. I spent hours, and I went to see the German submarine. The exhibits were fascinating, and the sheer scale of the place was overwhelming. I felt like a kid again.
1:00 PM: Lunch. Grabbed a quick burger and fries. The fries were sadly not very good. Sigh.
2:00 PM: Navy Pier. Tourist trap? Yes. But still fun. The views of the city are incredible. Did I get a little dizzy on the Ferris wheel? Maybe. Don't judge me!
4:00 PM: Coffee and pastries from a local bakery. This was like tasting the sweet nectar of the gods after a long, desert journey. This was what I had been waiting for a solid cup of coffee and a delicious pastry.
7:00 PM: Pizza again! This time I ate a little less, and I enjoyed it more.
9:00 PM: Packing. Sadness sets in. Leaving is bittersweet. I think I felt a little more comfortable at the Extended Stay. I had grown used to the beige.
Day 4: Departure and Final Thoughts
7:00 AM: One last attempt at the coffee. Farewell, coffee. You tried your best, I guess.
8:00 AM: Check-out. Front desk guy smiles. Maybe he’s glad to see me go.
9:00 AM: Shuttle to the airport. I reflect.
9:30 AM: I am on the plane, flying away.
In Conclusion:
The Extended Stay America in Skokie was… an experience. It was definitely a slightly depressing experience. It was clean, it was functional, and it served its purpose. But it was also a microcosm of the mundane. The coffee was terrible. The popcorn-smoke incident was a low point. However! Chicago? Chicago was amazing. The city's energy, the art, the food (minus the sad fries) made the journey worthwhile. I'll take my time back into the real world.
Would I stay at an Extended Stay again? Probably. Would I pack my own French press next time? Absolutely. And maybe, just maybe, I'll take a cooking class so I don't set off another smoke alarm.
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