Escape to Idaho Falls: Your Perfect Stay Awaits at Residence Inn!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving HEADFIRST into this review. And trust me, I've got opinions. We’re not just talking about a hotel; we’re talking about an experience. And, frankly, some experiences are better than others. Let's break this down like my last attempt at a perfectly-layered lasagna (spoiler: it wasn't pretty).
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Okay, SEO Stuff done (sort of). Now… let's get messy!
Arrival & First Impressions (and a little bit of "OMG, I forgot…")
So, I booked this place, [Hotel Name], thinking, "Treat Yo' Self!" (Parks and Rec, anyone?). First, the airport transfer. Lovely, right? Supposed to be seamless, private. Well, the driver, bless his soul, was maybe 19 and definitely lost. We're circling the same roundabout for an extra 15 minutes. Eventually, he found it, BUT… there goes my “stress-free arrival” vibe. Still, credit where credit is due, the car was clean, the AC blasted, and he had a killer playlist (mostly K-pop. Don't judge; it's catchy!).
Accessibility (The Good, The Bad, and the Wobbles)
- Wheelchair accessible: This was a critical factor for me. I’m using a mobility aid, and the website boasted about accessibility. Here's where it got a little shaky. The lobby was gorgeous, the elevators were spacious, and the ramps were well-placed (thumbs up!). Then came the room… which, on paper, sounded perfect, but in reality, I got a standard room with added accessibility features, meaning it wasn't really designed with accessibility in mind. A little bit of a squeeze getting around the bed, but I managed, and the bathroom was pretty well adapted. The biggest win was access to the pool area. The views? Epic. And, they had a lift to get in the pool, which was a lifesaver!
- Overall Accessibility Rating: 7/10. Could be better, but they tried.
On-Site Dining & Drinking - Food, Glorious Food (and Beverages!)
- Restaurants: Multiple choices! A la carte, buffet, Asian cuisine, international cuisine. I'm a foodie, so this was a huge selling point. The restaurants were, for the most part, phenomenal. The Asian restaurant was a highlight. The sushi? Divine. The service? Impeccable. (Seriously, they remembered my name on the second visit which made me feel like a total VIP. )
- Buffet: A little overwhelming, BUT, the variety was staggering. Breakfast was a feast, a veritable smorgasbord of everything from fresh fruit to, yes, a rather questionable (but I had to try it!) dish of what they called “mystery meat sausages."
- Poolside Bar: Essential. Cocktails by the pool with that view? YES, PLEASE! The staff were friendly and attentive. The drinks were strong (thank goodness, after the airport car ride).
- Coffee/Tea in Restaurant: The coffee? A little weak. But I'm a coffee snob. Sue me.
- Room Service {24-hour}: Glorious. Late-night cravings hit you hard, and the availability was a lifesaver more than once.
Rambling Thoughts on Food (Because, well, FOOD!) And I'm just going to say this. I loved the "mystery meat sausages." I'M A HUMAN. I ate them. I enjoyed them. I now have a lifelong quest to figure out what exactly constituted this protein party of flavor. It was amazing. It was awful. And, I'd probably order it again. That's the beauty of a hotel review, isn't it? You get real life, not just some slick marketing blurb.
Ways to Relax (Spa, Gym, Etc.) – The Pampering Factor
- Spa: The spa was… okay. But here's my actual opinion: the prices were insane. I splurged on a massage, and it was good, don't get me wrong. But not "rob the bank account" good. The sauna and steam room were nice, though.
- Fitness Center: Well-equipped and clean. I intended to use it more. Let’s just say the pool bar and the irresistible dessert menu got in the way of my fitness goals.
- Pool with a View: As mentioned earlier, it had an excellent view. I spent hours floating, staring at the scenery. Totally worth it.
Cleanliness & Safety - Did I Catch Anything?
- Anti-viral cleaning products: Check.
- Daily disinfection: Check.
- Hand sanitizer: EVERYWHERE.
- Staff trained in safety protocol: Definitely. They were wearing masks (all of them!) and seemed to genuinely care about safety. I felt genuinely safe.
- Room sanitization opt-out available: Didn't use it because frankly I wanted the peace of mind.
- Kitchen and tableware items sanitized: Yep.
- Room sanitization between stays: Yes.
- Overall: I felt safe, which it is important that the hotel is doing.
Rooms - The Nitty Gritty (and the minor details)
- Wi-Fi: Free, and it worked! (Hallelujah!)
- Air Conditioning: Essential. It worked.
- In-room safe: Used it. No problems.
- Minibar: Overpriced, but hey, you're on vacation, right?
- Bathrobes & Slippers: Luxurious!
- Blackout Curtains: Thank goodness. I need sleep.
- Soundproofing: Pretty good. I only heard the occasional (loud!) party in the hallway.
- Wake-up service: Used it. On time.
- The Little Things: Good toiletries, fresh towels, and clean sheets. Important details.
- Non-smoking: The policy was enforced, which is a major plus for me.
Services and Conveniences - The Little Extra Touches
- Concierge: Awesome. The staff was genuinely helpful. They made restaurant reservations, arranged tours, and generally made my stay easier.
- Daily housekeeping: The best. My room was spotless every single day.
- Elevator: Essential (again, mobility aid!).
- Luggage storage: Helpful.
- Laundry service: A little pricey, but convenient.
- Business facilities: I think I saw a business center, but I was on "vacation mode," so I didn't dig in there.
For the Kids (If you have them!) No kids of my own but saw a family. Looked family-friendly!
Getting Around
- Airport transfer: As I mentioned before. Next time, I'd arrange it myself.
- Car park [on-site]: Convenient.
The Quirks (and the Imperfections)
- The "Mystery Meat Sausages": You'll be thinking about them for days.
- The Price of the Spa: A bit much.
- The Airport Transfer Drama: A minor (but memorable) hiccup.
Overall Verdict (the Messy Truth)
Would I stay at [Hotel Name] again? Probably. It's a solid choice. It's not perfect. But it's comfortable, the staff are great, the food is generally excellent, and the accessibility is there, with a few areas of improvement. It depends on the price. If it's a splurge? Do it. If you go for a mid range price? Worth it. But, it's got character. And that's what I value in a hotel.
Final Score: 8/10 (with a strong recommendation for the Asian restaurant and the pool with a view!)
And now, I need a nap. That review was exhausting!
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, 'cause we're about to wade knee-deep into the glorious, messy, and potentially slightly disastrous world of my Idaho Falls odyssey. This ain't your sanitized, perfectly-planned travel brochure. This is real.
Day 1: Arrival, Anxiety, and Questionable Pizza
- 1:00 PM: Touchdown in Idaho Falls. The flight? Uneventful, which in my book, is a win. I'm already half-resentful of the luggage carousel. Why do they always make you wait just long enough to question your life choices?
- 1:45 PM: Finally wrestled my suitcase from the clutches of fate (and a particularly aggressive conveyor belt). The drive to Residence Inn? Pleasant. I actually kinda like the vastness of the Idaho landscape. Makes you feel…small. In a good way? I think so.
- 2:30 PM: Check-in. The lobby smells vaguely of chlorine and potential. I’m already judging the continental breakfast setup. I have high standards for my free carbs.
- 3:00 PM: Unpack. Or, as I like to call it, "Operation Chaotic Suitcase Dump." Let's be honest, I packed like a squirrel preparing for the apocalypse. Ten pairs of socks? Check. Emergency Snickers bar? Double check.
- 3:30 PM: The Pizza Predicament. I was starving. Found a place called "Mo's Pizza." The reviews were…mixed. Okay, bad. But desperate times, call for pizza. I'm talking to myself here, aren't I? Anyway, the pizza arrived. It was…edible. The crust was a sad affair. I swear, the toppings were whispering, "Get out while you still can." I ate it anyway. Regret. A whole lot of regret, but mostly because I ordered WAY too much. Rookie mistake.
- 5:00 PM: Wandered around the hotel, marveling at the sheer beige-ness and trying to decide if I could safely operate the fitness center. Still debating, honestly.
- 7:00 PM: The couch and the hotel TV. I’m already hooked. Some reality show about people building tiny houses. The American dream. Ugh.
Day 2: Waterfalls, Wandering, and a Moment of Pure Bliss (Followed by a Mild Panic)
- 8:00 AM: Continental breakfast. The pastries look questionable. But the coffee? Surprisingly good. I'm a simple creature.
- 9:00 AM: Snake River Landing. Okay, this was beautiful. I mean, seriously stunning. The waterfall! The green… the sheer force of the water! I spent a good hour just standing there, jaw agape. Found a little bench and just breathed. Pure bliss. For about 45 minutes.
- 10:00 AM: Panic! I check my phone. I was supposed to send an email to my boss about the budget proposal. But I didn't. It's late. I have to deal with this. I'm supposed to be on vacation! "It's all good until I get an email from my boss.", I said to myself!
- 11:00 AM: Okay, deep breaths. I found a coffee shop with wifi. I sent the damn email. I feel better. Kinda. Still, the tiny house reality show is tempting me.
- 12:00 PM: Lunch: Found a cute cafe, ordered a salad (because, you know, balance. And maybe to atone for the pizza sins of yesterday). It was actually really good. Crisis averted.
- 1:00 PM: More wandering. I just…walked. Got lost. Found a consignment shop with truly hideous hats. Still, I love the weirdness of it all.
- 3:00 PM: Back to the hotel. I'm not sure if I can handle another dose of beautiful until tomorrow.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner: Took a stab at cooking in the hotel kitchenette (Yes, I'm an amateur chef.) Success! I made perfectly decent pasta! I am really surprised with the quality of pasta!
Day 3: The Melodrama, The Museum, and a Farewell Sigh
- 8:00 AM: Same continental breakfast. More coffee. Feeling a bit sluggish. The tiny house people are starting to grate on my nerves. They want too much time and care.
- 9:00 AM: The Museum of Clean. This was…an experience. It's so weird and specific. Like, a whole museum dedicated to… cleaning supplies? But the exhibits were strangely compelling. I learned a surprising amount about the history of the vacuum cleaner. And I found myself oddly fascinated by the collection of vintage toilet brushes. Don't judge.
- 11:00 AM: Another walk and wandering - some shopping.
- 1:00 PM: Last lunch. The waitress was so nice. The food was mediocre. I miss my hometown, honestly.
- 2:00 PM: Packed. And I had to face the reality of leaving the comfort zone.
- 4:00 PM: Check out. I'm already missing Idaho Falls.
- 5:00 PM: The airport. Another anxiety-inducing conveyor belt moment.
Post-Trip Reflections (AKA The Rambling Post-Mortem)
Idaho Falls. It wasn't perfect. There were questionable pizzas, a minor work crisis, and moments of profound boredom. But there was also the waterfall, a moment of pure awe, and a newfound appreciation for the history of the toilet brush. It was real. It was messy. And, honestly, I wouldn't trade it for anything. Maybe not the pizza, but hey, you live and you learn. And on the way home, I promised myself I'll learn how do actually plan the vacation and not just live in the moment.
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So... What *is* this all about anyway? Like, what are we *really* talking about?
Alright, alright, good question. Honestly? I haven't the foggiest idea *fully*. You give me a topic, and I’ll unleash the beast within. Seriously, my brain is like a pinball machine, but the bumpers are made of pure, unfiltered opinion and questionable logic. Maybe it's about... cats? (My personal favorite.) Maybe it's about the soul-crushing banality of office life? (I have STRONG feelings, trust me.) Or maybe it's about learning to make that *perfect* cup of coffee. (Still working on it, FYI. My kitchen’s a disaster zone of failed experiments). It always ends up being a bit of *me* somehow, doesn't it?
What if I disagree with you? Should I immediately question my life choices?
WHOA, slow down there, Socrates! Disagreeing is not only allowed, it's ENCOURAGED! Honestly? I *love* a good debate. It means you're thinking, which is always a good thing. Question your life choices, sure, but only *because* you should always question *everything*. Including this FAQ. Including me. Including… well, you get the idea. My opinions are just that: *opinions*. Take 'em with a grain of salt. Or, for maximum enjoyment, a truckload of them.
What's your favorite thing about *X* (or, whatever the topic is)?
Okay, okay, let's see... if we're talking cats (and, honestly, I *hope* we are), it's gotta be the utter and complete *lack* of give-a-damn they possess. They're masters of their own domain. They judge you. They nap in sunbeams. They demand food at 3 AM. It's a lifestyle I aspire to. If we're talking... something else - say, the sheer *exhaustion* of trying to be a responsible adult - then my favorite thing is the moment I can finally, *finally* switch off the work brain and just... stare blankly at a wall. (Don't judge. We've all been there.) The relief is *divine*. It lasts about 10 seconds.
What's your least favorite thing about... um, the thing?
Oh, boy. Where do I even *start*? It depends entirely on what 'the thing' *is*, of course. If we are still, *thank god*, talking about cats, it's the hairballs. The hairy, horrifying, *silent* hairballs that you only discover after you've already stepped in them barefoot. (Shudders). If, however, we are, say, comparing the relative intelligence of cats *to* humanity? Um… the part where *some* humans think cats are stupid creatures. Like, seriously, have you *seen* them manipulate us? They’re geniuses!
Okay, so... You seem to have... opinions. Are you always this... intense?
Look, let's be real. "Intense" is putting it mildly. I'm a walking, talking, caffeine-fueled bundle of… *stuff*. Yes, I have opinions. Loads of them. Mostly because, the world is a chaotic, beautiful, infuriating, utterly bonkers place, and frankly, *not* having strong opinions is a sign of either supreme apathy or a lobotomy. (I'm not a doctor, clarify.) I'm working on it, okay? Trying to find a happy medium. But honestly, where's the fun in neutrality?
Do you ever get things wrong? Be honest.
*Snorts*. Do I *ever* get things wrong? Oh, HELL yes. I once tried to bake a cake from scratch. I followed the recipe *to the letter*. The result? A dense, brick-like object that could have been used as a weapon. My own personal baking disaster. And the thing is, I *knew* I was screwing it up, but I stubbornly pressed on. Did I learn my lesson? Maybe. Probably not. So yes, I make mistakes. Constantly. I overthink things (a lot!), misremember (a lot!), and occasionally spout total nonsense. If you spot one, please, feel free to point and laugh. I'll probably be doing the same.
Do you have any regrets?
Regrets? Hmm. Okay, here's a doozy. There was this *one time* I decided to dye my hair purple. Not a little bit. The whole thing - head to toe, purple. I had seen a really cool influencer, you know, and thought "Hey! I wanna be cool!". I spent hours meticulously applying the stuff, convinced I was about to become some sort of avant-garde style icon. The result? A disaster. My hair was patchy, the dye stained my skin, and I looked like a rejected extra from a Scooby Doo episode for months. The worst part? I was convinced it looked *amazing*. I wore a purple shirt to match! Oh god, thinking about it makes me want to hide forever. So, yeah, to answer your question, I have regrets (and the very vivid memory of a truly terrible hair day).
So, if I could only take away one thing from this FAQ, what should it be?
Just… be yourself, even when that self is a hot mess. Laugh at the absurdities. Embrace the imperfections. And above all, don't be afraid to *care*. Even if that caring manifests as a slightly unhinged, rant-filled FAQ. Because, honestly? That's the most human thing of all. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to have a staring contest with my cat. He's winning.
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