Indulge in Downtown Minneapolis: The Hotel Indigo Experience
Hotel Indigo Downtown Minneapolis: My Take (The Good, the Bad, and the Uh-Oh)
Alright, buckle up, because I just spent a few nights at the Hotel Indigo Downtown Minneapolis, and let me tell you, it was a vibe. As someone who's navigated the labyrinth of hotel life with all the grace of a caffeinated squirrel, I'm ready to spill the beans. This isn't your sterile, cookie-cutter review; this is a messy, honest, and hopefully, helpful account of my experience.
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(Deep Dive: The Arrival & Accessibility - A Mixed Bag)
First impressions? The building's pretty sleek, kind of has that "modern, minimalist museum" feel to it. Reaching the hotel was easy. The car park was decent. They do have a car charging point, a bonus.
Accessibility: Okay, let's get real. I am an able-bodied individual, but I always rate accessibility because it is important. The lobby seemed to be well-suited. There was a lift. But honestly, I didn't spend heaps of time meticulously checking every inch. I think my main critique is the receptionists just seemed… a bit… not overly enthusiastic.
Check-in: Quick, painless. Contactless? Absolutely. I barely had to speak to anyone, which, honestly, after a long drive, I appreciated. They gave me the key and pointed me to the elevator. A decent start.
(Room Rave & Regrets - The Details That Matter)
The Room (Available in all rooms): So, the room. Oh, the room! I had a non-smoking room (duh), and, thankfully, the air conditioning worked like Zeus himself was blowing cold air.
- The Good: The bed! It was like sleeping on a cloud.Seriously, one of the best hotel beds I've ever encountered. Blackout curtains? Yes, please! I slept like a baby (until my internal clock decided 4 am was a perfectly acceptable time to be awake). Free Wi-Fi was a godsend (more on that later). Plus, a decent-sized desk, perfect for tackling the emails I really didn't want to do. Hair dryer, robes, slippers - the usual suspects, but appreciated nonetheless.
- The Quirks: The decor was… well, "urban chic" is the appropriate term. It was functional. It worked. But I wouldn't say it sparked joy. The safe box was there, though I didn't use it. The fridge was there, though I stocked it with my own pathetic attempts at healthy groceries. And the shower… the shower was fine. Nothing to write home about, but it got the job done.
(Internet Shenanigans - The Free Wi-Fi Saga)
Okay, this is where things get a little… dramatic.
- The Promise: "Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!" The holy grail of modern travel. I saw it, I rejoiced.
- The Reality: The Wi-Fi. Well, let's just say it was a bit like dating. Sometimes responsive, sometimes infuriatingly absent. I did get it to work for the majority of my time there. The LAN cable was an option, but, let's be honest, who the heck uses a LAN cable in a hotel room in 2024? I spent part of my time tethering to my phone. But, hey, it's free!
(Dining & Drinking: Food, glorious food, and the occasional disappointment):
Restaurants & Bars: The hotel restaurant had a good vibe, kind of moody. They do have "restaurants" (plural!), but I only ate at the main one, so I can't comment on the others. I had a few meals there.
- The Breakfast Buffet (Breakfast [buffet]): This was actually pretty decent, not overwhelming, and a good start to the day.
- The Bar: The drinks? Decent. Maybe a tad overpriced, but hey, you're in a hotel, right? The happy hour(happy hour) deal was, I felt, worth it, though.
- Room Service (Room service [24-hour]): I used it for a late-night snack and it arrived promptly. Solid.
- The Surprise: They had a coffee shop. I'm a coffee snob, and I thought it was passable.
- The Quirks: I'd love to say I took advantage of the "bottle of water" that came with the room. I think I missed that.
(Things to Do & Ways to Relax - Spa, Gym, and a Pool with a View (maybe))
The spa and gym are there, and I will mention those:
- Spa: I didn't experience it - I am always on the go!
- Fitness Center (Fitness center, Gym/fitness): The gym was actually pretty well-equipped. If the weather wasn't great, which it wasn't, the gym was a good place to unwind.
- Swimming Pool (Swimming pool [outdoor]): They had a pool. A bit small. Overall, the pool area was… pleasant, but not exactly a jaw-dropper.
- Sauna, Steamroom, Spa/sauna: I didn't get to those.
- Other Relaxation Offerings: They also have a sauna, which is always a bonus!
(Cleanliness & Safety: The "Does-It-Actually-Feel-Safe?" Factor)
Cleanliness & Safety: This is super important. The room seemed clean on the surface. I didn't find any questionable stains or anything. I liked that there was a daily disinfection in common areas, but I couldn't personally verify that! The staff, while nice, didn't exactly exude an aura of, like, "hyper-vigilant sanitization experts." No signs of professional-grade sanitizing services.
(Services & Conveniences: The Bits & Bobs You Might Need)
- Convenience Store: Handy for snacks and forgotten toiletries (like my toothbrush).
- Laundry Service: Didn't use it, but good to know it's there.
- Luggage Storage: Very useful.
- Concierge: I didn't need to pester them.
- Air Conditioning in Public Area: Yes.
- Elevator: Yes. I thought they have a "safe dining setup" as well. With all the different options, it’s worth taking the time to figure out what’s best for you.
(For the Kids: Family-Friendly? Maybe.)
There's a "Family/child friendly" category listed. I did not see kids there, so I couldn't say.
(Getting Around: Easy Peasy or Total Chaos?)
- Airport Transfer: I didn't use it. Didn't have to worry about this.
- Car Park: I did use it and thought it was good.
- Taxi Service: Yes.
(The Verdict: Would I Return?
Honestly? Yes, I probably would. Hotel Indigo Downtown Minneapolis is by no means perfect, but that's part of its charm. It's a solid, stylish hotel with generally good service and a killer bed. The occasional Wi-Fi hiccup and the slightly underwhelming "wow" factor don't detract from its overall appeal. It's a good base for exploring Minneapolis, and I'd definitely recommend it. Just prepare to maybe use your phone as a hotspot for that crucial work email… and bring your own snacks. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to find my toothbrush.
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Okay, buckle up, buttercups. This isn't your typical pristine itinerary. This is me, wrestling with a weekend in Minneapolis, promised by Hotel Indigo and the cold embrace of a Minnesota spring (or what passes for it). Here goes… a messy, emotional, maybe-slightly-unhinged plan:
Hotel Indigo Minneapolis Downtown: A Weekend with My Demons (and Maybe Some Art)
Friday: Arrival and the Pre-Game Anxiety
- 1:00 PM - Arrival at MSP Airport: Ugh, airports. The symphony of rolling luggage, the existential dread of the security line, the faint aroma of stale coffee… It all fills me with an immediate, low-grade existential dread. Finding the shuttle to Hotel Indigo always feels a little like herding cats. Praying to the travel gods the driver isn't one of those Chatty Cathys. (Spoiler alert: they usually are. I might need an extra strong drink.)
- 2:00 PM - Check-in & Initial Assessment: Okay, here's the moment of truth. The lobby of the Hotel Indigo… It’s supposed to be all "sophisticated vibe," but I keep expecting to see a fedora-wearing detective in the corner. Gotta love that Minneapolis artsy feel. Gotta love it. Check-in is usually smooth. The staff seems nice. Secretly, I'm judging the art on the walls. Are they trying to be ironic? Or just… actually ironic? (Still debating this). The room better be spotless. Cleanliness is where I draw the line.
- 2:30 PM - The Great Room Reconnaissance: I'm obsessed with the room. This is the most important part. Unpacking, a ritual I usually hate, feels strangely therapeutic in a new hotel room. First, the view! Okay, is it a glorious cityscape or a depressing alley? (Please, be the cityscape. Please.) Second, the bed. Does it look like it could swallow me whole and not judge me? Then it’s the bathroom. Is the water pressure at least adequate? These are the crucial questions. (Praying, again.)
- 3:00 PM - The Pre-Dinner Panic: This is where the wheels really start to wobble. What do I actually do? Should I go out immediately? Should I hide under the covers and order room service? This internal debate is the bane of my existence when I'm alone. I consider a quick walk to the Mill City Museum - a mental note to never go inside.
- 6:00 PM - Dinner at the Hotel Restaurant (or Just Ordering In): Ideally, I'd be all about exploring the local food scene. In reality? I’m exhausted from the travel and the self-doubt. Maybe the hotel restaurant. Or maybe, just maybe, I'll order in. Pizza. It's the comfort blanket of the adult world. The restaurant is supposed to be good. But, let's be honest, I may be too fragile tonight.
- 8:00 PM - The Evening's Entertainment (or Lack Thereof): This is where the itinerary falls apart. Maybe I'll watch a mindless show on TV and fall asleep with the remote. Maybe I'll read a book and actually enjoy it. Or maybe, just maybe, I’ll stare out the window, pondering the meaning of life while simultaneously judging everyone who walks by. (Guilty as charged.)
Saturday: Art, Ice Cream, and Existential Dread (Mostly in That Order)
- 9:00 AM - Breakfast and the Morning's Dilemma: The hotel probably has breakfast. But breakfast buffet is a dangerous game for a solitary traveler. It always feels like I'm eating alone, at a funeral, for myself. The dilemma: venture out for a real breakfast (and risk interacting with humanity), or suffer through the hotel's breakfast. Decisions, decisions…
- 10:00 AM - The Minneapolis Institute of Art (Mia): Okay, this is the "culture" portion of the weekend. I genuinely love art, but the moment I walk into a museum, I'm overwhelmed by the sheer volume of it all. I take the Mia seriously. I'm going to look at the art. I am going to take notes, be moved, and not feel like a total idiot. This will be my mission for the day. There's a gallery guide around somewhere, I think I can find one.
- 12:00 PM - Art Overload & Lunch: That's right. Lunchtime – time for a real meal and not a lukewarm pastry. The Museum's cafe is decent, but let's be real: I'm probably going to spend the whole time staring at other people, wondering what their stories are, making up elaborate narratives about their life.
- 1:30 PM - A Walk Around the Sculpture Garden (or The Search for Greenery): This is the one thing I'm actually excited about. The Sculpture Garden is supposedly stunning. Even if it's cold, there's something about the crisp air and the giant spoons that gets me going. (Literally, the Spoonbridge and Cherry.) Hopefully, spring has sprung enough to make it feel less like a bleak, desolate landscape.
- 3:00 PM - Sweet Surrender: Ice Cream (or Coffee, Let's Admit My Caffeine Addiction): I need a sugar (or caffeine) fix. This city is packed with amazing ice cream and coffee shops. This is where I will allow my inner child to explode. All that intense art appreciation makes you a little… emotional. It has to be worked off.
- 5:00 PM - Back to the Room, and the Second-Guessing Begins: It's a whirlwind of a day now. Back to the room to recharge. This usually involves a good, long, emotional shower. Then… the self-doubt creeps in. Did I really appreciate the art, or was I just faking it? Did I buy the right flavor ice cream? Should I have worn a different outfit? This is where the true, beautifully messy chaos of me shines through.
- 7:00 PM - Dinner Round Two: Decision Fatigue: Again, the dinner dilemma. Another foray into the local scene? A repeat pizza order? Maybe I'll just raid the mini-bar and eat a bag of chips. (Don't you judge me!) Tonight I'll consider a happy hour. I deserve one.
- 8:30 PM - The Pre-Sleep Panic Attack & The Hotel Bed Test: Okay, time to close my eyes. But that means the day is ending. More internal struggle will then come back to haunt me. Did I make the most of it? Did I leave any room for improvement? Did I eat enough ice cream? Then… I just give in. I shut my eyes and close my eyes. And then… I'll test that hotel bed, hoping it'll swallow me and hide me from all the thoughts in my head.
Sunday: Departure and the Post-Trip Blues
- 9:00 AM - Farewell Breakfast & The Room's Final Judgement: Last breakfast, maybe I'll try to go out and have breakfast in public. Or I'll succumb to hotel room breakfast. (It's a coin flip.) The final judgment on the room. Did it provide respite? Was it comfy? Did it bring peace, or make it worse?
- 10:00 AM - Last-Minute Exploration (or the Slow Burned-Down Packing): I'll be honest, packing is a skill. I'm sure there's some hidden gem I've missed. A quick walk in the neighborhood? Or, more realistically, I will desperately try to shove everything into my suitcase and pretend the whole trip never happened.
- 11:00 AM - Check-Out and the "Goodbye, Minneapolis" Sigh: Check out. A mix of relief and sadness. Relief that the trip is over, sadness that the escape is over.
- 12:00 PM - Airport Dread: Part Two: Repeat everything.
- 1:00 PM Flight and the Post-Trip Meltdown: In the air (or the terminal) the post-trip blues officially set in. What did it all mean? Was it worth it? Did I even enjoy myself? The answer, invariably, is a messy, complicated "maybe." But hey, that’s life, right?
And that’s it. A weekend in Minneapolis, Hotel Indigo, and the ever-present battle against my own brain. Maybe it will be a triumph. Maybe it will be a disaster. But it will be honest. And that, in itself, is… something. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to look into my bag and see if I remembered to pack an extra pair of socks.
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Okay, Fine, Here's the Deal About Hotel Indigo Minneapolis... (FAQ-ish Edition)
Is this Hotel Indigo *actually* as cool as it looks in the pictures? Like, for real?
Ugh, the photos. They always get you. Okay, so let's be honest. Yes, it's pretty darn cool. Not, *take-my-breath-away-completely* cool. But, it's got that modern, artsy vibe going on that makes you feel like you're *trying* to be sophisticated. The lobby? Yeah, it's got like, this giant, slightly intimidating art installation hanging from the ceiling that totally screams "I have taste." I spent a good five minutes staring at it, convinced I was missing something profound. Ended up just thinking "huh, that's big".
The rooms? Nicely done. Clean. Comfy bed. I'm a sucker for a good bed, and this one delivered. Actually slept through whatever ridiculous noise the city was making that night. Which, coming from me, is a miracle. I'm a light sleeper. Probably should have gotten earplugs, but... you know.
The *real* test is the bathroom. Clean! Modern! Good water pressure. (This is a HUGE deal, people.) Plus, decent toiletries that didn't immediately make my skin revolt. So, yeah, thumbs up on this one.
The location in Downtown Minneapolis… is it actually convenient or a total nightmare?
Okay, okay, location. Let's break this down. Downtown Minneapolis is a *vibe*. You either love it or... tolerate it. This Hotel Indigo is right in the thick of things. Which means... good AND bad.
The Good: You're steps away from everything. Restaurants, bars, the theater district, shopping... it's all there. I walked to a concert (post-concert food craving be damned!), which was awesome. Saved me a fortune on a cab. Huge win. Also, exploring the skyways the next day? Fantastic. Protected from the crazy Minnesota weather? Yes, please.
The Bad: Parking. Oh, the parking. Seriously. Prepare to shell out some serious cash for parking. I almost cried when I saw the price. Seriously, almost. Consider the light rail if you're coming from the airport. Or, you know, walk. Just something to consider when budgeting for the trip. Oh, and the noise! City sounds, sirens... I mentioned I'm a light sleeper, right?
What about the restaurant they've got inside? Is it any good? I’m a foodie, you know…
Okay, the restaurant. (Deep breath... here we go.) It's...fine. Seriously, don't get your hopes up for Michelin-star level dining. The vibe is cool. Dark, moody, art-y... fits the whole Indigo theme. I kind of liked it, actually. The staff were super friendly, which always gets bonus points from me.
I tried the burger, because, well, I'm a sucker for a burger. And, it was... good. Not the best burger I've ever had. Not the worst. Perfectly acceptable. The fries? Solid. Crispy. The kind you absentmindedly munch on while people-watching, planning your next move.
I went back for breakfast, too. Again, fine. Omelets were okay. Coffee was...well, it was coffee. It woke me up. Which, given my state in the morning sometimes, is all I can ask for. The prices were a little... premium, but hey, you're in a hotel, right? You're paying for the convenience. I'd go back, maybe. But I'd also probably start looking for some local spots to try out, too.
Do they have a gym/fitness center? Because I occasionally *think* about working out…
Yes, they do! (Though I can't confirm how *often* I actually used it... let's just say, the allure of the comfy bed was strong.) The gym wasn't huge, but it had the basics: treadmills, weights, elliptical. Probably good enough to work off that burger I mentioned earlier. Or the next one. Or the next... you get the idea. Clean, well-maintained... you know the drill.
Honestly, I felt a *pang* of guilt walking through there. All those people, actually *doing* stuff. Me? I was headed to the coffee machine. But, hey, it's there! And that's what matters, right?
Is the staff friendly? Because a grumpy hotel person is a real mood killer.
Okay, this is a big one for me. Because, let's be honest, nobody wants to deal with a jerk at the front desk after a long day of travel. The staff at Hotel Indigo? Super friendly! Genuinely helpful and polite. They actually *smiled*! (A rare and beautiful thing these days.) I had a minor issue (totally my fault, I'm a space cadet) and they fixed it immediately, with no fuss and a genuine apology. Seriously, a huge win. Makes a world of difference in the overall experience.
The bartender in the lobby bar? Chatty and engaging (in a good way, not a pushy way). They knew the menu and made some great recommendations. I felt like I could actually relax and enjoy my stay. Massive kudos to the staff. They really made the difference between a "meh" trip and a pretty good one.
Okay, spill the tea. What was your *favorite* thing about the whole experience?
Hmm, favorite thing... tough one! Okay, it wasn't the giant, slightly intimidating art installation (although, I’m sure someone, somewhere, *loves* it.). It wasn't the burger, although, that was a nice mid-afternoon pick-me-up. The gym? Nope. Comfortable bed, maybe? Okay, that's close, but...
You know what it was? The location. Being *in* downtown. The energy of it all. Walking out of the hotel, and just... being there. The convenience of it all. I could decide to see a show, grab a bite to eat, explore the skyways... all at the drop of a hat. That *freedom*. That's what I valued. It's what made the whole stay feel special.
Okay, and the staff. Seriously. The staff. They were lovely.
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