Foxboro's BEST Extended Stay? (Norton, MA - Shocking Review!)
Foxboro’s BEST Extended Stay? More Like… Well, Let’s Unpack This Disaster (and Maybe Find a Hidden Gem)
Alright, folks, buckle up. I'm fresh off a stay at Foxboro's BEST Extended Stay in Norton, MA, and let me tell you, "BEST" is doing some serious heavy lifting in that name. This wasn't your average hotel review; it was a journey. A journey filled with questionable decisions, fleeting moments of grace, and the overwhelming feeling that I’d stumbled into a parallel dimension where the laws of hotel management don't apply. Let's dive in, shall we?
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Accessibility, Check-in/out [express], Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! (…and the Elusive Wheelchair Ramp)
First impressions? Let's just say they were… mixed. The exterior corridor felt a little… well, institutional. Like, I half-expected to see a guard shack at the entrance. Check-in/out [express] was a blessing because, honestly, I needed out of there ASAP. The free Wi-Fi in all rooms! was… well, it worked. Mostly. More on that later.
Now, accessibility. This is where things got dicey. I’m not in a wheelchair, but I did notice a distinct lack of obvious wheelchair accessible features. I’m talking about the ramp, the missing elevator, and the overall layout wasn’t exactly the epitome of user-friendliness. It's important to note that I'm not an expert, but to the untrained eye, the Facilities for disabled guests seemed… minimal. This is a big red flag, guys.
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Rooms that Almost Delivered on the Promise
The room itself… okay, let’s be honest, it was a mixed bag. They had Air conditioning, which was a lifesaver, especially after that long drive. Free Wi-Fi was a godsend, even if the connection was occasionally slower than dial-up. The desk was… functional. The refrigerator was a nice touch, but I was more excited about the coffee/tea maker. Oh, the joys of caffeine after a stressful trip.
The Bathroom Saga: A Love Story (And a Disaster Movie)
The bathroom was where things took a turn for the… interesting. They had the basics: shower, towels, toiletries. They also had a mirror, the all-important hair dryer*, and best of all: hot water. But the lighting. Oh, the lighting! It was like being in a dimly lit morgue. I'm not sure what the goal was, but applying makeup was a Herculean task.
One night, I was enjoying a nice hot shower, when I noticed something dripping from the ceiling… (I told you this was messy, right?) It was water, and it was leaking directly into the shower. I yelped, threw on a bathrobe, and called the front desk. The staff member (who sounded about my age) swore she would have it fixed. I'm still waiting.
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The "Amenities" (Let's Call Them "Potential Amenities")
Okay, let's talk about all the things that could have been available. The website promised a Fitness center. Nope. Pool with view? Definitely not. Spa/sauna? HA! I'm picturing the website developer, having obviously not seen the current property, and I can't decide if they're having the worst day, or the best day.
I did see a Convenience store with a vending machine, so I guess that counts. I also think there were some meeting/banquet facilities.
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Dining, Drinking, and the Quest for Sustenance
The Breakfast [buffet]? Officially International cuisine in restaurant if you count lukewarm coffee and a sad little English muffin the culinary "masterpiece." There was a Coffee shop, but it was closed. I saw a Snack bar, but it was stocked with the generic, neon-orange, and the plastic-wrapped, "food-like substance."
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Cleanliness and Safety: The Silver Lining (Almost)
Believe it or not, there were areas where the BEST Extended Stay redeemed itself. The room sanitization opt-out available was a great touch, and the rooms sanitized between stays. They also had Hand sanitizer and Staff trained in safety protocol. So points for effort there.
(SEO: "clean hotels Norton MA," "safety protocols hotel") The Verdict: A Reluctant Recommendation (With a Side of Caution)
Look, this wasn't the best stay in the world. It's a place that has potential, that could be great with a little more attention to detail, and the promise of updates. Would I stay there again? Possibly, but I'd probably check on some of the key items (the water leak, the pool, etc.) beforehand.
If you're on a budget, need a place to crash near Foxboro, and are willing to overlook a few shortcomings, it's okay. But if you're looking for luxury, a pampering experience, or a place to celebrate an occasion, keep looking. This place is more… utilitarian than utopian.
Rantoul's BEST-KEPT Secret? This Super 8 Will SHOCK You!
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because this isn't your grandma's meticulously planned itinerary. We're plunging headfirst into the glorious, chaotic reality that is a trip, centered (more or less) around the hallowed halls of the Extended Stay America Suites in Foxboro-Norton, Massachusetts. Yep, that's our launching pad. Let's see if we can survive this…
The Glorious, Messy, and Probably Slightly Under-Prepared Foxboro-Norton Adventure (in Chronological Order, Ish)
Day 1: Arrival and the Existential Dread of Extended Stay Living
Morning (or, let's be honest, early afternoon): Flight lands. Or, rather, finally lands. Travel delays? You betcha. Delayed flights are the universe's way of reminding you that you're not in control. Soaked in airports, the energy levels of a 10 year old.
Afternoon: Rental car pickup. This is where things start to go south. Or, at least, sideways. Remember that time I thought I booked the economy car? Turns out "economy" in the car rental world means "what's left after the zombies get their cars". Ended up with a minivan. A minivan. I'm not even sure how to operate the damn thing. Cue existential dread.
Late Afternoon/Early Evening: Finally, finally, arrive at the Extended Stay. The exterior… well, let's just say it gives off the "seen some things" vibe. Dragging luggage through the parking lot, already sweating from the aforementioned minivan fiasco, feeling utterly defeated. Unload groceries. The sheer horror of the hotel.
Evening: Unpack (or, more accurately, dump) suitcase contents. The kitchenette situation is… cozy. By "cozy," I mean three feet of counter space and a microwave that looks like it was salvaged from the Titanic. Try to find some good eats. After an hour, I can almost guarantee a take out menu will be the dinner.
Late Evening: Collapse on the surprisingly comfortable (or maybe I'm just exhausted) bed. Stare at the ceiling. Wonder if I can survive a week living out of a suitcase and a microwave. Probably. Then, finally, sweet, sweet sleep. Or, at least, an attempt at it, punctuated by the occasional siren and the distant rumble of a passing truck.
Day 2 & 3: The Patriot Place Pilgrimage (and a Near-Disaster With a Bloody Mary)
Morning: The day begins! Or, after a few hours of lethargy, it does. Coffee, brewed in the aforementioned Titanic microwave contraption – strong enough to raise the dead. Breakfast is the usual: instant oatmeal (which is somehow both bland and aggressively textured) or leftover takeaway.
Daytime: Patriot Place! Yes! A chance for a real adventure. Or, rather, the chance to be an adventure to the people who live in Foxboro proper or are visiting relatives. I'm told its a local hub with the surrounding shops. We strolled around the place, checking out the shops.
- Anecdote Time: So, this one day, I decided to treat myself to a Bloody Mary at a local bar. Big Mistake. The bartender was clearly having the day of his life, I will hand that to him. He put about half a bottle of Tabasco in my drink. Half a bottle! My face went numb. My eyes watered. I think I started hallucinating. It was the worst thing I've ever tasted in my entire life.
Evening: Dinner. Another outing to the local spots. Realizing all these locations may or may not be the best choice.
Day 4: Rest & Recover
Morning: Recover from the chaos of the last few days. I did the very best thing one can do in this situation: I slept in. Breakfast? The rest of the instant oatmeal.
Afternoon: Laundry (the bane of my existence). Discover that the hotel laundry room is, well, a room. A room with two washers, one dryer, and the faint smell of desperation and forgotten socks. The dryer takes approximately three hours to dry one load. This is going to be a long afternoon.
Evening: More rest. Maybe watch some TV. Order takeout pizza. Contemplate the meaning of life. Or, at least, why I can't find a decent restaurant in this town.
Days 5 & 6: The Unforeseen Detours and the Unexpected Joys
Morning: Woke up. Surprised. The world still exists. Started to feel like I was getting into a routine.
Daytime (potentially): Drive somewhere. Discover a hidden gem. This could range from a charming little park, to a weird museum, to an amazing little food truck. Or it could mean getting lost on a back road and ending up in the middle of nowhere. That happened before.
Evening: Dinner, more talking amongst the local. The time has come to relax, so relax away.
Day 7: Departure and the bittersweet, lingering scent of Extended Stay… and maybe Old Bay seasoning?
Morning: Pack. Pack. Pack. Contemplate how I managed to accumulate so much stuff in a week. Clean the room. Leave the kitchenette looking like a slightly less-apocalyptic version of what I found. Try to remember where I left my keys.
Afternoon: Check out. Return the minivan to its rightful, post-apocalyptic owner. Head to the airport. Feel a strange mix of relief and melancholy. Relief to be escaping the extended stay monotony. Melancholy because, secretly, I actually kind of liked it. It wasn't pretty, but It was mine, albeit temporarily.
Evening/Night: Flight departs (hopefully on time this time!). Reflect on the adventure. Realize that, despite the chaos, the near-disasters, and the questionable food choices, it was actually a pretty good trip. Maybe even a great trip. And that, my friends, is the whole point. Now, time to start planning the next mess… er, I mean, adventure.
Foxboro's BEST Extended Stay: (Norton, MA) - Okay, Let's Talk... (And I Need a Drink)
Is this place actually "BEST?" Seriously? Because the reviews... woof.
Okay, look. "BEST" in the name? Someone's got a sense of humor... or a serious lack of self-awareness. I'm not gonna lie, I went in with very, very low expectations. Like, "sleeping on a park bench in a blizzard" levels. What they call "best" and reality are... different. Think more like "adequate" with a healthy dose of "potentially hazardous." It's...well, it's an experience. Let's just say.
What's the deal with the rooms? Are they clean-ish?
Clean-ish. That's the best descriptor I've got. Think of it like this: your childhood bedroom after a particularly epic week of gaming and ramen. There's a certain... lived-in quality. I once found a... a *thing*... under the bed that I'm pretty sure wasn't part of the original furnishings. Let's just leave it at that. The sheets usually look *clean*, which is a plus, I guess. Though whether they *are* clean... that's a higher existential question. Spray some Lysol. Bring your own.
And the "kitchenette"? Don't get your hopes up. It's a microwave and a mini-fridge, and maybe a sink that vaguely resembles a sink. The utensils? Bring your own too. Seriously.
The wifi situation? Is it, like, dial-up from 1998 bad?
Oh, the wifi. May the gods have mercy on your bandwidth. It's... slow. Painfully slow. You might as well try to send smoke signals. I swear, I tried streaming a cat video once, and it took longer to buffer than it took my aunt to tell me about her colonoscopy(and that was an hour). So, prepare to disconnect from the digital world. Embrace the serenity (or just hot-spot from your phone).
Is there anything *good* about this place? Seriously, I'm starting to worry.
Alright, alright, let's be fair. It's... cheap. Relatively. And it's close to Foxboro. That's really about it. It's convenient if you're visiting Gillette Stadium for a concert or a Patriots game (which, *shudders*, I did once. Never. Again.). You can walk to some fast-food joints, which, hey, when you're stranded, that's something. And the staff... they try. They're probably overworked and underpaid, just trying to keep the place from completely falling apart. So, kudos to them for that. God love 'em.
The noise? Is it a constant party or is it just the usual motel drama?
Oh, the noise. Buckle up. It depends. Sometimes it's a symphony of slamming doors and loud conversations. Other times, it’s the rhythmic thrum of the AC unit, which, by the way, is a symphony in itself, though not an enjoyable one. I've heard everything from late-night karaoke (sounded like a dying cat) to arguments that could be heard three rooms over. Earplugs are your friend. And maybe a White Noise app.
Did you have any really bad experiences? Like, stories that make me want to book THIS place and not my usual Motel 6?
*Deep breath*. Okay. Let me tell you about the time I found a... a package... on the bathroom counter. A *package* of... things. Things I did *not* order, *did not* know, and *absolutely did not* want to be associated with. I went down to the front desk to report it, and I swear, the person behind the counter just shrugged and said, "Happens." Happens?! I mean, what the actual hell? I almost changed my life right there and then. I am not going to name anything, nor will I ever explain that nightmare again. I just ran out of the room, booked a room far, far away, and then I went home. And. Slept. In. My. Own. Bed. That was... an experience. It definitely wasn't the "best" experience. Not even close.
Is there any sort of security or safety?
Security? Well, they *have* locks on the doors. That's always a plus, right? And there are those peepholes. Though, I wouldn't rely on the staff that much. It feels like the kind of place where a rogue velociraptor could wander through the parking lot and no one would notice for hours. So, bring your own security system. Maybe a very large dog and a baseball bat.
If you had to sum it up in ONE sentence, what would you say?
Foxboro's "BEST" Extended Stay is a budget-friendly place to crash if you're desperate, have low expectations, and have a strong stomach (and maybe a hazmat suit?).
Would you stay again?
After that package? Only if I had no other choice, the apocalypse was upon us, and I *really* needed to be in Norton. Even *then*, I'd probably sleep in my car. Actually, yes. Because, honestly, that might be safer and certainly more comfortable. No. Hard pass. Unless... No. NO. I'm done.
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