Nashville Airport Escape: Days Inn Comfort Awaits!
Nashville Airport Escape: Days Inn Comfort Awaits! – A Rambling Review You Won't Forget!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because I'm about to spill the (slightly lukewarm) tea on the Days Inn near Nashville Airport. This isn't your polished, brochure-perfect review. This is the real deal, warts and all, from a weary traveler who needed a break. And believe me, after a flight from… well, let’s just say a long flight, this Days Inn was more of a… well, an experience.
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First Impression: Airport Adjacent – And That's Okay (I Guess?)
Let's be real, the location is the key selling point here. Right by the airport? Sold! Especially after baggage claim. You’re tired. The free airport shuttle, bless its heart, was a lifesaver. No wrestling with luggage in a strange city, no exorbitant taxi fees… winning! But, let's also be honest, the immediate surroundings aren't exactly postcard material. Think… parking lots, chain restaurants, and the low hum of airplane engines. It's not picturesque, people. It's functional.
Accessibility – A Mixed Bag with Bright Spots
Okay, so I need to talk about accessibility. And honestly? It's a bit of a mixed bag. While the website says "Facilities for disabled guests," the actual experience felt… inconsistent. The elevator worked (yay!), which is a HUGE deal, especially after a flight from… well, let’s keep that a secret for now. The accessible room did exist, and the bathroom had grab bars. Score! BUT and this is a big BUT – the hallways felt a little narrow, and maneuvering around some of the furniture was a bit of a puzzle. It’s not a deal-breaker, but it certainly wasn't designed with maximal ease in mind. I’d say, if you have very specific mobility needs, call ahead and confirm all the details. Don’t take their word for it! Ask detailed questions about everything.
The Room – My Escape Pod (Mostly)
Once inside the room, blessedly clean after the outside, it was… well it was… adequate. It had everything you could need and nothing more - and that's all that counts when traveling. The bed? Comfy enough. The air conditioning? THANK GOD, Tennessee heat is no joke. The free Wi-Fi? HELL YES! Important stuff. Free WiFi in every room, and it works. No, seriously, it worked well. I'm talking streaming Netflix at 3 AM well. So yeah, props. I immediately ordered a pizza.
- The Bed: Surprisingly comfortable after everything I’ve been through. It’s like a warm embrace after a long flight.
- Blackout Curtains: My savior. Slept like a log after waking up every hour on the plane.
- Bathroom: Basic, but functional. No mold! A solid win.
- Mini-Bar: (a.k.a. Empty Fridge) No mini-bar, which is a bit of a bummer if you love a late-night soda (which I absolutely do). But, hey, at least there's space to store your own… beverages.
Things to Do (Besides Sleep) – The Pool and Beyond
Alright, let's talk amenities. The outdoor swimming pool. I’m a pool person. I love to swim, and let's be honest, an outdoor pool can be a great bonus when you're looking for a place to crash for a night. It felt a little…tired, frankly. But it was clean-ish and refreshing after a long day. The view? Mostly parking lot. But you can't have everything. Other amenities? The fitness center. Didn’t use it. I'd already done my workout - fighting with the airline over my carry-on. The breakfast… sigh.
The Breakfast: A Breakfast Odyssey (And Not in a Good Way)
This is where things took a turn. The breakfast, which was a buffet, was… an experience. Let's go through the highlights. Or should I say, lowlights.
- The Bacon: Looked suspiciously like it was celebrating a birthday. It was crispy, and the staff was clearly trying.
- The Coffee: Weak. I needed strong coffee. I mean, alarm clock coffee.
- The "Fruit": A few sad-looking apples and bananas. A single, lonely orange, was all that remained of paradise.
- The Waffles: The waffle I got was actually pretty decent (I am a waffle connoisseur, after all).
The staff - they were working hard! It was clear. But the actual breakfast? Not exactly a gourmet experience.
Cleanliness and Safety: A Sigh of Relief
Okay, this is important. In these times, cleanliness matters. Did the room feel clean? Yes. The hotel seemed to be on top of it. The Daily disinfection in common areas gave me some peace of mind. Soap was everywhere. Hand Sanitizer was everywhere. And I really appreciated the individually-wrapped food options at breakfast. I felt like they were trying. I also appreciate the Non-smoking rooms, as I hate that.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking – Beyond the Buffet
Okay, so the hotel's own dining options? Let’s just say you’re better off ordering delivery. There's a Snack bar… but it’s the same one that sells the breakfast. Room service? 24-hours? I didn't see any, unless a pizza counts. The Coffee shop? Nope. Restaurants? Well, you're surrounded by chain joints. Not exactly Nashville’s culinary highlights, but you won’t starve. This wasn’t really a dining destination, it was a crash pad.
Services and Conveniences – The Good, The Bad, and the Bare Minimum
The Front desk [24-hour]. Brilliant! Because I needed a 3 AM pizza. The Airport transfer? A godsend. The Luggage storage? Helpful for leaving your bags. The Cash withdrawal? There was an ATM. The Convenience store? Basically, a vending machine. Overall, the services were… adequate.
For the Kids – Not Exactly a Theme Park
This isn't a family-focused hotel. There are Kids facilities listed, but come on, folks. The pool is fine, but it's not exactly splash-tastic. Getting Around:
- Airport Transfer: Free. Essential.
- Parking: Free. Always a win.
The Quirks, The Observations, and My Honest Verdict
Look, the Days Inn near Nashville Airport is not going to win any awards. It's not fancy. It's not glamorous. But it's… functional. It's clean enough, it's got free Wi-Fi (Hallelujah!), an okay pool, and a shuttle to the airport. Accessibility? A bit hit-or-miss, so double-check your needs. The breakfast? Let's just say I've had better.
But after a long flight, a stressful travel day, and the sheer exhaustion of… well, life… it served its purpose. It was a place to crash, recharge, and avoid the airport chaos for a few precious hours. It let me order a pizza at 3 a.m., which, let's face it, is the definition of a good hotel. It’s not perfect, but sometimes “good enough” is exactly what you need. And for that, I give it a… solid three stars. Would I stay again? Probably. Would I, however, recommend it for a honeymoon? Absolutely not.
Escape to Neenah, WI: Unbeatable Deals at Days Inn!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't your grandma's perfectly-polished travel itinerary. This is… well, this is my attempt at surviving a few days near the Nashville airport, and honestly, it's gonna be a glorious, messy trainwreck. Let's go:
Days Inn by Wyndham Airport Nashville East - The Starting Point (and Hopefully, Not the Entire Trip)
Day 1: Arrival, Airport Shenanigans, and the Crushing Reality of Jet Lag
- Morning (or What I Assume Was Morning, Thanks to the Lack of Sleep on the Red-Eye): Arrive at BNA. Ugh, airports. Such a glorious cesspool of humanity. The guy in line in front of me had a really bad comb-over. Like, a "wind will shear off your scalp" type of comb-over. I actually considered warning him. But I didn’t want to be that person. Found my luggage. Success! Now, to somehow navigate this rental car process. Pray for me.
- Mid-day: Rental car secured! After way too much time trying to figure out how to work the radio and, you know, drive in a general linear fashion. Arrive at Days Inn. First impression? Well, it is a room. With a bed. And a TV that hopefully works. The air conditioning is blasting, which is a plus. That’s gotta be my only positive.
- Afternoon: Collapse. Into the surprisingly comfy bed. Try to fight the jet lag. Fail miserably. Wake up an hour later, disoriented, wondering what day it is. Eat a stale granola bar from my backpack. Consider ordering a pizza. Decide against it. The thought of anything with a tomato sauce sounded… bad.
- Evening: Realize the only thing open nearby is a Cracker Barrel. Debate if I’m physically or mentally prepared for Cracker Barrel. (Spoiler: I’m never really prepared.) Go for it. Experience: mixed. The biscuits were incredible. The wait time was not. The gift shop, as always, was a vortex of unnecessary plastic tchotchkes. I, of course, bought something anyway. A singing chicken. Don't ask. Back to the hotel. Try to sleep. Fail again. Curse the pre-dawn arrivals.
Day 2: Honky Tonks, Heartbreak, and the Existential Dread of Karaoke
- Morning: Finally, some actual sleep, which immediately results in having to rush to the shower before the water turns cold. Head downtown. The traffic is… well, it’s Nashville traffic. Decide I hate everyone in the city. That feeling fades as the scenery starts to take shape.
- Mid-day: Go to a Honkey Tonk. Take a breath and get ready for the madness. The music is loud, the beer is cold, and the energy is infectious. I’m not a huge country music fan, but even I can appreciate the talent. The singer? Wow. The crowd? A bit… much. This is fun, but I can't do it for long.
- Afternoon: More Honky Tonks. This time without a seat and with more beer. Found myself getting into the vibe. The music starts to bleed into my soul. Then, a song comes on that reminds me of a particularly awful breakup. Sob. Then I decide to make it worse and sing a karaoke song. I completely butcher Dolly Parton and somehow even worse, the guy next to me starts singing a terrible metal song. Good grief.
- Evening: Retreat back to the hotel. Order room service. Wonder if they can deliver me a strong cocktail. They cannot. Stare at the singing chicken. Feel vaguely better.
Day 3: The Johnny Cash Museum (and Surviving the Tourist Traps)
- Morning: The Johnny Cash Museum! I love Johnny Cash. This is a must-do. Drive into the city, avoiding traffic, which I'm starting to master. The museum is much smaller than I expected, however, it's packed with artifacts and photos. My inner music nerd is squealing with joy. This is absolutely fantastic.
- Mid-day: Lunch at a local diner. Try to blend in with the locals. Fail miserably because I ask for iced tea and the waitress gives me the biggest side-eye I've ever seen. Turns out, in the south, everything is sweet. I nearly die of sugar shock.
- Afternoon: Go shopping in the area. I'm starting to appreciate the city's beauty. Everything is amazing. I start to develop an appreciation for the city.
- Evening: Pack. Sigh. The trip ends quickly. Back to the airport. This time, I know how to navigate it. The end.
Day 4: Leaving, Regrets, and Counting Down the Days Until I Can Come Back
- Morning: Wake up early. Grab a quick breakfast at the hotel. Try to mentally prepare for the flight home. Say goodbye to the singing chicken.
- Mid-day: At the airport. Trying to leave the city without a hitch. I can't help but think about all the things I wish I had done.
- Afternoon: Plane lands. I'm home. I miss the city. Already.
- Evening: I make plans to do it again.
There you have it. A week that's as much about the journey as it is about the destination. I hope it doesn't completely suck, because, frankly, I could use a nap. And maybe another stale granola bar. Wish me luck!
Escape to Salem's Black Bear: Days Inn Awaits!
Wait, Is This Place Actually Called "Comfort Awaits!"? That's... optimistic, right?
Okay, so the *official* name situation is a little murky. It's a Days Inn. Near the airport. And the "Comfort Awaits!" part? Well, let's just say that phrase hangs in the air like the lingering scent of stale coffee and… *potential*. The *actual* comfort level is, I'd say, highly variable. One time, I swear, my bed dipped so low I thought I was gonna end up on the floor, face-to-face with whatever critter was sharing the carpet with me. Another time? Perfectly fine! It's a rollercoaster, baby. Embrace the unpredictability!
Is it actually *near* the airport? Because "near" can be a sneaky word.
Oh, honey, it's *near* the airport alright. *Really* near. Like, you can practically *smell* the jet fuel. (And possibly the despair of a delayed flight. Been there!). They *usually* have a shuttle, which is a godsend. But be warned: Shuttle schedules are subject to the whims of the universe, the driver's mood, and whether or not they've got a spare tire. One time I was stranded for an hour waiting for the shuttle. I wanted to scream, but I was too tired. So I just sat in the lobby and judged everyone. (Including myself. It was a rough travel day.) But yes, eventually, you *can* get to the airport. Probably.
What's the breakfast situation? Because a bad breakfast can ruin a whole day.
Ah, breakfast. The make-or-break moment. Okay, brace yourself. It's the classic, "free" breakfast. Think: pre-packaged muffins that taste like sadness, questionable coffee that smells like something died in it, and the occasional waffle that *might* resemble a waffle if you squint really, really hard. I'm not going to lie, it's not gourmet. But! Sometimes, just sometimes, you can snag a decent piece of fruit. And hey, it's *free*. So, manage your expectations accordingly. If you need fuel for a day of country music and honky-tonks, you're probably best off hitting up a Waffle House instead. (Don't tell them I said that.)
Rooms: Are they… clean? That's really all I want.
Clean? Let's say "lived-in." Look, some might call it "charming rustic." I've seen rooms that were spotless and rooms that made me question the very nature of reality. (One room had a stain on the carpet that looked suspiciously like a map of South America. I'm not kidding.) So, the cleanliness? Hit or miss. Bring your own cleaning wipes, just in case. And maybe a hazmat suit? (Kidding! Mostly…) Seriously though, check the sheets. Just… check ‘em.
WiFi: Does it exist? And if so, is it usable? Because I have to work!
WiFi….Ah, the bane of the traveling worker! The WiFi is, and I'm being generous here, "present." You *can* connect. Whether you *should* connect depends on your tolerance for buffering, dropped connections, and the existential dread of a slow internet speed. Picture this: you're frantically trying to send an important email, the cursor is frozen, and every refresh brings you closer to a mental breakdown. Yeah. It's like that. If you absolutely *need* reliable internet, tether to your phone. (Or, you know, just embrace the digital detox and enjoy the moment. Ha! Easier said than done, I know.)
I've heard some wild things about motel swimming pools. Does this place HAVE a pool?
Oh, the motel pool! The heart and soul of every good, bad, and utterly bizarre travel story ever written. Does the Days Inn near the airport have a pool? Yes. It *does* have a pool. I've seen it. I've *considered* going in it. The water is...well, it IS water. Let's just say it's not the Four Seasons. I once saw a rogue rubber ducky floating in there; I'm pretty sure it had been there for a decade! It's a pool. You can swim. It's…an experience. (Bring your own goggles.)
What about the staff? Are they… helpful? Or are they just as tired of this life as I am?
Okay, the staff... it's a mixed bag. You'll encounter some absolute *angels* who are doing their best to navigate the swirling chaos that is the airport hotel life. These are the people who deserve all the tips and all the praise. Then... there are others. Let's just say their enthusiasm for their jobs may have… waned. (It's understandable) They're probably just as tired as you are from travel, or maybe dealing with some wild guest. Don't expect miracles. Be polite, be patient, and remember that even a grumpy desk clerk probably has a story. And maybe, just maybe, they'll cut you a little slack! Or not. It's a gamble, folks!
Is there anything *good* to say about this place? Like, anything at all?
Okay, okay, let's find some sunshine! While not perfect, it *is* conveniently located to the airport. You get a bed (hopefully), a roof over your head, and (usually) hot water. It's a place to rest your weary head after a long flight, before a concert, or just because you're in Nashville and feeling spontaneous. It's affordable. It’s a base camp for your adventures! Plus, it's a *story*. You'll be telling these stories for years to come! You'll be bonding with fellow travelers over the shared, sometimes-questionable experiences. And honestly? Sometimes those imperfections are what make the trip memorable. It's not the Ritz, but it's *real*. And sometimes, that's enough. Now go forth, and conquer the Days Inn Comfort Awaits! (And pray for clean sheets!)
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