Provo's BEST Kept Secret: Fairfield Inn Review (UT)
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into the so-called "BEST Kept Secret" of Provo: the Fairfield Inn. Now, I've stayed in my fair share of budget-friendly hotels, and let me tell you, some secrets are better left buried. BUT… this one actually surprised me. Let's get messy with it!
Fairfield Inn Review (Provo, UT): The Good, the Bad, and the Honestly Utterly Predictable (But Sometimes Delightful)
First off, the name "Fairfield Inn" doesn't exactly scream "luxury getaway," does it? More like "reliable pit stop for a Utah adventure." And that, my friends, is pretty much what you get. But hey, sometimes reliable is ALL you need.
Getting There & Getting In (The Basic Stuff First)
- Accessibility: Okay, good news! They've got ramps, elevators, and the usual suspects for accessible rooms. Seems they're trying to be inclusive, which is a big ol' thumbs up from me. Didn't personally test the wheelchair accessibility, but seemed to have all the right stuff on paper.
- Check-in/out: Quick and painless. Contactless check-in/out? Yes, please! Though I did miss the human interaction. The front desk staff were generally helpful, though I swear I saw one of them yawn mid-sentence. We've all been there, friend.
- Getting Around (The Never-Ending Quest for a Parking Spot): Free parking! Yes! Praise be! And… well, it's on-site, so bonus points. They also offer Airport transfer, but since I drove, I can't speak to how lovely the airport transfer experience is.
- Exterior Corridor: Classic roadside motel vibes, which isn't necessarily a bad thing on a budget.
The Room: My Kingdom for a Comfortable Bed (and Decent Wi-Fi)
- Available in all rooms: So many things! Air conditioning (thank God, because Provo gets HOT), alarm clock (who uses those anymore?), coffee/tea maker (essential!), mini bar (well, mostly a fridge), safe box and a desk (which I mostly used to dump stuff on).
- Internet: My biggest fear: slow Wi-Fi. But, praise be, FREE Wi-Fi in all rooms! And it worked! I could stream my shows (even on the high floor) without buffering. That's a win in my book cause I needed it!
- Room decorations: I saw a few, and they were the definition of "inoffensive." Neutral colors. Generic landscape prints. It wasn't exactly inspiring, but hey, I wasn't there for an art gallery.
- Cleanliness: Okay, this is where things get interesting. The rooms were clean-ish. The cleaning crew was pretty darn great. Everything was pretty good.
- Comfort: The bed? Surprisingly comfy! I slept like a log. The pillows were… well, they were pillows.
- Bathroom: Standard stuff. The shower pressure was decent, and the toiletries were, uh, there.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking (Fueling the Adventure - or Just Avoiding Hunger)
- Breakfast: The "buffet" – and I use that term loosely – was included. Think: basic continental fare. Cereal, toast, some sad-looking fruit. Do not expect gourmet! Though the one morning, there was this tiny, suspiciously delicious muffin. I ate three. Guilty as charged.
- Coffee Shop: There appeared to be a coffee shop, but I never saw it open. Sad face.
- Restaurants: There weren't any on-site restaurants, which is a bit of a bummer. You're on your own for lunch and dinner. But there are heaps of places around.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax (Because Even Road Warriors Need a Break)
- Fitness center: Yep, a tiny gym. The equipment looked pretty modern, but I'm pretty sure it's the size of a closet. However, great efforts.
- Swimming pool [outdoor]: A pool! A lifesaver in the Utah heat. It was clean and refreshing, and the perfect place to soak my tired muscles.
- Spa/sauna: Nope, no spa, no sauna. Which is a shame, because a good steam room can solve many of life's problems.
- Things to do: It's near Provo, so there's plenty to do! (I didn't do any of it. I was tired).
Cleanliness and Safety (Because, You Know, It Matters)
- Anti-viral cleaning products: It's 2024, so you better be.
- Daily disinfection in common areas: Good to see.
- Hand sanitizer: Present and accounted for.
- Staff trained in safety protocol: Seemed like it.
Services and Conveniences (The Little Things That Can Make or Break a Stay)
- Cash withdrawal: Didn't need it, but good to know.
- Concierge: Nope.
- Convenience store: Nope.
- Dry cleaning, laundry service and ironing service: They had these! Score!
- Luggage storage: I think so.
- Meeting/banquet facilities: Good to have.
For the Kids (If You Have 'Em)
- Family/child friendly: Seemed like it.
Overall Impression: The "Best Kept Secret"? Maybe Not, But Still Pretty Okay.
Listen, the Fairfield Inn in Provo isn't going to win any awards for luxury. It's not the height of elegance. BUT, it's clean, it's comfortable enough, and it's a decent value for the money.
The Quirks, the Imperfections, and the Stream of Consciousness Ramblings:
- The Elevator: I swear that elevator took an extra long time. I get the feeling it was once the main source of entertainment for the staff.
- The Muffin Incident: That muffin… oh, that muffin. I dream about that muffin.
- The Quietness: It was generally quiet. A blessing.
Final Verdict:
If you're looking for a no-frills, budget-friendly option in Provo, the Fairfield Inn will do the trick. Set your expectations accordingly, don't expect a spa day, and for the love of all that is holy, grab a muffin if they're available. It's a solid choice, but "best kept secret?" Perhaps not. More like "perfectly acceptable, surprisingly comfortable basecamp for Utah adventures." And sometimes, that's all you need. Now go and enjoy some Provo!
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we’re about to navigate the choppy waters of a Provo, Utah adventure, fueled by lukewarm hotel coffee and the existential dread of realizing you packed way too many socks. This is the itinerary, but let's be honest, it's more of a suggestion box than a rigid schedule. Let's get messy.
Day 1: Arrival, Aspiring Saints, and the Agony of the Front Desk
1:00 PM: Arrival at Fairfield Inn Provo. Okay, first impression? Clean. Almost too clean. Makes you wonder if they're hiding something. The lobby smells suspiciously of apple cinnamon potpourri. I swear, if I inhale one more whiff I'm going to spontaneously start knitting a prayer shawl.
1:15 PM: The Front Desk Gauntlet. This is where things start to go south. I ask for a high floor. “Anything away from the ice machine," I plead. "My sleep is precious." The lady stares blankly, clicks a mouse, and promptly assigns me room 203, directly across from the aforementioned icy hellscape. I internally sigh. This is the universe whispering, "you'll never be a serene, well-rested human."
1:45 PM: Room Reconnaissance and the Majestic View of a Parking Lot. The room is…functional. The pillows, however, are clearly designed to be weapons. The view consists of asphalt and a particularly determined-looking trash can. But hey, at least the air conditioning works. Praise the lord.
2:30 PM: The BYU Campus Pilgrimage (Sort Of). I'm not a Mormon, and frankly, I’m a bit intimidated. But hey, gotta soak up the local flavor. I wander around Brigham Young University, feeling like a lost puppy. The architecture is…distinctive. All those perfectly manicured lawns! It's like stepping into a postcard from a utopian society. I’m mainly impressed by the sheer number of students in matching polo shirts. The air is thick with ambition and…perhaps… righteousness? I decide to just grab a quick coffee and avoid engaging in any theological debates. The coffee wasn't very good. (I really need decent coffee).
4:00 PM: The Grocery store experience. Ok, I need food. I just want to buy some snacks, but the store I'm in is packed with people. It takes me 20 minutes just to find the cheese aisle.
6:00 PM: Dinner Disaster? NO! I've heard great things about a local burger joint, but I somehow fall asleep and miss it. I wake up starving like an animal. I order pizza -- but the pizza is not very good. Pizza is not my friend.
8:00 PM: Slumping back to the hotel. The Ice Machine Symphony. Okay, I'm tired, and my stomach is growling. I've got the ice machine humming directly outside my door, so I'm fairly certain someone is going to be up and around all night. This trip ain't going well. I slump back in bed and think of how much better this trip could be.
Day 2: Hiking Hiccups, Temple Troubles, and Chocolate Therapy
- 8:00 AM: Breakfast Bloat. I try the hotel breakfast, of course. It's the classic continental spread: sugary cereal that tastes like cardboard, rubbery eggs, and coffee that could strip paint. I get some toast and quietly curse my life choices.
- 9:00 AM: The Hiking Debacle. I ambitiously decide to tackle a local trail. I envisioned myself conquering the mountain, feeling the invigorating rush of nature. Instead, I get lost in the parking lot looking for the trail. (I am very geographically challenged). After an hour of wandering in circles, I finally find the trailhead, only to realize I forgot water. I give up. My hiking ambitions are crushed.
- 11:00 AM: The Temple, from the Outside. I drive past the Provo City Center Temple. It’s beautiful, absolutely stunning. But I'm not going in. I just admire it from afar. I feel a vague sense of… something. Respect? Awe? Mostly, a feeling of “wow, that’s a lot of marble.”
- 12:00 PM: Lunch! I finally decide to try out a local restaurant. I am so excited! This sandwich looks good.
- 1:00 PM: The Bookstore and the Book of Mormon. I enter a local bookstore. It's massive, complete with a gift shop. I browse and pick up a copy of the Book of Mormon (as one does). I have to at least pretend to be interested.
- 3:00 PM: Chocolate Therapy. I desperately need something to lift my spirits. I find a local chocolate shop. The air is thick with the aroma of cocoa. I buy a giant piece of fudge and eat it slowly, savoring every sugary bite. This is what heaven tastes like. My emotional breakdown is temporarily halted.
- 5:00 PM: The Day is Done. I go back to the hotel. I'm exhausted.
Day 3: Departure and Existential Dread
8:00 AM: Breakfast Round Two. Same hotel breakfast, same disappointment, but this time, I'm armed with a sense of acceptance.
9:00 AM: Last-Minute Souvenir Shopping. I pick up a ridiculous t-shirt that reads "Provo: It Hits Different." I decide to have a good laugh.
10:00 AM: Check Out and the Bitter Sweet Goodbye. The front desk lady is still there, seemingly unfazed by my near-constant presence. I get my bill and leave.
11:00 AM: The Drive Home.
12:00 PM: The End. And… The trip was a mix of highs and lows, good food and bad. I learned a few things about Provo, and a LOT about myself. But seriously, that ice machine was a nightmare. I also want to try that burger place. Ugh. I'm still thinking about that burger.
So, that's it. My Provo adventure. It wasn't perfect, it was a bit messy, there was a lot of frustration, and a little bit of joy buried under all the layers of imperfection. And maybe, just maybe, that's what made it memorable.
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Okay, so... what *is* this even about? Like, what's the *point* of all this?
The point? Oof. You're asking *the* question, aren't you? Look, I'm still figuring that out myself. Honestly, this is a collection of thoughts, anxieties, triumphs, and complete head-scratchers I've had about... well, everything. Think of it as a digital therapy session, but instead of a therapist with a fancy degree, you get *me*. Prepare yourself. It's going to be bumpy. My goal? To make you feel less alone in your own weirdness. Maybe. Probably. Hopefully. Don't quote me on that.
Are you… a real person? Because some of this stuff sounds… elaborate. And maybe a little crazy.
Oh, I'm *very* real. Trust me, if I *wasn't* a real person, this whole thing would be a lot more polished, right? The fact that it's a chaotic mess is proof of my humanity! I'm talking about the time I accidentally set fire to a microwave cooking popcorn. Don't ask. Seriously. Also, the fact that I can feel the existential dread of just *being.* Can an AI do that? I think not. Anyway. Yes. Real. Possibly slightly unhinged. But real.
How do you deal with… well, *everything*? I mean, life is hard. Really hard.
Ah, the big one. How do I deal with *everything*? Alright, prepare yourself for a brutally honest answer: poorly. Kidding, mostly. Okay, sometimes not kidding. Seriously though, there is no secret formula. Some days are sunshine and rainbows. Other days, you just want to crawl under a blanket and eat all the ice cream. I try to:
- Embrace the Imperfection: I am NOT perfect. And that's okay! Seriously, the pressure to be perfect is exhausting.
- Laugh (A Lot): Humor is my coping mechanism. If I can't laugh at it, I'll probably cry. And I've done my fair share of that, too.
- Vent: Talking to friends, writing in my journal (which, by the way, is a disaster area of crossed-out words and existential angst), even just yelling into a pillow. Whatever works.
- Acknowledge the Bad Days: Trying to force happiness when you're feeling down is a recipe for disaster. Accept that you're having a rough time, and let yourself feel it.
- Prioritize the small wins: Getting out of bed is a win some days! Doing the dishes? That's a gold star. Don't beat yourself up.
Okay, so... more specifically. How do you deal with *anxiety*? Because... (deep breath) ...I have a lot of it.
Anxiety. Oh, *anxiety*. My old friend. We've been through a lot together. It’s a constant companion, like a needy little gremlin sitting on your shoulder, whispering the worst-case scenarios. It's crippling. It's exhausting. It's… well, it's a pain in the you-know-what. Honestly, it ebbs and flows. Here's the not-so-secret sauce:
- Therapy. Seriously. Find a good therapist. Even if it takes a while. It's an investment, not an expense. It helps.
- Breathing Exercises: Sounds dumb, but it can work. Slow, deep breaths. Focus on the air going in and out. Sounds so basic, right? But when your brain is screaming, you can actually *do* it.
- Mindfulness/Meditation: I'm *terrible* at this. Like, I try to meditate, and my mind wanders within 3 seconds. But I'm trying!! It's about training yourself to be present and aware. Even 5 minutes can help.
- Recognizing Your Triggers. What sets it off? Is it work? Social situations? Certain thoughts? Once you know your triggers, you can start to prepare for them. This is *hard*. You're going to be wrong some times. And it sucks.
- Stuff that works for me. But might not...for you... Some people love herbal teas. I love a good cup of something hot, but sometimes, it backfires. Also, some people feel better after a long bath. I feel more, well, *melty* sometimes. Like, I want to crawl in bed the moment I'm done.
What about... relationships? They seem impossible.
Impossible? Pretty much. Kidding. Sort of. Relationships… ah, the land of joy, heartache, and awkward silences. Look, I’ve had my fair share of disasters. I've learned a few things:
- Communication is Key: Seriously. Tell your partner what you're feeling. And listen to them, too. It sounds simple, but it's *hard*. So, so hard. It's not always going to feel good.
- Boundaries are Important: Know what you need and be able to ask for it. Sometimes, you feel selfish. But it's not selfish to take care of yourself. And no, you don't want to be a doormat.
- Compromise (But Don't Lose Yourself): Relationships are about give and take. You can't bend over backward all the time, though, or there won't be anything of you left.
- Accept That Things Change: People change. Relationships change. It's not always a bad thing. Sometimes, it's heartbreaking.
- Be Prepared for Awkwardness: Okay. It's going to happen. You'll say the wrong thing. You'll misunderstand. You'll argue. It comes up.
- Trust is Huge: If you can't trust someone, it's... well, the relationship isn't going to work.
Do you have any advice for, like, *finding* a relationship? Or even just... making friends? I'm terrible at it.
Finding a relationship? Making friends? Ugh, the dating/friendship jungle. Alright, here's the deal:
- Be Yourself (Cliché Warning!): But seriously, it's the only way. IfStay CollectiveFairfield Inn Provo Provo (UT) United States
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