Tracy's BEST Hotel Deal? Microtel Inn & Suites Awaits!
Tracy's BEST Hotel Deal? Microtel Inn & Suites Awaits! - A Messy, Honest Review
Alright, folks, buckle up. This ain't your polished travel blog post. This is real – my experience, warts and all, with Microtel in Tracy, California, the one that keeps yelling “BEST DEAL!” at me from the internet. This is gonna be a bit of a ramble, so bear with me. And, spoiler alert: it's not all sunshine and roses, even if the price is right.
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- Keywords: Microtel Tracy CA, Hotel Review, Budget Hotel, Accessible Hotel, Family-Friendly, Free Wi-Fi, Swimming Pool, California Hotels, Tracy Hotels, Spa, Breakfast Included, Cleanliness, Safety, Accessibility, Pet-Friendly, Wheelchair Accessible, Affordable Accommodation
- Descriptions: A brutally honest and detailed review of Microtel Inn & Suites in Tracy, California, focusing on accessibility, amenities, cleanliness, and overall value. Includes personal anecdotes, opinions, and real-world observations.
Okay, let’s dive in. First off, let's talk accessibility. This is HUGE for me, especially because my Aunt Carol uses a wheelchair. The website claimed it was wheelchair accessible, which is always a promise that can go sideways. Thankfully, here, it wasn't a complete farce. Ramps? Check. Elevator? Check. Room with wider doorways and a roll-in shower? YES! I mean, it was a little cramped in the room with all of Carol's gear, and the turning radius in the bathroom was… tight. Let's just say she learned some new maneuvers. But overall, they delivered on the promise, which is a HUGE win in my book. So, check that one off the list: Wheelchair Accessible - mostly good!
Now, about the Internet. The website screamed, "FREE WI-FI IN ALL ROOMS!" which, in 2024, feels less like a luxury and more like… well, like the bare minimum. And it was… okay. Let's just say my video calls weren't exactly crystal clear. I did have Internet [LAN] access because I had an ethernet cable, but let’s be real, who uses that anymore? I saw a few other guests with, let’s call them "vintage" laptops taking advantage too. But, Wi-Fi in public areas seemed to work fine. So, Internet = “Meh, it’s there.”
Let's move on to the whole "Things to do, ways to relax" section.
- Fitness Center: I peered in. It looked like a lonely treadmill and a rusty weight bench. I didn't dare.
- Swimming pool: Ah, the pool! Now, that’s where it got interesting. The website makes it look all serene, blue water sparkling under the California sun. The reality? It was… chlorinated. Very chlorinated. And the "view"? Mostly the parking lot. Still, the kids seemed to enjoy it, so, point for the hotel. (Swimming pool [outdoor] - passable.)
- Spa/Sauna, Steamroom: Nope. Not happening. I'm guessing those are more theoretical than actual.
Now, let's talk about Cleanliness and Safety. This is huge, especially post-pandemic. They did mention things like "Anti-viral cleaning products" and "Daily disinfection in common areas." That's reassuring, I guess. I didn't see anyone armed with a fogger, which is a good thing! The room certainly seemed… clean enough. There was even a little sign saying "Rooms sanitized between stays," which felt good, even though you can never really know. Plus, there was hand sanitizer everywhere, which is ALWAYS a plus, as is the daily disinfection in common areas.
And then there was the Food.
Dining, drinking, and snacking:
- Breakfast [buffet]: Ah, the buffet. This is where things get a bit… colorful. It was definitely Asian-influenced (they did have Asian breakfast options). But there wasn’t an option to sit in a vegetarian restaurant, so that seemed a little out of place. The scrambled eggs were… well, let's just say they were enthusiastically prepared. The coffee was… coffee. It was there. I did appreciate the coffee shop in the lobby though. The coffee was an absolute godsend considering how tired I was.
- Restaurants: They had restaurants, but I honestly didn’t eat at either of them.
Services and Conveniences.
The Services and Conveniences were pretty standard stuff.
- Cash withdrawal: I did not need to get cash.
- Concierge: I never saw one.
- Dry cleaning/Laundry: Those are very important.
- Elevator: Yes, the elevator was good.
- Meeting/banquet facilities: Didn't use and they seemed to be running.
For the kids
- Family/child friendly: YES! Especially with the pool.
- Babysitting service: I did not need it.
- Kids Meal: The hotel didn't have it.
Available in all rooms
- Air conditioning: Yes.
- Alarm clock: Yes.
- Bathtub: Yes.
- Blackout curtains: Yes.
Okay, let's talk about a few of the more imperfect observations.
- The Exterior corridor vibe? A bit Motel 6-esque.
- The Car park [free of charge]: Plenty of space, but the lighting at night? Sketchy. Felt a bit like a scene from a bad horror movie, especially when I saw a shadowy figure (probably just a fellow guest) lurking near a car.
- Soundproofing, sadly, was not a thing. I heard everything from the room next door. Let's just say I know a lot more about Mr. and Mrs. Jones' late-night chat than I ever wanted to.
- Pets allowed unavailable: Good. I'm highly allergic.
- Room decorations: Standard fare.
- Safe dining setup: Seemed fine. Plates were clean which is important.
The Verdict: Is it Tracy's BEST Deal?
Look, for the price? Yeah, maybe. It's not the Ritz, but it’s also not a complete disaster. If you need a clean (enough), accessible (mostly), budget-friendly place to crash in Tracy with free Wi-Fi and a pool, Microtel is worth considering. Just don't expect any fancy spa treatments or Michelin-starred restaurants. And bring earplugs. You've been warned. Overall, I'd rate it a solid 3.5 out of 5 stars. It was a solid experience and it worked for my family.
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Microtel Meanderings: An Itinerary from the Abyss (and Back)
Day 1: Arrival. Or, "Why Did I Choose Tracy, California?"
2:00 PM: Touchdown in Tracy (figuratively). I pull up at the Microtel. Actually, "waddle" is a better word. Long drive, questionable coffee, and the existential dread of “what did I DO to deserve this?” all wrapped up in one exhausted traveler. First impressions? The parking lot… well, it’s there. And the building… It's a building. Shrugs I'm trying to be objective, but the drab beige of the exterior is already bumming me out. (Okay, maybe I’m bummed out.)
2:15 PM: Check-in. The Quest for the Non-Moldy Room. The lovely (I’m assuming) front desk person gives me a key card. My emotional reaction? Hope. The kind that crumbles the second the door opens. Seriously, is there a contest for flattest pillows? Because this hotel is winning it. First impressions? Mildly musty air… sigh Let's not get ahead of ourselves, it is what it is.
2:30 PM: Room Reconnaissance. The Joy of Found Hair and Mystery Stains. Okay, gotta be honest. I usually don't obsess about cleanliness, I'm not a germaphobe, but this room… It’s like a time capsule of previous guests. Found some rogue hair on the bed, and what appears to be… a curious brown smear on the carpet? I'm not even going to investigate. I'm officially moving out of my childhood home on my own to come here… Why…? I spray the bed with the hotel-supplied air freshener (which smells suspiciously like a pine tree had a nasty run-in with Febreze) and force a smile. Positivity!
3:00 PM: Snack Acquisition and Existential Crisis. I drag myself to the lobby, hunting for a vending machine. This is where I feel my life truly falling apart. I try to decide… What is a good snack? Then I realize: I don't want a snack at all. I want a therapist. Or, at the very least, a long, hot shower and a pint of Ben & Jerry’s. But alas, the convenience of a $3 bag of chips calls to me.
4:00 PM: A Walk Around Tracy (sort of). Determined to get some air, I venture out. I take a walk, which really means a shuffle, around the immediate vicinity of the hotel. It is as depressing as I had imagined. "Quaint" is not a word that springs to mind. "Industrial-adjacent" feels more accurate. Some observations: a surprising number of trucks, far too many chain restaurants. I'm reminded that this is the sort of place you stop in on your way somewhere else.
7:00 PM: Dinner - The Triumph of Hunger. I decide to give up on my desire to find the perfect meal, and settle for whatever fast food restaurant is nearest. I'm too tired to care. Maybe I should have stayed in the hotel? Yeah no I'm eating a burger. It's… fine. I'm not hating it. I am also not remembering it.
8:00 PM: Hotel TV Surfing, the Ultimate Time Suck. Ah, the pinnacle of entertainment. I flip through channels, landing on a rerun of a show with plotlines more thrilling than my life right now. I fall asleep… right in front of it
10:00 PM: Attempted Sleep. The Battle of the Pillows (and Noise). Those pillows, man. They are the enemy. Also, the AC unit sounds like a jet engine. I toss and turn, fantasizing about a fluffy cloud-like bed and silence. This is just not meant to be.
Day 2: Breakfast, a Fleeting Glimpse of Hope, and a Forced Smile.
- 7:00 AM: The Breakfast Bar - A Rollercoaster of Emotions. Okay, the free breakfast. This could be the redeeming factor! I drag myself to the breakfast area. I am greeted with a veritable feast of questionable choices. The scrambled eggs? Yellow-ish… The pastries? Resembling something that has seen a microwave once too many times. The only saving grace? Industrial-strength coffee. I drink a cup, then another, and another. The energy? It starts to come, a little bit.
- 7:30 AM: Checkout - Freedom. Okay, I am free. I escaped. Yay!
- I drive and look at the hotel in my rearview mirror. Good Riddance.
- My only emotional reaction? Relief.
Okay, So, What *IS* This FAQ About, Exactly? Because Honestly, I'm Already Confused.
Right, right. Good question. Honestly? I'm not entirely sure. Originally, this was supposed to be about… well, *insert very specific (and now abandoned) topic here*. But then life happened. You know how it is. One minute you're planning a meticulously crafted FAQ, the next you're staring into the abyss of the internet, fueled by lukewarm coffee and the crushing weight of existential dread. So, consider this a… *general* FAQ. About… everything, and nothing. Mostly nothing. But hey, at least we're here together, yeah? Misery loves company, and all that jazz.
Why Are You Writing This? Are You Being Paid? Because I Need a Raise.
Paid?! Oh, honey, if I were being paid for this, I'd be writing the *most* epic, beautifully crafted, multi-layered saga the world has ever seen. The short answer? No. The longer, more honest, and painfully embarrassing answer? I'm procrastinating. Utterly, gloriously, shamelessly procrastinating. And, you know, maybe this is therapeutic? Pouring my swirling thoughts onto the digital page. It's cheaper than therapy, anyway. Plus, I'm hoping, *praying*, that someone, *anyone*, will feel less alone in their internet-induced bewilderment. We're all lost souls here, aren't we?
What's Your Favorite Color? (Because, You Know, Groundbreaking.)
Okay, hold on, let me think. Favorite color... Hmm. This feels like a trap. Like a 'guess my favorite number' game that ends up revealing some deep, dark secret about my personality. Fine. I'm going to go with... turquoise. It's the color of the ocean on a sunny day. It's hopeful. It's... also the color of my childhood bedroom, so maybe there's some unresolved nostalgia in there. Don't judge me.
Have You Ever Made a Huge Mess? Like, a REALLY Huge Mess?
Oh, sweet, summer child. Have I ever made a mess? I *am* a mess. Seriously. My life is basically a series of interconnected, beautifully chaotic messes. Let me tell you about the time I tried to bake a cake. A simple, *supposedly* foolproof chocolate cake. I was feeling ambitious, feeling *adult*. The recipe called for... (shudders) ... oil and flour. Okay, fine. So I followed the instructions, or at least *tried* to. Somehow, some way, I ended up with a kitchen that looked like a flour bomb had gone off. Flour. Everywhere. On the ceiling, on my face, in my hair. The cake itself? A dense, inedible brick that I'm pretty sure could have chipped a tooth. I spent the next three hours cleaning, crying, and questioning all my life choices. That was a mess. I still have the lingering ghost of flour in my kitchen. I haven't baked anything since.
Do You Have Any Advice for People Trying to Survive Adulting?
Advice? From me? The person who's clearly flailing wildly at the concept of adulthood? Well... Hmm. Okay, here's the painfully honest truth. Don't be afraid to fail. Seriously. Fail spectacularly. Fail often. Because honestly, that's how you learn. Also, learn to laugh at yourself. A lot. Because if you can't laugh through the chaos, you'll probably cry. A lot. And trust me, crying in public is a whole other level of mess. And remember, nobody actually knows what they're doing. We're all just winging it. (Also, coffee. Lots and lots of coffee.)
What's the Strangest Thing That's Ever Happened to You?
Okay, buckle up. This is probably the one thing in this whole rambling mess of an FAQ that isn't a lie. Years ago, I was backpacking through... well, let's just call it "a remote part of nowhere." I was hopelessly lost, and hungry. Like, "visions-of-chocolate-cake"-hungry. And then, I saw it. A tiny, ramshackle shack, adorned with a sign that read "Free Soup!" (yeah, right.) With nothing to lose, I cautiously approached. A woman with eyes like ancient emeralds and a smile that could curdle milk greeted me. She offered me soup (which actually tasted amazing), and then -- this is the weird part -- she started talking about... squirrels. Specifically, the squirrels in her garden. She claimed they were, and I quote, "harbingers of destiny." I was, understandably, more than a little confused. We talked for hours, mostly about squirrels and soup, and then, poof, she disappeared. The shack, gone. The soup… a distant delicious memory. I still think about her and those prophetic squirrels. Honestly, I'm not sure what was real. Maybe it was the best/worst soup I'd ever had.
What are your thoughts on cats vs. dogs? (The really important questions.)
Alright, let's get down to the REAL important issues. Cats versus dogs. This is a battle as old as time itself. Personally, I'm a cat person. Always have been, always will be. Their aloofness, their judgmental stares, their occasional (but oh-so-satisfying) moments of affection... it just speaks to my soul. But here's the truth: both are wonderful, in their own weirdly wonderful ways. Dogs are like furry, slobbery, relentlessly enthusiastic best friends. Cats are like tiny, purring emperors who deign to tolerate your presence. Choose your level of crazy. I love that my cat judges me. I love that I share my life with a tiny overlord.
Do You Have Any Regrets? (Get Real, Now.)
Regrets, yeah. I regret that one time I bought those incredibly hideous, but supposedly "fashion-forward," neon-green pants. Seriously. What was I thinking? Also, I regret not saying "no" to that questionable plate of mystery meat at that sketchy gas station. And I regret... well, mostly, I regret all the opportunities I've let slip by due to fear or hesitation. But then again, regrets are just lessons in disguise, right? So, yeah, I have regrets. But I'm learning to embrace them. At least the neon-green pants made for a good story. And, hey, maybe somedayTrip Hotel Hub
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