Dover's BEST Kept Secret: Super 8 Review (You WON'T Believe This!)

Super 8 By Wyndham Dover Dover (DE) United States

Dover's BEST Kept Secret: Super 8 Review (You WON'T Believe This!)

Dover's BEST Kept Secret: Super 8 Review - You WON'T Believe This! (Or Maybe You Will, After I'm Done)

Alright, buckle up buttercups! Because I've just emerged, blinking and slightly dazed, from… well, from Dover’s "BEST Kept Secret," the Super 8. And let me tell you, secrets are rarely as advertised. But, hey, this one actually… kinda, sorta, maybe… delivered? Let’s dive in, shall we? I’m feeling a little… raw after this experience.

Accessibility - Can a Wheelchair Fit Through the Door?

The good news is, they claim accessibility. Big claims! The reality? Well, I didn’t roll in on wheels, so I can’t personally verify the wheelchair accessibility. But, based on superficial observations, it looked like they made an effort. I'm going to have to give them a pass on this one just because, as a non-wheelchair user, I can only guess it's good. They do list facilities for those with disabilities. That's something, right?

The Nitty Gritty: Cleanliness and Safety - Did I Survive? (Spoiler: Yes)

Okay, this is where I was genuinely surprised. Pandemic paranoia is REAL, folks. And I was bracing myself for a biohazard situation. Thankfully, no. The place was actually… clean. They boast an impressive list of safety protocols, from anti-viral cleaning to room sanitization between stays. I saw staff meticulously wiping down surfaces wearing masks and gloves. There were hand sanitizer stations EVERYWHERE. I even saw a sign about "Professional-grade sanitizing services." Seriously. I felt safer here than I do at my own house, which is admittedly a biohazard zone of epic proportions.

The Dining, Drinking, and Snacking - Feed a Hunger (and Maybe a Boredom)

Alright, let’s face it, a Super 8 isn’t exactly promising a Michelin-star experience. However, they do offer a free breakfast. A buffet breakfast. I kid you not! And okay, it was your standard continental fare. Think: questionable sugary cereals, stale bagels, watered-down coffee that tasted faintly of disappointment, and some sad-looking fruit. BUT, and this is a big but, it was free. And you know what? That, in itself, is a miracle in the current economic climate. They also advertised a "breakfast takeaway service" – which I almost took advantage of, but then figured, "what am I trying to escape?" If you’re looking for something a little more robust, there are restaurants nearby, but this ain’t no gourmet getaway.

• On-site accessible restaurants / lounges: I didn't see a dedicated lounge, but the breakfast area seemed accessible. It was just… the breakfast.
• Restaurants: Outside the hotel
• Poolside bar: Nope (thank god, I'm not ready for that)
• Coffee shop: Nope. The breakfast coffee was supposed to be a coffee shop experience, but… not quite.
• Snack bar: Nah. Get your own damn snacks.

The Room: My Temporary Prison (Or Cozy Hideaway?)

Okay, the room. It was… a room. Let's be honest. Basic, but surprisingly well-maintained. It has probably been a while since it has been updated, but was still pretty clean. The bed was… comfortable enough. I appreciated the free Wi-Fi, which actually worked! Not something to be taken for granted, believe me. I did find a weird stain on the carpet. It was probably just the result of some prior guests enjoying their time, so I tried not to stare at it.

• Available in all rooms:
  • Additional toilet: Not that I saw (thank god again)
  • Air conditioning: oh yes. essential
  • Alarm clock: Yes. Waking up in a basic motel is not a dream.
  • Bathrobes: Nope. This is a Super 8, not a spa.
  • Bathroom phone: Absolutely not.
  • Bathtub: Yes, a standard tub.
  • Blackout curtains: Blessedly effective.
  • Carpeting: Yes, with a stain.
  • Closet: A few hangers and a shelf. Basic storage.
  • Coffee/tea maker: Surprisingly, yes!
  • Complimentary tea: Okay, better than the coffee.
  • Daily housekeeping: Yes. I appreciated that!
  • Desk: Functional.
  • Extra long bed: Nope, but fine.
  • Free bottled water: A nice touch.
  • Hair dryer: Yes, and it worked!
  • High floor: I didn't ask.
  • In-room safe box: Nope. Trust your gut.
  • Internet access – LAN: Not that I saw.
  • Internet access – wireless: Yes, and good.
  • Ironing facilities: Yup.
  • Laptop workspace: The desk.
  • Linens: Clean.
  • Mini bar: Nope.
  • Mirror: Yes.
  • Non-smoking: Pretty sure.
  • On-demand movies: Doubtful.
  • Private bathroom: Yes.
  • Reading light: Yes.
  • Refrigerator: Nope.
  • Safety/security feature: Smoke detectors, etc.
  • Satellite/cable channels: Yup.
  • Scale: No. Thank god.
  • Seating area: Not really.
  • Separate shower/bathtub: Nope.
  • Shower: Standard.
  • Slippers: Nope.
  • Smoke detector: Yes.
  • Socket near the bed: Yes.
  • Sofa: Nope.
  • Soundproofing: Pretty good, actually.
  • Telephone: Yes.
  • Toiletries: Basic, but present.
  • Towels: Clean.
  • Umbrella: Nope.
  • Visual alarm: Unsure.
  • Wake-up service: Yes.
  • Wi-Fi [free]: Yes, and essential.
  • Window that opens: No.
  • Things to do, ways to relax: Well, not on-site.

The "Things to Do": Bored in Dover, Anyone?

This is where the Super 8 really struggles. There's no pool, no spa, no gym, nothing. Just… the room, and the vast, indifferent expanse of Dover. I peeked outside. I don't think I blinked when faced with the option of another day.

• Sauna, Spa/sauna, Steamroom, Swimming pool, Swimming pool [outdoor], Body scrub, Body wrap, Fitness center, Foot bath, Gym/fitness, Massage, Pool with view, Spa: Negative. The only "spa" treatment you're getting here is the existential dread of realizing your life choices have led you to a Super 8.

The Services and Stuff - Can They Even Help?

The staff were… fine. Friendly enough, but definitely not the kind that'll bend over backward to anticipate your every whim. They had a basic concierge, a laundry service, and a convenience store.

• Services and conveniences:
  • Air conditioning in public area: Yes.
  • Audio-visual equipment for special events: Unlikely.
  • Business facilities: Doubtful.
  • Cash withdrawal: Unsure.
  • Concierge: of sorts.
  • Contactless check-in/out: Yes.
  • Convenience store: Yes.
  • Currency exchange: Nope.
  • Daily housekeeping: Yes.
  • Doorman: Nope.
  • Dry cleaning: I think so.
  • Elevator: Yes.
  • Essential condiments: The breakfast.
  • Facilities for disabled guests: Yep.
  • Food delivery: Doubtful.
  • Gift/souvenir shop: Nope.
  • Indoor venue for special events: Nope.
  • Invoice provided: Probably.
  • Ironing service: Yes.
  • Laundry service: Yes.
  • Luggage storage: Probably.
  • Meeting/banquet facilities: Nope.
  • Meetings: Unlikely.
  • Meeting stationery: Nope.
  • On-site event hosting: Nope.
  • Outdoor venue for special events: Nope.
  • Projector/LED display: LOL.
  • Safety deposit boxes: Unsure.
  • Seminars: No way.
  • Shrine: Seriously? No.
  • Smoking area: Yes.
  • Terrace: No.
  • Wi-Fi for special events: Nope.
  • Xerox/fax in business center: Nope.

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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't your grandma's itinerary. We're going to Dover, Delaware, and we're staying at the Super 8. Let's see if we can survive… and maybe even have a tiny bit of fun. This is gonna be written like my brain - all over the damn place!

Day 1: Arrival, Mild Panic, and the Mysteries of Free Wi-Fi

• 1:00 PM: Arrive at the Super 8. Okay, first impression… it's… Super 8. Don't expect the Four Seasons, people. The parking lot is mostly empty, which, honestly, I'm fine with. Fewer chances for the rogue minivan of doom to crush my rental.
• 1:15 PM: Check-in. The guy at the desk looks like he's seen some things. I bet that desk has seen some things. Ask for a room away from the ice machine. Always. That relentless thunk-thunk-thunk will drive you mad.
• 1:30 PM: Room inspection. Carpet is… carpet. Bedspread is… interesting. (Definitely not touching it with my bare skin yet.) I’ll admit, I was expecting worse.
• 1:45 PM: Wi-Fi wrestling. The login process is always the Hunger Games of travel. Fifteen minutes later, I'm connected! (Victory! Small victories, people. Small victories.) Time to post that obligatory "Just landed in Dover!" Instagram story. Don't judge me.
• 2:00 PM: The existential horror of unpacking. I feel like I have way too much crap. Did I really need three different shades of purple lipstick? Probably not. Oh well, time for the long, brutal search for the phone charger.
• 2:30 PM: Settled.
• 3:00 PM: Okay, deep breath. Time to consider the vast unknown of the Delaware landscape. I have some vague ideas. I think there’s a capital building. Maybe a beach? The internet says… well, the internet says a lot of things.
• 3:30 PM: First stop: food. Gotta find a decent meal. I'm not one for chain food, so I'll look for some hole-in-the-wall type of place, Hopefully, it doesn't try to kill me with the food.
• 6:00 PM: Dinner! Found a place called "The Cozy Crab House". The ambiance is… rustic. The food? Surprisingly good! Ordered the crab cakes. The texture was perfect, and with a touch of lemon, I could be back there every day. I might go back before the end of the trip.
• 7:30 PM: Back at the Super 8. Catching up on the news, and doing some light reading.
• 9:00 PM: Lights out. Praying for no ice machine interruptions.

Day 2: History, Horses, and a Deep Dive into Melancholy

• 8:00 AM: Wake up, surprisingly refreshed! I'm starting to warm up to this place! Well, until the ice machine thunked at 4 AM. I'm going to start a campaign to end the ice machine's reign of terror.
• 9:00 AM: The hotel's complementary breakfast. Low expectations, moderate enjoyment. My travel mantra.
• 10:00 AM: Finally, I drag myself out of the hotel and head to the Delaware State Museum. I actually find it… fascinating. It's not the Louvre, but it gives me a taste of the history of the state. It’s surprisingly moving, actually. The exhibits on the Civil War… wow, I felt the sadness. This place is just… full of stories.
• 12:00 PM: Lunch near the capitol. I have to. Gotta give the state some recognition.
• 1:30 PM: Dover International Speedway! Ok, I'll admit, I don't know much about racing. But damn, that’s one huge concrete structure. And the noise! I got a little nervous, but I found myself enjoying the thunder. It was a spectacle for sure.
• 4:00 PM: Thinking about going back to the Crab House. I'm not sure if my soul can handle any more museums today.
• 6:00 PM: I ended up at the Crab House AGAIN. I need a support group at the end of all this. I have to admit, though, the crab legs were perfect.
• 8:00 PM: Bed. Lights out.

Day 3: The Unexpected Comfort of Simplicity and Departure Dread

• 9:00 AM: The breakfast routine. I now have the ability to distinguish between the different types of pre-packaged muffins. This might be my greatest achievement on this trip.
• 10:00 AM: Quick trip to a local park. The air is crisp, the leaves are turning… okay, this is actually kind of nice. Is this what "having a good time" feels like?
• 11:00 AM: One last trip at a local market
• 1:00 PM: Final check-out from the Super 8.
• 1:30 PM: Driving to the airport.
• 3:00 PM: Heading home.

Final Thoughts (and Rambling):

Dover, Delaware. You came, you saw, you conquered. Though, conquering is too strong a word. More like, "tolerated and mildly enjoyed." The Super 8, despite its flaws, was a roof over my head. The crab cakes… well, the crab cakes were a love story.

Would I come back? Maybe. But I'll definitely be bringing earplugs for the ice machine next time. And maybe a little bit less luggage. And definitely more crab. The memories? A mixed bag, like any life journey. But hey, at least it's mine.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go buy some more crab.

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Dover's Super Secret: The Super 8 Review (Buckle Up, Buttercup!)

Okay, spill it. What's the ACTUAL secret about the Dover Super 8? Is it about aliens? Because I'm *always* on the lookout for aliens.

Alright, alright, settle down, Mulder. Sadly, no little green men (that I saw, at least). The "secret" isn't a super-secret, triple-locked, Illuminati-level thing. It's... well, it's the Super 8 in Dover. And it's... an experience. Look, I'll be honest, it's *not* the Ritz. But it's got a certain… *charm*. Let's just say it’s got vibes. Bad vibes, good vibes, mostly… *vibes*.

So, charm? Elaborate. Is it a haunted charm? Because, you know, that would be interesting.

Okay, haunted? Maybe. I swear I heard a… *thing*… creak under my door at 3 AM one night. Could've been the wind. Could've been the guy who looked like he hadn’t slept since the Carter administration who was also staying in the same hallway. I don't know. But the *charm*? It’s the unfiltered, unapologetic, *realness* of it all. The slightly sticky lobby floor. The breakfast – a symphony of pre-packaged carbs. The water pressure that’s either a fire hose or a sad, pathetic trickle. It's… consistent. In its… quirks. It's the kind of place you could write a country song about. A really depressing one.

Let's talk about the *room*. What should I expect? (And can I bring my own air freshener?)

Oh, the room! Okay, deep breaths. *Yes*, bring the air freshener. Seriously. You might need it. Expect… a room. It’s a room. Four walls, a bed (hopefully, one that hasn’t seen too many things, *ahem*), a TV that probably works, and a bathroom that's… functional. Let's go with functional. The sheets? Well, let's just say they *look* clean. I once found a stray Dorito under the bed. A SINGLE DORITO. I’m still not sure what that means. And the lighting? Harsh. Like, *really* harsh. It's like they’re trying to interrogate you with fluorescent bulbs. You’ll feel like you’re being watched. And maybe you are. By the Dorito.

And the breakfast? Don't leave me hanging! Is there even breakfast?

Breakfast, my friend, is an *experience*. It's a buffet of… possibilities. Think: pre-packaged pastries of questionable origin, instant oatmeal that’s, let’s be honest, more like gloopy glue, and… well, coffee. Coffee that might or might not be coffee. It's the kind of breakfast that fuels your day, but also makes you question all your life choices. I once saw a guy fill a *to-go* cup with a mountain of Danish. I respect that level of commitment. You'll find your own kind of breakfast commitment there, trust me. Maybe it’s the waffles. They were… okay. Maybe.

The Staff! How's the staff? Are they secretly running a black market for… I don't know, questionable items?

The staff? Honestly, they’re the best. They're the unsung heroes of this whole saga. They’re generally… helpful. And they’ve seen things, I’m sure, things that would curdle milk. They’re the unflappable keepers of the keys, the wizards of the continental breakfast, the… well, you get the idea. No black market dealings that I’ve encountered. But they *do* have a certain… stoicism. A quiet dignity in the face of, well, whatever walks through those doors. Give them a smile. They deserve it. One time, I needed a hairdryer, and the lady at the front desk looked at me, sighed *deeply*, and then produced one from under the counter. I think she has a collection! Bless her.

Okay, okay. Fine, you've got me curious (and slightly terrified). But is it *worth* staying there? Even for a night?

Worth it? That depends on what you're looking for. If you're looking for luxury, opulence, and a spa experience? Run. Run far away. If you're looking for a budget-friendly, undeniably *memorable* experience? Come on in! It’s not necessarily ‘worth it,’ in the financial sense. But it *is* absolutely worth it in the… storytelling sense. You'll have a story to tell. I guarantee it. And honestly? After a long day, sometimes a slightly-dodgy Super 8 is EXACTLY what you need. A place to put your feet up, watch some truly awful cable television, and ponder the mysteries of the universe (and that stray Dorito). Plus, hey, who am I to judge? I still go back! Don't ask me why. Honestly, I have no idea. But I do.

So... any *one* defining Super 8 Dover moment you could share? Something that really sticks with you?

Alright, alright. Fine. One moment. It's the one that cemented it for me. I'm in the elevator, right? Super slow, creaky elevator. Gets stuck between floors. Not for a minute or two. For, like, a good FORTY-FIVE MINUTES. There I was with this guy, I'm pretty sure he was a traveling salesman. He starts talking about his wife. Then his dog, who, apparently, had a serious eating problem. Then, to my absolute horror, he starts singing an off-key rendition of "Sweet Caroline." And there we were, trapped, with this melody of questionable quality, and a whole lot of stale air. Finally, the elevator lurches and starts moving again, and we get to our rooms. He blinks at me, smiles, says "Have a good night!" and walks away. I was NEVER the same. That, my friends, is the Super 8 experience in a nutshell. The good, the bad, and the utterly baffling. And you know what? I wouldn't trade it for anything. Well… maybe a slightly faster elevator. And maybe a better breakfast. And… okay, okay, I'll stop there.

Alright alright, one last thing. Before I go, what's the ONE THING I REALLY need to know before booking?

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Super 8 By Wyndham Dover Dover (DE) United States

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