Hollywood Beach Escape: Historic Resort Bliss Awaits!
Hollywood Beach Escape: Historic Resort Bliss…Or is it? (A Messy Review)
Okay, listen up, folks. I'm back from Hollywood Beach, Florida, and I've got a whirlwind of feelings about this place called "Hollywood Beach Escape." They promise "Historic Resort Bliss," and, well, let's just say the "bliss" was sometimes a little… elusive. Buckle up, because this review is gonna be as scattered as my suitcase after the trip.
First Impressions & Accessibility: The Good, the Bad, and the "Should've Called Ahead"
Alright, so the idea is fantastic. A historic resort on a beautiful beach? Sign me up! The building itself has charm, you can feel it. It’s got that old-school Florida vibe, which I dig. They've got a website that promises the world, boasting about wheelchair accessibility, which is a huge plus in my book.
- Accessibility: Now, here's where things get a little… hairy. The website claims "facilities for disabled guests," and while there's an elevator, the pathways around the pool area felt a bit… narrow. My friend uses a scooter, and navigating some areas required a bit of a contortion act. So, accessibility? Kinda. They try, bless their hearts, but there’s definitely room for improvement. Call ahead and clarify! Don't make my mistake.
- Check-in/out [Express]: Speedy! That was a definite win.
- Elevator: Yes, thank goodness. My knees aren't what they used to be.
- Facilities for disabled guests: See above. Needs work, but they're trying.
Rooms & Creature Comforts: Mostly Alright, with a Few Quirks
Our room… well, it was a room. Spacious enough, thankfully. I’m a sucker for a good blackout curtain, and they delivered! Slept like a log. But… the "historic" aspect translated to a slightly… dated aesthetic. Think floral wallpaper that might have been cool in 1985.
- Air conditioning: Worked like a champion, thank goodness. Florida heat is no joke.
- Alarm clock: Surprisingly modern.
- Bathrobes: Yes! Luxurious, even.
- Blackout curtains: My personal MVP.
- Coffee/tea maker: Essential! My morning cup of joe is non-negotiable.
- Free bottled water: Always a welcome touch.
- Internet access – wireless / Wi-Fi [free]: The Wi-Fi was pretty solid. Good for streaming ridiculous cat videos.
- In-room safe box: Always a good idea for valuables.
- Mini bar: Moderately stocked, and a little pricey.
- Non-smoking: Yay! Smelly rooms are a dealbreaker.
- Private bathroom: Of course.
- Refrigerator: Handy for storing… leftover poolside cocktails.
- Seating area: Nice touch. More places to sprawl out were needed.
- Shower: It was a shower! Adequate water pressure is a must.
- Toiletries: Standard fare. Didn't blow my socks off, but did the job.
Eating, Drinking, and Snacking: From Buffet to Bar (and the Occasional Disappointment)
Okay, the food situation was… a mixed bag. The "International cuisine in restaurant" was… well, I wouldn't necessarily call it international. More like "American-ish."
- Breakfast [buffet]: This was a highlight. Omelets made to order! Fresh fruit! All the usual suspects. Ate way too much every morning. 10/10 for the breakfast buffet.
- Poolside bar: The cocktails were strong (and, at times, maybe too strong). But hey, it's vacation! The "happy hour" deals were a lifesaver.
- Restaurants: Limited choices. Mostly American.
Things to Do, Ways to Relax: Spa Days & Gym Fails
The resort boasts a spa! "Body scrub," "Body wrap," "Massage" – I was sold. I booked a massage, expecting pure zen. Instead, it was… decent. Not the world-class experience the brochure promised. The spa area itself was lovely – steamroom and sauna were on point.
- Fitness center / Gym/fitness: They had one. I intended to use it. But the beach… the pool… the margaritas… let's just say the gym didn't get much of my attention.
- Pool with view / Swimming pool / Swimming pool [outdoor]: The pool was gorgeous, and the view of the ocean was breathtaking. Spent more time here than I care to admit.
- Spa: See above. Decent, but not mind-blowing.
- Sauna / Steamroom: Excellent! Those are my JAM.
Cleanliness and Safety: Feeling Safe-ish
They seemed to take COVID precautions seriously, which was a relief.
- Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, Hand sanitizer, Hygiene certification, Physical distancing: Yeah, they have those. Good.
- Room sanitization opt-out available: Nice option.
- Staff trained in safety protocol: Hopefully.
- Smoke alarms: Good to hear!
- Security [24-hour]: Always comforting.
- CCTV in common areas / CCTV outside property: Made me feel a bit more secure.
Services and Conveniences: The Little Things
They had everything you'd expect, and most of them worked well.
- Cash withdrawal: Convenient, especially since I forgot to hit the ATM beforehand.
- Concierge: Helpful, but a little impersonal.
- Dry cleaning / Laundry service / Ironing service: Great for getting rid of the mess I'm apparently a walking hazard of.
- Luggage storage: Essential!
- Gift/souvenir shop: Standard tourist traps with slightly overpriced trinkets.
- Daily housekeeping: My room mostly stayed clean. A miracle, really.
The Rundown: Should You Go?
Look, "Hollywood Beach Escape" isn't perfect. It's got its flaws, its quirks, and its moments of "meh." BUT… it’s also got charm, a fantastic location, and a pretty decent breakfast buffet.
My Final Verdict:
- If you prioritize accessibility: Call ahead, ask questions, and manage your expectations.
- If you're a foodie: Don't bank on culinary masterpieces. Stick to the breakfast and the poolside bar.
- If you need a relaxing getaway: It's got the potential for that, but the spa could be better.
- Overall: It's a decent option, especially if you can snag a good deal. Just go in with realistic expectations, a sense of humor, and a healthy appetite for omelets.
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Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because we're diving HEADFIRST into my Hollywood Beach, Florida, adventure. This is less a polished itinerary and more a frantic, glitter-smeared postcard from the edge of sanity. Prepare for sensory overload.
Day 1: Arrival and Existential Dread (aka: "The Sunscreen Struggle")
- 1:00 PM: Touchdown at Fort Lauderdale-Hollywood International Airport (FLL). Thank God it’s only a short Uber ride to the Historic Hollywood Beach Resort. My luggage? Pray for me. I packed like I was migrating to Mars.
- 1:45 PM: Check-in. The lobby. It’s got that "grandma's-living-room-but-make-it-retro" vibe. I’m simultaneously charmed and convinced a time portal might open and spit out a poodle skirt or two.
- 2:00 PM: The Room. Oh, the room! It’s…charming in a way that makes you think someone should’ve probably updated the air conditioning in the last, oh, 30 years. Still, the ocean view? Glorious. Seriously, it’s why I'm here. Facing that endless blue. Instantly, I question all my life choices. Did I book enough vacation days? Is my cat missing me? Am I really wearing the right sunscreen?
- 2:30 PM: The Sunscreen Situation. This is a CRISIS. I forgot to buy the good stuff. I'm staring at a tiny bottle of SPF 15, and my pale, desk-bound skin is screaming. Off to the gift shop! Apparently, the gift shop also sells taxidermied alligators. Seriously?
- 3:00 PM: Beach Reconnaissance. Okay, deep breaths. I've procured SPF 50 (thank GOD.) The beach is… well, it’s Florida. It's sand, it's sun, it's everyone yelling "Marco!" and "Polo!" into the ocean. I stake out a semi-shady spot and immediately get attacked by tiny, invisible sand gnats. I swear they’re out for blood. My blood.
- 4:00 PM - 6:00 PM: Beach Time! Actually, not bad. The water is surprisingly warm. I spend a solid hour lying there, feeling the sun sizzle my skin, listening to the waves and the distant squeals of children. I'm half-convinced I’m going to spontaneously combust, but I tell you I didn't care. Maybe this is what paradise feels like after all.
- 7:00 PM: Dinner at the hotel restaurant, "The Beach Club." The food is…well, let's say it's "memorable." In the sense that I'll remember the slightly rubbery calamari. The view, however, is stunning, and the cocktails are strong enough to temporarily erase the gnats from my memory.
- 8:30 PM: Stroll along the Broadwalk. Whoa. This place is alive! People of all ages, shapes, sizes, and sartorial choices are out and about. I see rollerbladers, families with ice cream cones the size of their heads, a guy playing the saxophone, and what I can only describe as a "geriatric rave." It's beautiful, chaotic, and perfect. My heart feels… strangely full. Also, I NEED ice cream. The double scoop of mint chocolate chip… saved. the. night.
Day 2: Hollywood Drama and Deep-Fried EVERYTHING
- 9:00 AM: Breakfast at a local diner, "Lefty's" (I think?). This place is straight out of a movie. Grumpy waitress? Check. Greasy spoon? Double-check. The pancakes are the size of my face, and I'm pretty sure I've consumed a week's worth of calories by 10 AM. I love it.
- 10:30 AM: Hollywood Walk of Fame exploration. It’s like a weird, star-studded scavenger hunt. I'm looking for my favorites! The cement starts to baking my feet. Some stars look brand new, others… not so much. I find Marilyn Monroe's star and have a minor emotional moment. She would have loved this place.
- 12:00 PM: Lunch at a hole-in-the-wall seafood shack. "The Fish Shack" - it's the kind of place that smells like the ocean, old wood, and pure, unadulterated deliciousness. I get the fried grouper sandwich and it's the closest thing to heaven I've experienced.
- 1:30 PM: Back to the beach to be a sun-worshiper.
- 3:00 PM: Another attempted nap by the beach - a failure. The sound of happy screams and kids trying to build sand castles is too hard to overcome.
- 4:00 PM: A trip to the Hollywood ArtsPark, just to take a stroll and people-watch.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner at a restaurant with the weird choice of name "Taco Beach Shack" - I had the fish tacos, which I am still dreaming about. I ordered a margarita… or two.
- 7:00 PM: More strolling along the broadwalk.
- 9:00 PM: Back to the hotel, passing a magician with a flock of live doves (it's Florida, after all.) Exhausted, slightly sunburned, and happier than I've been in ages.
Day 3: Departure (and the Post-Vacation Blues)
- 9:00 AM: One last beachside breakfast. This time, I will savour every bite. This time, I'll enjoy the sun. This time, I'll…
- 10:00 AM: Packing. The dreaded packing. My suitcase is bulging, resembling a particularly aggressive sausage. I have acquired at least five novelty t-shirts, a seashell collection of questionable value, and a deep, burning desire to return to the real world with a sun-kissed glow of happiness.
- 11:00 AM: A final wander on the Broadwalk. I say goodbye to it with a heavy heart.
- 12:00 PM: Uber to FLL. I sit there, staring out the window, as the palm trees blur past. The memories… the chaos… the sheer, unapologetic Florida-ness of it all.
- 1:00 PM: Departure. I board the plane, already missing the warmth, the ocean, the absurdity of it all. As the plane takes off, I look down at the shimmering blue and make a mental note: Hollywood Beach, you haven't seen the last of me.
Post-Trip Musings: Okay, so it wasn't perfect. I got sunburned, I ate too much fried food, and I probably looked like a total tourist half the time. But I also experienced something real, something authentic, something… good. Hollywood Beach felt like a fever dream - in the best possible way. And you know what? I wouldn't trade it for anything. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go find some therapy. And maybe another ice cream cone. Because, well, vacation.
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