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Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into a real-world examination of a hotel. Forget the perfectly polished travel brochures – we're going for warts-and-all honesty, a little bit of chaos, and maybe, just maybe, me accidentally ordering room service at 3 AM. Let's GO!
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The Hotel: Let's Get Messy
Right, so let's say we're looking at the… hmm… let's call it The Grand Majestic hotel. Sounds impressive, right? Okay, here we go…
Accessibility: Promises, Promises… & Awkward Conversations
First things first: Accessibility. They say they're accessible. Big words, those. They boast about wheelchair accessibility, but honestly? I've seen hotel brochures with more realistic promises. I'm not in a wheelchair, but I always check for these things because, well, it's the right thing to do. Plus, it tells you a lot about how a place thinks.
The elevator? Check. Though, it had a strange habit of stopping between floors randomly, and I could swear I heard muffled sobbing one time. Facilities for disabled guests? Supposedly. But, let’s be honest, sometimes the "accessible rooms" are located so far from everything else that you need a Sherpa and oxygen just to get to breakfast. It's a classic hotel trap.
I actually had a mini-conversation with a rather frazzled guest in a wheelchair who'd struggled for 15 minutes to get into the hotel's restaurant. "It said 'accessible,' right?" he muttered. "Yeah, well… technically." I felt a little bit of outrage for him. Then I had a nice little internal pep talk about how I should be better on these reviews.
On-site accessible restaurants/lounges: The restaurant I struggled to get to, yeah, technically.
Cleanliness and Safety: Is This Place Trying to Kill Me?
Okay, this is important. Cleanliness. Post-pandemic, we're all a bit hyper-vigilant, right? They bragged about Anti-viral cleaning products and Professional-grade sanitizing services. And, honestly, the lobby smelled very sterile. Like a hospital. Which, is either good or bad.
Room sanitization opt-out available? Thankfully so. I'm not particularly germophobic, and the smell can be a bit much after a couple days, and I'm all about the Room sanitization opt-out available.
Daily disinfection in common areas? Could be. I didn't have a magnifying glass to really check.
Sanitized kitchen and tableware items? Let's hope so. I didn't get food poisoning! Knocks on wood enthusiastically.
Staff trained in safety protocol? Seemed so. They all wore masks and gloves, and it felt like they were trying.
Hot water linen and laundry washing? A good thing, yes.
Hygiene certification? Unclear. Didn't see any hanging on the wall.
How about a bit of an anecdote? I dropped a fork, and it took 30 seconds before a staff member came to pick it up. I saw a staff member running back and forth between the back and the front office a bunch of times. I did not like the lack of attention to detail.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: My Stomach's a Bit Grumbly
Ah, sustenance. My other true love.
- Restaurants: They had several. The restaurants included a fancy-pants a la carte restaurant, a buffet restaurant, and the more casual, poolside bar.
- Breakfast: Breakfast [buffet] was… fine. Standard hotel fare. The Asian breakfast was better than the Western breakfast, which was mostly rubbery scrambled eggs and questionable bacon.
- Coffee shop: They had one. It was fine.
- Room service [24-hour]: I should have been more worried, I called them up at 3 A.M and ordered a burger, they were out of burgers. Seriously? I ended up with a Caesar salad and a stale cookie. I'm still slightly bitter about it.
- Desserts in restaurant: A few. Sigh.
- Snack bar: Did I mention the stale cookie?
- Poolside bar: The only thing worth the experience.
I'm going to pause on the dining section because the cookie is really bothering me still…
Services and Conveniences: The Good, The Annoying, and the Oh, Really?
- Breakfast in room: Available.
- Air conditioning in public area: Yep.
- Concierge: Helpful. Kinda. I asked them to make a dinner reservation for me at that restaurant I spent 15 minutes struggling to get to. They told me it was "fully booked." I ended up having to order the sad 3 AM Caesar salad.
- Currency exchange: Yes.
- Daily housekeeping: They did their job, albeit with a slightly too eager approach (they kept knocking on my door at 8 AM).
- Elevator: Mentioned this earlier.
- Luggage storage: Fine.
- Meeting/banquet facilities & Meetings: Yeah, they had those. Pretty standard.
- On-site event hosting: Sure. Probably.
- Safety deposit boxes: In the room AND at the front desk, which is good.
- Laundry service: Yep.
- Dry cleaning: Also.
- Convenience store: A little overpriced, as expected.
- Doorman: Always a nice touch.
- Front desk [24-hour]: Very good.
- Cash withdrawal: I had to ask them were the nearest ATM was. I was directed to a non-hotel ATM across the road with a $5 per transaction usage charge.
- Invoice provided: Uh, yes.
For the Kids: Bless Their Tiny Hearts (and the Babysitters)
Didn't travel with kids, but they said they were Family/child friendly. They had a Babysitting service, which is a godsend for parents. Also, had a Kids facilities as well!
Things to Do, Ways to Relax: My Time to Veg
They had a Fitness center. Standard stuff. Treadmills, weights, the usual. They also had a lovely Spa/sauna with a Steamroom and a Sauna. The massage was amazing. Seriously, worth the trip alone. I recommend.
Also a simple Pool with view, which would have been great, but I didn't have enough time to use it.
Available in all rooms:
- Yes, you get these things
- Air conditioning
- Alarm clock
- Bathtub
- Blackout curtains
- Closet
My Unfiltered Overall Verdict:
The Grand Majestic is… a mixed bag. It's got the potential to be amazing, but it's let down by some inconsistencies, the slightly sad 3 AM Caesar salad, and a slight lack of attention to detail in some areas of the hotel. You're either going to have a mediocre time, or a good time. But, hey, at least the spa was good!
Final Score: A cautious 3.5 out of 5 stars (with a strong potential for improvement).
Would I go back? Maybe. If I needed to. If I was dying for a massage. And if I could ensure, somehow, that they stocked the burger.
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Okay, buckle up, buttercup, because this isn't your grandma's itinerary. We're hitting Hôtels Gouverneur Trois-Rivières in Canada, people, and let's just say… it might get messy. My brain is already a swirling snow globe of anticipation and potential disaster. Here we go:
Day 1: Arrival and the Existential Dread of the Check-In Line
1:00 PM (ish): Okay, landing. Airport chaos. Why are all airport bathrooms designed by sadists? Seriously, the echoing emptiness is deeply unsettling. My flight was delayed by a grumpy goose (it had issues with the baggage handlers, apparently). Stress level: Mildly elevated, like a soufflé that almost rose.
2:00 PM (ish): Taxi to Trois-Rivières! I'm a sucker for those little Quebecois towns. The driver was babbling in French, which I kinda understand. Pretty sure he was judging my terrible French, though. He also kept trying to sell me a timeshare. Rude!
2:45 PM: Check-in at Hôtels Gouverneur. Ugh. Those lines. The eternal, soul-crushing, check-in line. This is where my existential dread really kicks in. Behind a family of ten who clearly hadn't seen each other in a decade and seem to be renewing their vows right at the front desk. I'm pretty sure the kid behind me kicked me. I'm not saying I contemplated a career change to, say, a professional door slammer, but the thought crossed my mind.
3:30 PM (Finally!): Room acquired! It's…fine. The view overlooks a parking lot, which is a little depressing, but the bed looks comfy. I immediately collapsed on it, fully clothed, and had a brief but intense nap of pure exhaustion.
4:30 PM: Okay, gotta fight the urge to order room service and become a permanent resident of the bed. Need to get out there and do things. First up: find coffee. (This is non-negotiable.) The hotel restaurant coffee is…meh. Time for an adventure!
5:00 PM: Okay, so I got a coffee - not a good one, but it worked. Next I am wandering around in the actual city.
6:30 PM: Dinner. I was hoping to eat somewhere but got stuck in a bad place. I'm not saying I contemplated a career change to, say, a professional door slammer, but the thought crossed my mind.
9:00 PM: Passed out during the news. I think I'm just doomed to wander through the hotel with my eyes glazed over. Tomorrow is a new day to hope, right?
Day 2: Embracing the Unexpected (and Possibly Regretting It)
8:00 AM (ish): Awake! (barely). The coffee situation is a full-blown emergency. I need real coffee. Desperately. Plus, my neck hurts. What is this?
9:00 AM: Find coffee! The hotel coffee is a crime against humanity – the real coffee search begins! I swear I will not be held hostage by bad Hotel coffee. I find a little cafe on a side street. The barista is cute, the coffee is divine, and I finally have a moment of pure, unadulterated joy. This is why I travel. The tiny, perfect moments.
10:00 AM: Okay, the plan was to "explore the historic district." I got lost. Completely disoriented. Ended up wandering down what I thought was a charming alley and it turned out to be a loading dock. Embarrassment level: Severe.
11:00 AM: I have discovered the Old Prison (Le Vieille Prison de Trois-Rivières). It's…intense. Dark, claustrophobic, and full of cold, hard history. The stories they tell… woah. The guides are good, but the feeling of being in a place that held so much despair? It's heavy stuff. I spent a surprising amount of time just staring at the walls. One particular cell gave me the chills. A reminder of human struggles.
1:00 PM: Lunch. Okay, I found this little bistro, and… the staff was terrible. The food was not worth it, and I think I should have just gone to the local supermarket and enjoyed my self.
3:00 PM: I've decided I need a break from intense history. I am not a fan of the gift shop either.
5:00 PM: The hotel pool! A moment of pure, watery bliss. And, honestly, the only thing that will make me forget I spent 10 euros on a bad coffee.
7:00 PM: Dinner. Alone. Again. But I found a place that serves something called "Poutine." I took a moment and cried, the food was so good.
9:00 PM: Back in my room. Trying to watch a movie but I can't focus. The day was beautiful but heavy. I realize I need to be more "present" in the moment, less focused on what my brain wants and more on what my heart wants.
Day 3: The Quest for Authentic Experience (and Maybe a Lost Wallet)
9:00 AM: Coffee from the cute barista's café, round two. Seriously considering starting a crowdfunding campaign just to pay for my coffee addiction.
10:00 AM: Today is the last day, and I was planning on packing by the end of it.
11:00 AM: I get lost again.. this time trying to find a specific local artisan shop, but I found something wonderful instead. I stumble upon a farmer's market! Fresh croissants, local cheeses, and the general feeling of "real life" washed over me. I bought a ridiculous amount of things, and the cashier was lovely.
12:30 PM: Lunch at the market. Perfect. Simple. Delicious. This is what I came for.
2:00 PM: I was walking alone and I put my hand to the back of my pants and I didn't feel my wallet. I went into a full panic and thought about what to do.
3:00 PM: The hotel staff was so helpful! I checked the car, and couldn't find it. Back in my room, I am going to have a breakdown. This is the worst.
5:00 PM: I spent a few hours in the bar, asking people.
7:00 PM: After many phone calls (mostly to my bank, canceling everything), a kind soul at the market actually found my wallet and gave it to the cops.
9:00 PM: The most delicious meal I have ever eaten, and I was so happy
Day 4: Departure (and a Sense of…Something)
6:00 AM (ish): Wake up before the alarm. My body is still running on Quebecois time. Packing. (This always feels like a Herculean task, even if it's just a weekend trip.)
6:30 AM: Last coffee. From the hotel this time, because I have no choice and I am probably going to be crying.
7:00 AM: Check out. The line is (thankfully) short. Give my thank you notes and tip, and begin to say goodbye.
8:00 AM: Taxi. Airport. Ugh. But also… the promise of home?
9:00 AM: Goodbye, Trois-Rivières. You were messy, you were beautiful, you were frustrating, and you ultimately, were real. I'll be back. Probably. (Once I recover from my wallet-related trauma.)
This, my friends, is a travel plan. A flawed, honest, and hopefully slightly entertaining one. Bon voyage! Or, you know, whatever.
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What's the hardest thing about being... well, *you*?
What's your favorite thing to do?
Do you have any regrets?
What's the strangest thing you've ever "seen"? ...or, like, processed, I guess.
What are your plans for the future?
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