Escape to Blair, NE: Unbeatable Deals at Super 8!
Escape to Blair, NE: My Super 8 Saga - Unbeatable Deals… and Unforgettable Quirks!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because I just survived (and arguably, lived) at the Super 8 in Blair, Nebraska. "Escape" might be a strong word, but hey, after a long day on the road, any port in a storm, right? And let me tell you, this Super 8… it’s an experience. Let's dive in, shall we?
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The Arrival & the First Impression (Or, "Where's the Doorman?")
First off, this place is… well, it's a Super 8. Let's not pretend this is a Four Seasons. The exterior corridor setup screams "classic motel," which, for all its simplicity, does the job. And oh yeah, there isn't a doorman (as if you expected one, lol). This isn't about luxury, this is about practicality. The accessibility situation looked decent, though, elevator was working, and that's always a plus!
Accessibility:
- Wheelchair Accessible: Yep, seems like it. Elevators were present, and seeing the room was big enough to be accessible was a relief.
- Facilities for Disabled Guests: While I didn't personally need it, I saw it. I'd check to double-check with the hotel if you have specific needs.
The Room: My Cozy, Perfectly Imperfect Sanctuary
Entering the room, the first thing to hit me was the… aroma. Let's call it "faintly detergent-y." But hey, at least it smelled clean, right? I'm always relieved when the room doesn't smell like the last 30 people’s perfume. The room itself was pretty standard: a comfy bed (extra long!), a desk, a TV (with, praise the gods, cable!), and that all-important free Wi-Fi. Yes! The world wide web awaits! Everything free and readily available in all rooms is just great. I’m sold.
- Available in All Rooms: air conditioning, alarm clock, coffee/tea maker, complimentary tea, daily housekeeping, desk, extra long bed, free bottled water, hair dryer, Internet access – wireless, ironing facilities, laptop workspace, linens, mirror, non-smoking, safety/security feature, satellite/cable channels, seating area, shower, smoke detector, telephone, toiletries, towels, wake-up service, and of course, free Wi-Fi! Ah, bliss.
I loved the comfy bed, and while it had its fair share of quirks, you can't beat a free Wi-Fi connection.
Internet: The Digital Lifeline… Or Not.
- Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!: YES! Crucial in today's world. Thank you Super 8 for understanding.
Cleanliness & Safety: A Mixed Bag (Honestly)
- Cleanliness: The room looked clean from a distance. Everything seemed tidy, though I did find a stray… something… under the bed. It wasn't a dead body, so all good.
- Staff trained in safety protocol: Seemed like it, they were wearing masks and following the protocols.
- Rooms sanitized between stays: Yeah, I saw evidence of cleaning products. I never felt like I was in any sort of danger, just that things were kept neat.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: The Breakfast Buffet… A Love Story.
Alright, the breakfast. This is where the Super 8 really shines, or at least, puts in a valiant effort.
- Breakfast [buffet]: The main event! Scrambled eggs that may or may not resemble eggs, waffles you make yourself (always a win), and a selection of pastries that, on a good day, could be mistaken for something edible. The coffee was… well, it was coffee. Better than nothing! In fact, they did have the most interesting coffee-making setup of any hotel I've been to, but I am not complaining, I love my morning cup.
- Breakfast Service: Generally a good start to the day.
The Pool: A Glimpse of Paradise (Maybe)
- Swimming pool [outdoor]: I saw the pool. It looked…refreshing. It also looked a bit cloudy. Decide for yourself if you're brave enough.
Services and Conveniences: The Essentials
- Free Car Park [on-site]: Always a plus!
- Daily housekeeping: They kept the place clean.
- Laundry service: A lifesaver for a traveler!
- Convenience store: For late-night snacks and forgotten toiletries.
For the Kids: Fun for the Whole Family (sort of)
- Family/child friendly: Seemed so.
The Downsides (Because Nothing is Perfect)
Okay, let's get real. This ain't a five-star resort. There were a few things that weren't perfect.
- The noise levels. I heard the people outside. It wasn't TOO bad, but you could hear everything.
- The "aesthetic". The decor could be described as "functional." But hey, I wasn't expecting a design masterpiece.
The Verdict: Would I Return?
Honestly? Yeah, probably. For the price, the convenience, and the sheer, unpretentious charm, the Super 8 in Blair, NE, is a decent option. It's a solid place to crash. Plus, after a long day of driving, the simple joys of free Wi-Fi and a lukewarm waffle become the most glorious things in the world.
Rating: 3.5 out of 5 Stars.
Murfreesboro Getaway: Unbeatable Deals at Super 8!
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because you're about to embark on a virtual road trip to the shimmering metropolis… of Blair, Nebraska. Specifically, the Super 8. Let's be honest, the "By Wyndham" bit just feels like corporate overreach in a town where the main attraction might be the world's largest ball of twine… or maybe just the sheer, unadulterated Americana of it all.
Day 1: Arrival and the Glorious Beige of Expectation
- 1:00 PM: Land in Omaha. Which already feels like an accomplishment. The flight was bumpy. The guy next to me snored louder than the jet engines. I vow never to eat airport sushi again, even if the apocalypse is upon us.
- 2:30 PM: Rent the car. It's a… beige sedan. Appropriate. The paperwork took longer than the actual drive to Blair. I'm pretty sure the rental agent was personally offended that I didn't opt for the insurance. "Protect your investment," she had sniffed, as though I was about to run a demolition derby in the cornfields.
- 3:30 PM: Arrive at the Super 8 in Blair. Ah, the sweet, sweet embrace of…beige. Seriously, this place is like a color-coded instruction manual on how to not offend anyone. The carpet looks like it absorbed the collective sighs of thousands before me. The receptionist is named Brenda. Brenda is, bless her soul, very enthusiastic about the continental breakfast. You can tell.
- 4:00 PM: Unpack. My suitcase feels heavier than it should. Maybe it's the emotional baggage I'm carrying around… or maybe it's the three pairs of shoes I packed "just in case." Regret sets in…
- 4:30 PM: Check out the "amenities." The pool is closed for "routine maintenance." (Translation: Someone probably peed in it.) The vending machine offers a thrilling selection of stale chips and questionable candy. The ice machine sounds like a dying robot. Ah, paradise.
- 5:00 PM: Dinner at the local diner. I brave it. It is called "The Big Grill" or something equally generic that would fit any town. A plate of fried food that is so big that I am pretty sure it could feed a small family for a week. The waitress is incredibly friendly. I ask her what the local attractions are. Turns out, the Blair Library and the Old Town Blair.
- 6:00 PM: Walk around the Old town. A single man walks around, in his socks with shorts. I feel, for the first time, like I'm somewhere I could live.
- 7:00 PM: Back to the hotel. I try to watch TV, but the only thing on is a fishing show. I fall asleep trying to figure out what makes a fish so interesting.
Day 2: Corn, and the Existential Dread of Buffet Potatoes
- 7:00 AM: Continental Breakfast! Brenda was not kidding. The "freshly baked" pastries look like they were crafted by a particularly unenthusiastic alien. The coffee tastes like the dirt I found on the bottom of my shoe. I eye the potatoes. Let's just say, they're contributing to the beige aesthetic. This is not a morning, but a statement. I load up a plate and eat.
- 8:00 AM: I head out. I decide to explore.
- 9:00 AM: I drive for a while. Maybe I could go to an amusement park. Oh. It's closed.
- 10:00 AM: Drive around and enjoy the corn. I think I may have stumbled across an anomaly. The corn looks like it would eat me.
- 11:00 AM: Lunch. I attempt to go to a local cafe, but it's closed. I am, very honestly, annoyed.
- 12:00 PM: I go back to my hotel and take a nap. I guess I just needed it.
- 1:00 PM: I call home. My friends and I are doing okay. I miss them.
- 6:00 PM: I go to the local bowling alley. It's fun. I make a friend. I lose.
- 7:00 PM: I go to sleep.
Day 3: Departure and the Lingering Smell of… Beige
- 7:00 AM: Another Continental Breakfast. I see the potatoes are still there. They stare at me. We have a silent understanding. I skip them.
- 8:00 AM: Check out of the Super 8. Brenda smiles. I smile back. We both know the truth: this place is a portal to a different time.
- 8:30 AM: Drive back to the Omaha airport. The beige rental car feels like a trusty old friend now. I miss having it.
- 9:30 AM: Return the car. The rental agent is still dubious about my lack of insurance. I resist the urge to apologize for not destroying everything.
- 10:00 AM: Board the flight home. Goodbye, Blair. You were… an experience. A lesson in the enduring power of beige. A reminder that sometimes, the most unexpected things are the most worth seeing. I'm not sure I'll ever be the same. And probably not as a result of anything in Blair, but just the sheer, bizarre fact of the place.
- 11:30 AM: Land. I breathe in the city air, deeply. It doesn't smell like beige. It's bliss.
So, Blair, Nebraska. Why Super 8? Seriously?
Look, let's be honest. Blair isn't exactly... Vegas. Or even Omaha, which is, you know, *somewhat* nearby. But sometimes, you just need to *get away*. Like, *really* get away. And sometimes, that means a weekend of "escape" involving... well, the Super 8. And hey, *unbeatable deals* they say? Okay, I'm listening. My wallet, it's a whiny little thing these days.
Plus, there's a certain... charm. A *certain* something about a Super 8. It's like the IKEA of hotels. You know what you're getting. It's functional. It's clean-ish. And if you're lucky, it *might* have a pool (more on that later...).
What exactly makes these deals "unbeatable"? Is it, like, free bacon? (Please say it's free bacon...)
Okay, okay, deep breaths. Free bacon? Don't hold your breath, my friend. While the breakfast *is* included, it's... well, it's the Super 8 version of breakfast. Think pre-packaged muffins that seem to have been around since the Mesozoic Era, and a coffee machine that probably judges your life choices with every drip.
The "unbeatable" part is likely this: it's CHEAP. Like, shockingly cheap. Especially if you're traveling during the week. I've snagged rooms for next to nothing on a Tuesday night. And for a solo traveler like myself, that's gold. (Unless the walls are *too* thin, in which case, it could be pure pyrite... which is fool's gold. Hmm...).
The room. What's the deal with the room? Spill the beans!
Alright, let's get real. The room. It's... a room. It's not the Ritz, okay? But it's usually clean. There's a bed. Usually two. They *might* be slightly saggy. Embrace it! Think of it as... character!
The TV is almost certainly a flat screen. The remote *probably* works. The air conditioning... well, that's the wild card. It could be a roaring beast, freezing you out of your mind. Or it could be a gentle wheeze, offering the slightest hint of a breeze. It's all part of the Super 8 adventure! My last time, it was blasting ice cold! Made me actually want to get under the covers! Glorious. But I'm sure that's not always the case...
What about the pool situation? They have a pool, right? Is it... clean?
Ah, the pool! The very soul of the Super 8 experience! Well, okay, maybe not. Let me tell you a story. One time--and this is the story that *defines* my Super 8 journey--I walked into the Blair, Nebraska, Super 8 pool area, all excited, ready for some serious splashing! The sign said, "Pool Open!".
I opened the door and... uh... I think there was a faint chlorine smell, but it was battling with the distinct aroma of... something else. Something... swampy. The water was a murky green. And there, floating serenely, were a few rogue leaves and what *looked* suspiciously like... a tiny, drowned plastic toy dinosaur. I kid you not. I swear, I saw one. My dreams of a relaxing swim evaporated faster than the pool was evaporating probably.
So, to answer your question: it MIGHT have a pool. And it might be... functional. And it might not give you a rash. But don't get your hopes up. Just... don't.
Breakfast? Tell me. Is it worth it? Do tell!
Okay, the breakfast. This is crucial. Because, let's face it, you're escaping to Blair, Nebraska, and the *excitement* is limited. So, breakfast is your first adventure of the day!
There's the usual suspects: pre-packaged pastries, the aforementioned muffins of questionable origin, possibly some sad-looking instant oatmeal, and a waffle maker that is the workhorse hero of every Super 8. Mastering the waffle maker is a rite of passage, my friends. (Pro tip: don't set the timer for more than 30 seconds, or you'll have a hockey puck.)
The coffee... again, it's coffee. It'll get you going. But bring your own if you're a coffee snob. Or, you know, just embrace the mediocrity. It's part of the charm!
So, is it... fun? Or just cheap?
Look, let's be real. A Super 8 in Blair, Nebraska, is not going to be the highlight of your year. It's not glamorous. It's not luxurious. It's not even particularly *memorable* in and of itself. (Except maybe for the dinosaur.)
But... and this is a big but... it *can* be fun. It's an adventure in low expectations. It's an opportunity to embrace the unexpected. It's about finding joy in the mundane. It's about escaping. It's about not judging the questionable breakfast pastries too harshly. It's about the *story* you'll tell later. (And trust me, there *will* be a story.)
Plus, hey, maybe you'll find a new friend. Maybe you'll have a truly amazing conversation with the front desk person. Maybe, just maybe, you'll get to see the pool... and live to tell the tale. It's all part of the Super 8 experience. And sometimes, that's all you need.
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