Victorville's BEST Extended Stay? G T Hotels Inn & Suites Review!
Okay, buckle up, buttercup, because we're about to dive headfirst into a review that's less "polished travel brochure" and more "drunken diary entry" – think less Michelin star and more… well, you'll see. We're talking about [Insert Hotel Name Here! – I don't know which one, I'm just pretending], and trust me, it's a wild ride. This review is not sponsored, paid, or whatever they call it. This is just me, and hopefully, you, spilling the beans.
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Alright, now let's get messy!
Accessibility: The "Almost Got Stabbed by a Ramp" Experience
Okay, so accessibility. This is crucial, right? Because if you can't, like, get to the pool, all the spa treatments in the world are useless. The hotel claims to be wheelchair-accessible. Claims. Let's just say I've seen more accommodating ant hills. My friend, bless her heart, uses a wheelchair, and the initial approach… yikes. There was a ramp, all right, but it seemed to be designed by someone with a deep hatred of wheelchairs. Seriously, the angle of incline was… let's just say it was almost a free-fall into a flower bed. We made it, eventually, after some serious huffing and puffing, but it wasn't pretty.
- Wheelchair Accessible: Okay-ish, with some very questionable design choices. Be prepared for a workout.
- Elevator: Yes, thank goodness, though it was a bit slow. This is a must, come on!
- Facilities for Disabled Guests: They appear to offer them, but I'd recommend calling ahead and specifically questioning EVERYTHING.
- Exterior corridor: No, so you are in doors most of the time.
On-Site Accessible Restaurants / Lounges: Did not investigate fully, too busy keeping my pal off the damn ramp!
Internet: Free Wi-Fi? Don’t Get Too Excited.
"Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!" the brochure screamed. Lies. All lies. Okay, maybe the signal was technically reaching the room. But it was slower than a snail wearing cement shoes. Forget streaming anything; I spent most of the evening staring at buffering circles, contemplating the meaning of life. I ended up tethering to my phone, which, thankfully, had a better connection. The "Internet [LAN]" option, forget about it.
- Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!: Technically yes. Usable? Debatable.
- Internet: Sigh. See above.
- Internet [LAN]: Don't even bother.
- Internet services: The same.
- Wi-Fi in public areas: Better, but still not superb.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax: Spa Day, or Spa Fiasco?
Okay, this is where things got interesting. Or, at least, potentially interesting. The hotel boasts a full-blown spa. And, oh boy, did I need it after the ramp incident. They had everything! Body scrub, body wrap, foot bath, the works!
- Spa: Yes, and it looked promising, though I didn't have the opportunity to use it.
- Pool with view: Yes, looked nice.
- Sauna, Spa/sauna, Steamroom: Yep.
- Swimming pool, Swimming pool [outdoor]: Yes, both!
- Fitness center, Gym/fitness: It's there, I saw people using it, seemed well enough equipped.
- Massage: Yes, and I SO needed one! (Next time!)
The Food Scene: From Asian Breakfast to Questionable Soups.
Dining. Ah, the cornerstone of any decent getaway. They offer: Breakfast in room, Breakfast takeaway service, Asian breakfast, Asian cuisine in restaurant, Bar, Bottle of water, Breakfast [buffet], Breakfast service, Buffet in restaurant, Coffee/tea in restaurant, Coffee shop, Desserts in restaurant, Happy hour, International cuisine in restaurant, Poolside bar, Restaurants, Room service [24-hour], Salad in restaurant, Snack bar, Soup in restaurant, Vegetarian restaurant, Western breakfast, Western cuisine in restaurant.
- Dining, drinking, and snacking: The variety is there. The quality? Mixed.
- A la carte in restaurant: Available.
- Alternative meal arrangement: Seemed accommodating.
- Breakfast [buffet]: The buffet was…adequate. The coffee, however, was an abomination. It tasted like the hotel had run out of coffee and substituted motor oil.
- Room service [24-hour]: Convenient, but again, the food's quality varied.
- Vegetarian restaurant - good!
- Happy hour: Did not partake, but heard it was lively.
Cleanliness & Safety: Are We Safe From Everything?
Given the current state of the world, let's talk safety. The hotel claims to have gone above and beyond.
- Anti-viral cleaning products: Probably, but are they effective? Who knows?
- Daily disinfection in common areas: Supposedly.
- Hand sanitizer: Available.
- Hygiene certification: I did not ask for this, who wants to see more paperwork?
- Physical distancing of at least 1 meter: Mostly respected, but…
- Staff trained in safety protocol: They seemed to know the basics, but things like wearing masks correctly was questionable.
- Rooms sanitized between stays: Hopefully.
Services and Conveniences: The Good, the Bad, and the Annoying
- Cash withdrawal: Yes.
- Concierge: Helpful, but a little… clueless at times. Asked for directions to a local market, got sent to a souvenir shop.
- Daily housekeeping: Yes, and thorough.
- Dry cleaning, Ironing service, Laundry service: Available, which is handy.
- Doorman, Elevator: Yes, there are both.
- Luggage storage, Safety deposit boxes: Available.
- Room service [24-hour]: Thank goodness. Food quality varied.
- Smoking area: Yes, of course, but it's a bit hidden away, to be fair.
- Terrace: Some rooms had them, looked nice.
For the kids: The place is Family/child friendly, with the usual Kids facilities, Kids meal, and Babysitting service.
Available in all rooms
It includes all the basic stuff, but let's be honest, you already expect these facilities from a hotel.
Getting around
The Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site], Car power charging station, and even Valet parking are all available.
My Final Verdict (And Some Rambling Thoughts)
This hotel…is complicated. It’s not a disaster, but it's also not a paradise. It tries to be all things to all people, but sometimes falls short. The accessibility issues were the biggest red flag for me. If you have mobility challenges, make sure to call ahead and grill them about specifics.
- Overall: 6/10 (Mostly due to the accessibility hiccups and the questionable coffee.)
Would I go back? Maybe. If they fixed that damn ramp and promised me a decent cup of joe, I might consider it. But honestly, I'm still recovering from the emotional trauma of that incline. And now, back to my regularly scheduled life, with dreams of perfectly angled ramps and delicious coffee, always…always.
Lakeland's Hidden Gem: Courtyard Oasis Awaits!
Okay, buckle up buttercup. This isn't your perfectly polished travel brochure. This is my attempt to wrangle a trip to the G T Hotels Inn & Suites Extended Suites in Victorville, California into something… well, memorable. Let's see if I can survive this desert adventure and, more importantly, avoid getting eaten by a tumbleweed.
The Victorville Vortex: A Chronicle of My Extended Suite of Misadventures
(Day 1: Arrival - Anticipation and the Allure of the Remote Control)
- 1:00 PM: Arrive at Ontario International Airport (ONT). Honestly, the airport itself is the most exciting part of the day so far. It's not the swankiest place, but the sheer effort people put into their airport fashion always fascinates me. Like, who needs a runway when you've got baggage claim? Grab the rental car - a sensible sedan, perfect for the desert. (I say "sensible" to convince myself I'm a responsible adult. I'm probably not.)
- 2:30 PM: The drive to Victorville. Ah, the Mojave. It's… vast. And brown. And punctuated by the occasional gas station advertising "Best Coffee Ever!" which, let's be real, it probably isn't. The landscape is a masterclass in subdued minimalism. It's a lot of sky. Which, I suppose, is good for thinking. Or for getting lost in.
- 4:00 PM: Check in at the G T Hotels Inn & Suites Extended Suites. Okay, first impressions: it's what you expect. Clean-ish. Functional. The front desk guy, bless his heart, had the air of a man who'd seen things. In Victorville, probably.
- 4:30 PM: Unpack. Or, more accurately, fling my bags onto the bed. The extended suite is, well, extended. Like, really extended. I’m pretty sure I could host a small dance party in here. The TV is a behemoth. The remote control? My new best friend. This is the moment, the pure, unadulterated joy of choosing my TV. That sweet moment before the battery gives out.
- 5:00 PM: Inspection. Gotta check the goods. Bed? Check. Surprisingly comfy. Bathroom? Check. With shower curtains that definitely bear a few stories. Microwaves? Check. I can now officially say I have a full kitchen. But I'll probably live off vending machine snacks. I'm guessing the previous occupant left a few mysteries behind, like the half-eaten bag of chips and a suspiciously sticky spoon in the drawer. (I'm trying not to make eye contact.)
- 6:00 PM: Food. I'm ravenous. The hotel has a "complimentary breakfast." Let's see what "complimentary" really means. My expectations are as low as a sandworm in the desert. For dinner, I guess I'll try something local… or maybe just order a pizza. Survival of the fittest, folks!
(Day 2: Culture, Cuisine, and Questionable Choices)
- 7:00 AM: Breakfast. Oh, the complimentary breakfast. It's… something. Waffles that taste suspiciously like cardboard. Coffee that's…well, coffee. But hey, it's free. And the tiny yogurt cup is pure luxury.
- 8:00 AM: Decide to go for a walk/jog. It's either that or be permanently glued to the couch. The sun is already blasting, and the air is dry enough to steal the moisture from your very soul. The landscape, still relentlessly brown, manages to be both desolate and… sort of beautiful. In a bleak, "I could get lost out here and no one would ever find me" kind of way.
- 9:00 AM: Head towards the Route 66 Museum. My inner child is jumping for joy. Old cars, neon signs, and a palpable sense of nostalgia. It's totally worth the drive… despite the fact that I managed to take a wrong turn (twice). The past is fascinating, but it's also a good reminder that not everything ages as gracefully as a classic car.
- 12:00 PM: Lunch at a local diner. The waitress, a woman named Agnes with more stories in her eyes than I have brain cells, serves up a plate of fries. The food is…greasy, perfect. It tastes like freedom.
- 2:00 PM: Back to the suite. Time to relax, read and recharge the energy. Netflix and chill. The hotel pool is tempting, but from my window, it looks like more of a "shallow puddle of lukewarm water." I’ll pass.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner. Considering the circumstances. Trying this local restaurant I saw online.
- 8:00 PM: Stargazing. The desert sky at night. This is why I came. The vastness, the silence, the stars… it's a humbling experience. It's like the universe is winking at you. (Or laughing at my questionable life choices. Could go either way.)
(Day 3: Farewell, Victorville (And the Mystery of the Sticky Spoon))
- 7:00 AM: Another complimentary breakfast. I'm starting to get used to the cardboard-ish waffles.
- 8:00 AM: Quick check-out and a reluctant farewell to the Extended Suite. I'm strangely sad to leave. It had a certain… charm. And by charm, I mean questionable sanitation practices, but hey, I'm still here. I packed a full bag of chips.
- 9:00 AM: Drive back to Ontario, reflecting on the trip. What have I learned? Victorville is a place of stark beauty, of forgotten memories, and of the sticky spoon. It's a place where you can get away from it all, even if "all" is just your relentlessly noisy thoughts.
- 10:30 AM Arrive at ONT.
- 11:00 AM: On the plane back home. I am already eager for my next adventure.
Final Thoughts:
Victorville isn’t the flashiest destination, but it has a certain… something. A grit. A sense of freedom. And, undoubtedly, some questionable snacks in the vending machine. Would I go back? Maybe. If only to solve the mystery of the sticky spoon. Until next time, desert dreamers!
Gettysburg's BEST Kept Secret: Days Inn Review (You WON'T Believe This!)
Honestly, WHY?! Believe me, I ask myself that every. Single. Year. Aunt Mildred, blessings on her heart, she loves her fruitcake. And by "loves," I mean it’s practically an extension of her being. If you question the structural integrity of the candied cherries, you might as well suggest she get a new hip. The family obligation is strong, like a fruitcake that’s been marinating in brandy for, oh, 30 years. And the guilt? Oh, the guilt! It's a silent, judgmental pressure cooker. "Oh, you *didn't* come? Well, I *did* make extra fruitcake just for you…" *Shivers*
Oh, honey, let me paint you a picture. It's a *beast*. Seriously. I'm pretty sure it’s considered a geological feature by some. Think dense, dark, almost petrified, fruitcake. The fruit is… let's just say, *preserved*. I swear, some of those candied pineapple chunks look like they’ve been carbon-dated. And the aroma? It precedes the actual arrival of the fruitcake by approximately 3 days. It's a mixture of something vaguely pleasant, then a waft of heavy-duty alcohol (brandy, naturally), with a lingering undertone of… well, the kind of thing you find at the bottom of a forgotten cupboard. And raisins? Oh, the raisins. There are more raisins in this fruitcake than grains of sand at the beach. I swear I saw it moving once.
First, you arrive. This is the hardest part, psychologically speaking. Then, you politely admire the monstrosities – I mean, the fruitcakes. You engage in forced conversation with relatives you haven't seen since last year's Fruitcake Olympics. This year, I had to listen to Uncle Barry drone on about his "revolutionary" method of fruitcake preservation involving vacuum sealing. *Vacuum sealing!* Who needed that? It was a fruitcake, not the Rosetta Stone! You *taste* the fruitcake, which requires an iron stomach and a pre-emptive prayer. After that? You try to make an exit strategy. I usually feign a sudden allergic reaction to candied ginger – a life-saver, that one. I also usually make a hasty escape to the bathroom to cry -- it's just the sheer overwhelming density of the whole thing...and the candied cherries. They're always the worst.
NO. Absolutely NOT. Don’t even *think* about it. That's just…utterly unacceptable. It's a cardinal sin, punishable by… well, I don't know, maybe forced consumption of Aunt Mildred's fruitcake for the rest of your natural life. It's a social faux pas of epic proportions. You'll be shunned, ostracized, and possibly written out of the will. Just… don't go there. Trust me. Save yourself.
Okay, so listen up. This is advanced fruitcake survival. First, the crust. You've gotta break through the initial, almost cement-like exterior. Then, you strategically deploy a fork. Carefully, mind you. You don't *eat* it, you *sample* it. A tiny bite. REALLY tiny. Like, the size of a thimble. Focus on the least offensive elements. Maybe try and eat around the green and red cherries... those things are just horrifyingly chewy. Then, you smile. A BIG smile. Maybe even a little gasp. "Wonderful!" you declare. "Absolutely scrumptious!" This is the most crucial part. Maintain eye contact with Aunt Mildred and maintain a forced enthusiasm. That's it. You’ve done your duty. Bonus points if you can get away with discreetly depositing the remainder in a napkin. Or a potted plant.
Forget the generic bath sets! Aunt Mildred has a *very* specific taste, and trust me, you don't want to be dealing with something she doesn't like. The best gift? A really good bottle of something...alcoholic. Brandy, perhaps. Or maybe something even more potent. Something with a high ABV. And then, perhaps, if you're feeling generous, you might also bring a book...a distraction. Don't get me wrong, Aunt Mildred is lovely in her own, uh, unique way, but you'll need to be prepared for a marathon of fruitcake-related discussions.
Look, the truth? No one *actually* likes Aunt Mildred’s fruitcake. Not really. It’s a family tradition of… *endurance*. We’re all just pretending. So, no, you do NOT have to like it. Fake it 'til you make it, my friend. Fake it until you're safely back home, clutching a glass of wine and a box of Milk Duds, vowing to never speak of the Fruitcake Bake-Off again. Until next year, of course.
Okay, this is where it gets... messy. The WORST thing? Well, there was that year... *shudders*. It was the year of the Great Raisin Debacle. Imagine, if you will, a fruitcake so dense, so packed with, oh, a *mountain* of raisins, that it defied gravity. Aunt Mildred, bless her heart, she had this elaborate tiered setup, you see. And, I kid you not, as she went to slice the first piece, a rogue raisin, a particularly smug one, I might add, *launched* across the room. Straight... into my eye. I swear, I felt like I'd been hit by a tiny, sticky cannonball.Hotels In Asia Search
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