Detroit's BEST Kept Secret? This Hotel Will SHOCK You!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we’re diving headfirst into… Detroit’s BEST Kept Secret? This Hotel Will SHOCK You! Or, at least, that’s the clickbait-y title. Let's see if it delivers. Because honestly, after the week I've had, I need a getaway. And if this place gives me even a hint of zen - I'm buying stock.
First, I need to be clear: this is not, I repeat, NOT a perfectly polished review. I’m going to call it like I see it, which means – buckle up, folks – we're going deep.
The Basics (Let's Get the Boring Stuff Out of the Way)
- SEO-Friendly (Trying My Best!) Accessibility: The hotel boasts a few things.
- Wheelchair Accessible: Now, that's important, because I'm not exactly built for marathons, and I appreciate a place that welcomes everyone. I'd want to check out specific room details and confirm which rooms are the most easily accessible before booking.
- Internet Access is Key, Free Wi-Fi in All Rooms! YES. I work from my laptop, and in a desperate attempt to be productive, I need to get online.
- Internet [LAN]: Another plus, for those who roll that way.
- Internet services: Probably a business center and options for printing, etc.
- Wi-Fi in public areas: Again, good.
Cleanliness and Safety: My OCD Soul Jumps for Joy (And Then Whispers "Are you Sure?")
- Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily Disinfection, Sanitized Kitchen and Tableware – Okay, that's comforting. After the year we've had, I'm all for a clean getaway. I would be very suspicious of a place didn't, frankly.
- Hand sanitizer, Staff trained in safety protocol, Individually-wrapped food options A+ to all of the above.
- Room sanitization opt-out available: That's interesting. Do they offer the option to not sanitize? 🤔 I’m imagining a conspiracy theory. Either way, good to have the option.
- Physical distancing of at least 1 meter: Check.
- Rooms sanitized between stays: Essential.
- Cashless payment service: Fine by me. I'm usually all for the freedom of cash, but with everything going on, I'll pay with my card.
- Professional-grade sanitizing services, Sterilizing equipment: Okay, they’re serious. Good. Makes me feel a little less like I’m going to bring home every virus.
- Safe dining setup: I hope the dining setup doesn't look like a high school cafeteria. I demand ambiance!
- Shared stationery removed: Smart. Who wants someone else's pen when we all have our own.
- Hygiene certification: Very good to know.
- Hot water linen and laundry washing: Thank you!
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: My Personal Utopia Has a Bar
- Restaurants, Bar, Coffee shop, Snack bar, Poolside bar: Hold my margarita. I'm in. Seriously, a poolside bar is practically a requirement for a relaxing getaway. I live for a day where I can have a quick bite and a cocktail in the pool.
- Breakfast [buffet], A la carte in restaurant, Buffet in restaurant, Coffee/tea in restaurant: Good options! Though I have mixed feelings about buffet.
- Desserts in restaurant, Soup in restaurant: Yes, yes, and yes again. If they have a good soup, I’m sold.
- Room service [24-hour]: Now we're talking. Because let's be honest, sometimes you just want to eat pizza in your pajamas at 2 AM.
- Asian cuisine in restaurant, Western cuisine in restaurant: I’m an adventurous eater. I love a good mix of cuisines.
- Vegetarian restaurant, Alternative meal arrangement: Excellent. They are catering to everyone, and I love that.
- Happy hour: Ding ding ding! Winner!
- Bottle of water: A must.
- Salad in restaurant: Healthy options…I'll pretend I'll order it.
- Breakfast takeaway service: Perfect.
Services and Conveniences: Because Life Shouldn't Be Harder
- Air conditioning in public area (and rooms, I assume): Necessary. Detroit summers can get brutal.
- Business facilities: If they're going to make me work, at least they have facilities.
- Cash withdrawal, Concierge, Contactless check-in/out: Easy.
- Convenience store, Currency exchange, Daily housekeeping, Doorman, Dry cleaning, Elevator: They sound like they're trying to cater to me.
- Facilities for disabled guests: Check.
- Food delivery: Yes!
- Gift/souvenir shop: I’m a sucker for a souvenir. Especially if it's something kitschy.
- Ironing service, Laundry service, Luggage storage, Meeting/banquet facilities: Practical, all of them.
- On-site event hosting, Outdoor venue for special events: Interesting…wedding vibes?
- Safety deposit boxes: Secure.
- Smoking area: Necessary, if you're that way.
- Terrace: I love a good terrace!
- Air Filter?: I want a terrace with filtered air.
For the Kids (Or, More Accurately, For the People Who Don't Have Kids… Like Me)
- Babysitting service: Score for the parents! But also…score for the peace and quiet. Because, you know…
- Family/child friendly, Kids facilities, Kids meal: A lot of hotels do not have any option for kids (I'm thrilled!), but if it also has these offerings, then it clearly works for a wide variety of clientele.
Getting Around (The Real World Part)
- Airport transfer: YES!
- Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site], Valet parking: All good. I'm all for someone else parking my car.
- Taxi service: Always a good thing.
Available in All Rooms (The Nitty-Gritty)
- Air conditioning, Alarm clock, Bathrobes, Bathroom phone: I'm going to need those bathrobes.
- Blackout curtains, Carpeting: Essential for good sleep if you're going to relax.
- Closet, Coffee/tea maker: I NEED my coffee.
- Free bottled water, Hair dryer: You guys are getting the hang of this.
- In-room safe box, Internet access – wireless, Ironing facilities, Laptop workspace, Linens: Very helpful.
- Mini bar, Non-smoking, Private bathroom, Reading light, Refrigerator, Satellite/cable channels, Scale, Seating area: That scale could be dangerous.
- Separate shower/bathtub, Shower, Slippers, Smoke detector, Sofa, Soundproofing, Telephone, Toiletries, Towels, Umbrella, Visual alarm, Wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free], Window that opens: All the things. Basically everything I need in the room when I'm traveling.
Things to Do (Because Relaxation is a Spectator Sport)
- Body scrub, Body wrap: Ooh, pampering. Sold.
- Fitness center, Gym/fitness: Gotta work off those cocktails somehow.
- Massage, Pool with view, Sauna, Spa, Spa/sauna, Steamroom, Swimming pool, Swimming pool [outdoor]: Okay, THIS is what I'm talking about. A pool with a view? Spa? Sauna? I'm starting to feel the stress just drain away.
- Couple's Room: Perfect for a getaway.
- Proposal Spot: Ok wow, I'm starting to like this hotel.
The Big Question: Is it REALLY Detroit's "Best Kept Secret"?
Honestly, I don't know. I haven't been there. But based on this (admittedly overwhelming) list, it sounds like a pretty darn good place. It's hitting all the right notes: cleanliness, convenience, a strong offering of dining and relaxing options, and seemingly all the right amenities.
My Personal Anecdote and Imperfections (Because I Can't Just be a Robot)
Let's be honest, I'm a sucker for a good spa. And the pool with the view? That's calling my name like a siren song. I'm picturing myself, slathered in a body wrap, sipping a tropical cocktail, and finally, FINALLY, unplugging. And the ability to opt-out of room sanitization? Intriguing. I can either take that as an offer of privacy or just a huge red flag. I'm going to sit on that for a bit.
**So, Does This Hotel "Shock
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Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your grandma's travel itinerary. This is… my Holiday Inn Express Detroit-Birmingham by IHG survival guide. We're aiming for a chaotic, beautiful mess, just like life.
Day 1: Arrival & Mild Panic
1:00 PM: Touched down at Detroit Metro (DTW). The airport? Honestly, it gave me those post-apocalyptic vibes I'd been secretly craving. Massive, echo-y, and somehow… lonely? Found the rental car – blessedly, it was an automatic because, let's be real, my manual driving skills peaked in high school. Immediately, I was lost. The GPS lady, bless her synthetic heart, kept telling me to "recalculate". Pretty sure I offended her spatial reasoning algorithms about four times before finally reaching the promised land: The Holiday Inn Express!
2:30 PM: Check-in. The front desk clerk, bless his patient soul, recognized the "deer in headlights" look and gave me a complimentary warm chocolate chip cookie. Score! Room… fine. Cleanish. The carpet pattern, though? Let's just say it was trying to compete with the floral wallpaper in my aunt's guest room. Made a mental note to pack earplugs for the potential street noise.
3:30 PM: Unpacked. I need to figure out how to be a minimalist, or at least a pack-light-er. So, I have a million outfits for a 3-day trip. I'm living my best life, who cares anymore, I'm here to have fun.
4:00 PM: I got a sudden craving, a desperate yearning for… a burger. Found a diner near the hotel, "Bob's Burgers & Brews" – obviously, the name sealed the deal. The burger? Glorious. A greasy, juicy symphony of flavor. I could have licked the plate. Only the plate. Did I? Maybe. Don't judge.
5:30 PM: Strolled around the Birmingham downtown area. Cute, but a little too… polished? Like a movie set. I felt like a grumpy bear plopped into Beverly Hills.
7:00 PM: Back to the hotel. The allure of a comfortable bed and fluffy pillows were too great to resist. It's going to be a long night, and I am not ready.
Day 2: Ford, Art, and Existential Dread
- 9:00 AM: Breakfast at the hotel. The continental situation was… standard. Waffles that look like they've been sitting under a heat lamp all day? Check. Pre-packed yogurt parfaits that taste like processed sadness? Check. Coffee that vaguely resembles coffee? Check. Managed to choke down a waffle and mentally scheduled my first therapy session upon my return.
- 10:00 AM: The Henry Ford Museum of American Innovation. Honestly, this place is HUGE. And fascinating. Stood in awe of the Rosa Parks bus. Just… chills. Also saw a vast collection of cars - including the actual car. I am not a "car person", but seeing those vintage beauties in their original form was… genuinely cool. Ford was amazing in every sense of the word, and the story, just everything!
- 1:00 PM: Lunch. Found a little deli nearby and procured a sandwich the size of my head. Ate it in the car because I have zero patience for rules.
- 2:00 PM: Detroit Institute of Arts (DIA). The art! My gosh, the art! The Diego Rivera murals were stunning. The sheer scale, the emotion… I just stood there, mouth agape. Art did me good. I felt my life finally making sense, a little bit at least.
- 5:00 PM: Got a little lost trying to navigate back to Birmingham. Ended up driving through some neighborhoods and had a moment of intense, unshakeable, and frankly depressing, Existential Dread. Like, what am I doing with my life? Why am I here? Am I supposed to eat more sandwiches? Where am I? Got back onto the main road and blasted some power pop until the feeling retreated.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner at a pizza place that was probably okay, but I honestly couldn't appreciate it because I was still battling personal Demons.
- 7:30 PM: Back at the hotel. Watched some terrible television and ordered a pizza. Sometimes, you just need a pizza. And a cry. No judgment.
Day 3: Shopping, Coffee, and the Drive Home of Doom
- 9:00 AM: Breakfast. The waffles were slightly less depressing than yesterday. Small victories, people, small victories!
- 10:00 AM: Shopping! Because retail therapy is a legitimate form of therapy, fight me. Birmingham has some cute shops.
- 12:00 PM: Coffee at a cute little café. Read a book and pretended I was a sophisticated person who drinks coffee at cafés. Enjoyed pretending.
- 1:00 PM: Last-minute lunch. Had a panini that was probably the best thing I ate the entire trip. Now, my taste buds are happy.
- 2:00 PM: Headed back to the hotel to check out.
- 2:30 PM: Checked out. The friendly desk lady asked about my experience. I said it was good.
- 3:00 PM: The drive home. This time, it was so much easier!
- 5:00 PM: Arrived home. Exhausted. Happy. Already planning my next adventure, wherever it leads.
- 5:30 PM: Unpack… Later. Nap first.
Final Thoughts:
Detroit/Birmingham. It's a mixed bag. A little rough around the edges, but with a surprising amount of heart and grit. The Holiday Inn Express was… well, it was a Holiday Inn Express. Functional. The real magic, though, was in the unexpected moments, the greasy burgers, the art that moved me, and the reminder that even amidst existential dread, life is still worth living (and eating a giant sandwich). I'll be back. Hopefully, with a better sense of direction and a less fragmented soul. Wish me luck.
**Escape to Milan: Chic Navigli Apartment Awaits!**
So, what *is* this "Best Kept Secret"? Spill the beans already!
Alright, alright, I'm getting there (mostly). I *think* it's called… well, let's say, "The Glimmering Gatsby Inn" (not the real name, protecting the innocent). It’s supposed to be a fancy-pants boutique hotel in… well, it's in Detroit. Specifics are vague, which, looking back, should have been my first red flag. It's supposedly got history, character, and… wait for it… *affordable luxury*. Yeah. I went in blind. And came out, well… seeing things.
"Affordable luxury"? Seriously? What's the catch? (There's ALWAYS a catch.)
Oh, sweet summer child. The catch is... well, it's multi-layered. First, the *affordable* part is relative. Compared to the Ritz? Yeah, cheaper. Compared to your grandma's basement? Definitely not. Then there's the *luxury*. Think… charmingly worn. Think… slightly questionable plumbing. Think… a certain *je ne sais quoi* of dust and faded glory. I’d say the luxury is more about the *idea* of it. Let's just say, my expectations were *massively* surpassed. In all the wrong ways. I did see a chandelier, once. Briefly.
Okay, paint me a picture. What was the *room* like?
The room… oh, the room. Okay, so imagine a stage set for a play about a forgotten era trying to reclaim its former glory. My room was, shall we say, *themed*. The theme? "Clandestine Librarian with a Whiskey Problem". Seriously, the wallpaper was peeling, the furniture looked like it had lived through the roaring twenties (and maybe a few nuclear winters), and the "antique" desk wobbled dangerously. The bed? Comfortable enough, I guess. But the headboard? It leaned *menacingly* towards the ceiling. It felt like it was plotting something, or perhaps just contemplating the existential dread of being a headboard. And the *smell*? A mix of stale air, old books, and a faint whiff of desperation. I'm not kidding!
What about the staff? Were they helpful, or... were they part of the mystery?
The staff… hmm. "Eccentric" is the kindest word. The person who checked me in looked like they were about to head off for a shift at a Dickens-themed production. They were… *friendly*, in a vaguely unsettling way. They knew all the details, which, to be honest, felt like they'd been waiting decades for me. They'd give you a friendly wink and tell you all about the local restaurants (that were mostly closed). I’m pretty sure the dude at the front desk *knew* about the headboard’s agenda. Maybe. Don't ask. And the cleaning staff seemed to arrive when I least expected – and left before I knew they'd even been there. It was all very mysterious, and, you know… concerning.
Any quirks or memorable moments? Spill the tea!
Oh, honey, you have *no idea*. Okay, so first, the elevator. It was older than my grandma (and probably in worse shape). I swear, it belched and groaned with every ascent. I took the stairs after about the second try, scared I'd get stuck in it. Then there was the "continental breakfast." Think, stale bagels, questionable orange juice, and a coffee machine that sounded like it was about to explode. My favorite moment, though? Discovering a tiny, faded postcard tucked inside the room's old leather-bound guest book. It read: "Please forgive the haunting. We’re working on it. – The Management." LOL! I didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or run screaming into the Detroit night. (I considered all three, tbh.)
Would you recommend it? Be honest!
Okay, here’s the brutal truth. As you might guess... maybe. Seriously, it’s complicated. If you're looking for a sterile, predictable hotel experience? Run. Run far, far away. But if you're the kind of person who enjoys a healthy dose of the unexpected? Someone who enjoys a story? Someone who appreciates the slightly *off-kilter* charm of a place that refuses to conform? Then… maybe. (Just pack your own air freshener and earplugs) It's a *memorable* experience, good or bad. And let's be honest, sometimes those are the best kind. Would I go back? Hmm… If I needed to write a novel based on a very strange lodging experience? Yes. Otherwise? Probably not anytime soon. My credit card is still recovering.
What's the one thing you'll never forget?
Definitely the headboard. Always. The way it silently *loomed*. The way I swear the dust bunnies on the floor seemed to be bowing to it.. I'm getting chills just thinking about it. I still wake up sometimes, convinced it's going to fall on me. That headboard was a whole *vibe*. A very… *intense* vibe. It redefined the meaning of "room with a view" (it was *watching*). I still get the occasional email offering a discount, which I quickly delete. It will forever be etched in my memory. And my nightmares.
So, is it really a "Best Kept Secret"?
Yeah. Probably. Because if everyone knew about it, the mystery would be *gone*, and the world just wouldn't be the same. And honestly, I kind of need a good story. So, yeah. "Best Kept Secret?" Definitely. Whether it's a *good* secret... well, that's up to you. You’ve been warned.
