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Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into a review that's less a polished diamond and more a sparkly, wonderfully messy, and deeply human experience. We're talking about a hotel, and I'm gonna lay it all bare – the good, the bad, the utterly bizarre. And trust me, there's a lot of bizarre.
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Now, for the REAL deal…
So, I stayed at a place… let's call it "The Gilded Flamingo." Why The Gilded Flamingo? Honestly, the name alone gives you a clue, right? A little bit of flashy, a whole lot of… something.
Accessibility: A Mixed Bag (Prepare for a Sigh)
Okay, let's get this out of the way first. "Accessibility" is a goddamn spectrum, isn't it? The Gilded Flamingo claimed to be accessible. Wheelchair accessible? Well, there was a ramp, technically. But the lobby doors felt like they required a bicep curl competition champion to open them. And getting around the pool area? Let's just say I saw a few frustrated folks navigating uneven paving stones. The elevator, thankfully, was decent. So, a solid maybe on the accessibility front. They need to work on this big time; some of those ramps felt more like obstacles.
Internet – The Eternal Struggle
Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Hallelujah! …Until it cut out mid-sentence while I was trying to order room service. Then it cut out again while attempting to upload a selfie with the room service. The LAN situation? Don't even ASK. It's 2024, people; let's get the internet situation sorted out. It’s the modern-day version of "Do you have hot water?".
Cleanliness & Safety: Masks? No Masks? Who Knows?!
Look, I’m a germaphobe, so the "Cleanliness and Safety" stuff is important. They claimed to have all the bells and whistles – anti-viral cleaning products, daily disinfection, staff trained in safety protocols… But the real world? The reality on the ground was… vague. Some staff wore masks, some didn't. Hand sanitizer stations were occasionally empty. I wasn’t sure if they were really doing a deep clean between guest stays, felt like the "Room sanitization opt-out available" was just a tick box. I’d give them a solid “C” here, leaning towards a "C-." Made me a bit twitchy.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: A Buffet of… Disappointment?
Now, about the food. Oh, the food. Let’s begin with the breakfast buffet. "Asian breakfast," "Western breakfast," "Vegetarian restaurant." It sounded promising. It looked okay. …Then I tasted the scrambled eggs. They were a… congealed, rubbery substance that resembled something they scrape off the bottom of a tire. Truly. I might be exaggerating. Maybe. The coffee? Lukewarm and weak. The croissants? Stale. The juice? Probably from concentrate. The only saving grace? The little individual jam packets. And I'm talking about the kind you get at a truck stop. And the pool bar? Overpriced cocktails with more ice than booze. I did, however, enjoy the snack bar. Mostly because it was air conditioned.
I did order food via room service one night, and the food was alright!
Things to Do and Ways to Relax: Spa Day… Almost Worth It
Okay, the spa. This is where things got interesting and then just went off a cliff. The spa claimed to be a sanctuary of bliss. The "Pool with a view?" Yeah, it was pretty. Okay, it was gorgeous. As in, "Oh my god, I could stare at this all day" gorgeous. The sauna? Lovely and toasty. The steamroom did help. The massage, however… I booked a "Body Scrub" and a massage. The scrub was… fine. The massage? Bless her heart, the masseuse was clearly having a rough day. She kept sighing, like she was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. It was awkward. Very, very awkward. And I think she was secretly judging the size of my thighs. I'm sure of it. I didn’t feel relaxed; I felt like I had to pretend I was enjoying it. “Yes, this is fantastic, and no, my muscles aren't screaming at me at all.” So, yeah, the spa… A mixed bag.
Getting Around: Airport Transfer – A Disaster from the Start
Airport transfer? Don't bother. Seriously. They claimed to have it, but the "luxury car" (a rusty jalopy) was late, the driver looked like he'd just crawled out of bed, and he got horribly lost. We ended up arguing – not pleasant. Take a taxi. Or better yet, walk.
My Room: Decent (Mostly)
Okay, the room itself. The air conditioning worked! The bed was comfortable. Blackout curtains? Yes, thank the heavens. The view wasn't bad – I had a "high floor" room. But… the "complimentary tea"? Two sad little tea bags and instant coffee. I did indeed find an extra long bed though. Also, the bathroom phone was a little odd, but at least the water was hot!
Services and Conveniences: The Usual, with a Few Quirks
The hotel offered the usual suspects – concierge, dry cleaning, laundry, etc. The "convenience store" was hilariously overpriced. The real kicker? The "gift shop." It was filled with the most random selection of items imaginable. I remember seeing a bottle of expensive champagne next to a collection of plastic rubber duckies and something that looked like a catnip-infused stress ball. Bizarre. Absolutely bizarre.
For the Kids: Babysitting… If You Dare
I didn’t have kids with me, but I peeked into the “kids facilities.” They did have a babysitting service. Let's just say I wouldn’t recommend that one. There was something unsettling about the whole vibe of the “kids zone.” Just… no.
The Verdict: The Gilded Flamingo – More Glitter Than Gold
Would I recommend The Gilded Flamingo? Honestly… it depends. If you’re looking for a purely functional place to sleep, with a stunning pool, and you’re willing to overlook some significant quirks and… let's say, enthusiastically applied promises, then maybe. If you need consistently good internet, reliable accessibility, and a spa experience that doesn't induce existential dread, steer clear. Overall, the Gilded Flamingo provided a memorable experience. Mostly because it will be a long time before I wipe that image of the scrambled eggs from my mind. It was, however, a story. And isn’t that what we all really crave?
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Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because this isn't your grandma's meticulously planned travel itinerary. This is MY trip to the Quality Inn in Sept-Îles, Quebec, and trust me, it's going to be… something.
Day 1: Arrival and the Great Wall of Reception (aka, the Lobby)
- 1:00 PM: Arrive, slightly crumpled but determined, at Sept-Îles Airport. Let’s be honest, it's more of an airstrip with a building. Grab my bag – which, naturally, is heavier than it should be, because I always overpack – and hop in a cab. Or, what I assume is a cab. It's a station wagon with a slightly disconcerting collection of air fresheners. Whatever.
- 1:30 PM: Check in to the Quality Inn. Oh boy. The lobby…well, it's a statement. A statement in beige carpet, floral wallpaper that looks like it's seen better decades, and a front desk attendant who seems almost as tired as I am. Turns out, the "free breakfast buffet" is a closely guarded secret that requires a secret handshake and a blood oath of early rising. I'm already exhausted.
- 1:45 PM: I think I got the room key. The lock is a relic from the Jurassic period, requiring a vigorous jiggle and a silent prayer. Finally! Freedom. Kind of.
- 2:00-3:00 PM: Unpack. Fail. My suitcase is a black hole. I'm pretty sure I packed a small army of things I won't need. I also had to spend a good 20 minutes trying to figure out how to work the TV remote. Success! I am now watching French-Canadian daytime television. I understand approximately zero words, but the scenery is pretty.
- 3:00-5:00 PM: Nap. This is crucial. Jet lag is a beast, and even the slightly-too-soft bed is a welcome respite.
- 5:00 PM: Wondering if I can find something to eat within walking distance of the hotel. I really do not want to drive tonight. This is where I first try to locate the restaurant but discover that I am now lost. Apparently, there is a walking trail but the sign is not only obscured but it's in French. Fantastic.
- 6:00 PM: Okay, I walked at least 20 minutes by foot to find a place to eat. I find this restaurant right in the downtown area. I order the poutine, because when in Quebec… and watch people pass by. I eat my poutine, absolutely delicious. Feeling happy and satisfied.
- 7:30-9:00 PM: Back at the hotel. I contemplate the meaning of life, or at least the meaning of the bizarre art hanging in the hallway outside my room. Is that a… fish wearing a monocle? Why? I also resolve to learn some basic French phrases. "Bonjour" seems like a good place to start.
- 9:00 PM: Attempt but fail to use the hotel Wi-Fi. The password is obviously a coded message from the Illuminati. Will try again tomorrow.
- 10:00 PM: Sleep. Deep, beautiful sleep. (Hopefully, the bed bugs take the night off.)
Day 2: The Waters of Sept-Îles and My Unfortunate Encounter with a Seagull
- 7:00 AM: Wake up. Fail to wake up the next day to enjoy the "free breakfast". It's a casualty of my commitment to beauty sleep.
- 8:30 AM: Decided to walk around for a while. I think there is a park, I will find it.
- 9:00 AM: Oh my god. I found the park. I am loving the water. I see some boats going by. It is so beautiful. I take some pictures. I have to admit, Sept-Îles is gorgeous.
- 9:30 AM: I start to feel so hungry. Decided to search a coffee shop or restaurant.
- 11:00 AM: Oh no. I fell asleep on the park bench. Then, something so stupid happened. I felt a slap. And then, I saw a seagull. That little bird had slapped me and took my sandwich. I swear I wanted to cry. I was really hungry. Oh well.
- 12:00 PM: Back to the hotel. I tried ordering something from the room service, but I don't think they had one. Whatever. I guess I had to grab something to eat while I was out on the street.
- 1:00 PM: Take a shower and take a nap. I cannot believe the seagull situation. I still cannot get over it.
- 3:00 PM: I woke up. I am still hungry. I don't know what to do.
- 4:00 PM: I went to a local shop and bought some candies. I am eating them while I am watching TV. They are not that good.
- 6:00 PM: I am wondering where to eat today. I don't want to eat outside. I think I will order a pizza.
- 7:00 PM: Pizza delivered. I am now eating my pizza. I am happy that I don't have to cook.
- 9:00 PM: Bedtime. I cannot wait for the next day.
- 10:00 PM: Lights out.
Day 3: Departure and a Final, Sad Farewell (to the Fish with the Monocle)
- 7:00 AM: Awake. Today is the day to head home. I'm still not used to the jet lag.
- 9:00 AM: Check out. Say goodbye to the friendly (and slightly bewildered) front desk attendant.
- 9:30 AM: Head to the airport. It would be nice to stay here but I have to go. I am going to miss this place.
- 10:30 AM: Check out the airport and head home.
This is just a smidge of what actually happened. There was the struggle to understand the different signs. There were the attempts at speaking French. It was a mess, yeah, but it was my mess. And I wouldn't trade it for a perfectly polished itinerary. It was Sept-Îles, Quality Inn, me, and that darn seagull – and that's a story I'll be telling for years.
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