Detroit Escape: Southgate's Best Hotel Awaits!
Detroit Escape: Southgate's Best Hotel Awaits! - Uh, Maybe? A Totally Honest Review (and Some Ramblings)
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this isn’t your average, perfectly polished hotel review. We're diving deep, and by deep, I mean maybe a little too deep, into Detroit Escape: Southgate’s Best Hotel Awaits! (their words, not mine… though I'm open to persuasion). This is going to be messy, opinionated, and probably include me forgetting a category or two because, you know, life. Let’s get started… actually, maybe I should grab another coffee. This is going to be a long one.
First Impressions and Accessibility (Let's Get This Out of the Way)
Right, so, accessibility. Crucial. Detroit Escape seems to be taking this seriously. They list a bunch of stuff, which is encouraging – "Facilities for disabled guests," "Elevator," etc. We're talking a solid foundation, which is great. And you know, good job, Detroit Escape. This is the kind of thing that makes people feel seen.
Checking In (And Dealing With My Own Anxiety)
The whole "Contactless check-in/out" is a godsend. Honestly, I have a mild form of social anxiety. Okay, maybe not mild. So, avoiding the awkward small talk at the front desk? Yes, please! Although, I did miss the human interaction. Sometimes I feel like I can't win! The "Front desk [24-hour]" is awesome. Knowing there’s a friendly face (or at least a face) is comforting, especially for those late-night pizza emergencies.
Rooms, Glorious Rooms (And My Complicated Relationship with Blackout Curtains)
Now, the rooms themselves… they've got everything! “Air conditioning,” “Alarm clock,” “Coffee/tea maker,” "Free Wi-Fi"—the whole shebang. “Bathrobes” and “Slippers”? Nice touch. Elevates the experience a little, you know? I love a good bathrobe. It's a promise of relaxation. And the "Blackout curtains" - those, my friends and strangers, those are my jam. I’m a vampire in disguise, and the sun is my enemy. Seriously, I need those blackout curtains. Otherwise, it's total chaos.
And speaking of chaos, let's get REAL for a second. "Rooms sanitized between stays…" great! "Anti-viral cleaning products…” fantastic! But… I've been in a few places that claim to do all this. I'm a little cynical. I hope they're REALLY doing it. You know? No offense, but I've seen things. I’m a travel veteran now, as many of you probably are.
The All-Important Internet (And the Existential Dread of Slow Wi-Fi)
“Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!” (and in public areas and for special events.) This is music to my ears, especially since I need to work while on vacation. A modern human's nightmare: slow Wi-Fi. The thought alone induces a cold sweat. Hopefully, the "Internet access – LAN" option will mean I can work without issue. The hotel could win me over almost immediately with good internet, though in hotels internet has rarely lived up to the hype.
Food, Glorious Food (And My Undying Love for Dessert)
Alright, let's talk food. Because, let’s be honest, that’s where the real memories are made. Detroit Escape hits us with a ton of options. "Restaurants," "Poolside bar," "Room service [24-hour]"… I love a good 24-hour room service, mainly because I'm often awake at odd hours. "Breakfast [buffet]," "A la carte in restaurant," "Coffee/tea in restaurant"… See, they're catering to every possible mood or time of hunger.
They’ve got “Asian cuisine in restaurant,” which is cool I guess. But, where are the desserts?! Oh, wait… "Desserts in restaurant." Okay, Detroit Escape, you’re forgiven. I will, with all honesty, judge any restaurant, but especially hotel restaurants, by their dessert. They usually have a buffet, but that’s not always amazing. But the possibilities! The delicious possibilities!
“Happy hour” is a winner, for sure. And I see "Vegetarian restaurant” listed. That, I think, demonstrates thoughtfulness on the hotel’s part.
Ways to Relax (Or, My Quest for the Perfect Spa Experience – And Failing at the Sauna)
Okay, this is where things get interesting. The "Spa/sauna" section is loaded! "Body scrub," "Body wrap," "Fitness center," "Foot bath," "Gym/fitness," "Massage," "Pool with view," "Sauna," "Spa," "Steamroom," "Swimming pool," "Swimming pool [outdoor]." Holy moly!
I'm a sucker for a good spa day. I dream of massage. So, let's just say I'm intrigued.
The Sauna Fiasco (A Personal Anecdote That May or May Not Involve Me Almost Passing Out)
One time, I was at a hotel spa (not this one, sadly), and I got too ambitious with the sauna. I thought, “I’m going to be zen! I’m going to sweat out all the toxins!” Yeah, right. Turns out, I'm not built for extreme heat. Long story short, I nearly passed out. It was… not glamorous. I ended up having to sit in the (air-conditioned) lobby eating a cold glass of water and staring at a ceiling fan for like an hour. My point? If you're not a sauna pro, take it easy. Maybe start with the pool.
Security and Safety (Because, You Know, Adulting)
They have "CCTV in common areas," "CCTV outside property," "Fire extinguisher," "Front desk [24-hour]," "Safety/security feature," "Security [24-hour]," "Smoke alarms," "Smoke detector." Basically, it sounds like they're taking this seriously, which is always reassuring.
For the Kids (Because, Even Childless People Like to Know This)
"Babysitting service," "Family/child friendly," "Kids facilities," "Kids meal." If you have kids, this is great. If you don't, maybe it’s good to know, too.
The Little Things (Or, The Details That Make a Difference)
"Daily housekeeping," "Concierge," "Laundry service," "Dry cleaning," "Ironing service,". These things matter, people! They make life easier. And “Car park [free of charge]" is a HUGE plus, especially in this day and age.
The Offer (Because, You Know, We're Trying to Sell Something Here)
Alright, here's the deal, the real reason you're still reading this (hopefully):
Tired of the same old hotel experience? Craving a Detroit getaway that goes beyond the ordinary?
Detroit Escape: Southgate’s Best Hotel Awaits! isn’t just a place to sleep – it's a vibe. Think crisp sheets, blackout curtains that will make you question the existence of daylight, and a spa that, fingers crossed, won't make you pass out in the sauna (though, hey, no judgment).
Here’s what you get:
- Unparalleled Comfort: Rooms equipped with everything you need to unwind, from the crucial "Free Wi-Fi" to the luxurious "Bathrobes" and "Slippers."
- Taste the City: From the "24-hour Room Service" to "Restaurants," you're guaranteed delicious food options and ways to relax.
- Peace of Mind: With top-notch security and a dedicated staff, you can relax and focus on what matters: enjoying your stay.
- Easy Everything: Contactless check-in, convenient parking, and more!
- Unforgettable Memories: Explore the vibrant city, then come back to unwind.
Book your stay at Detroit Escape: Southgate’s Best Hotel Awaits! today and experience a true escape. Don't be just another hotel guest; be a part of the experience.
Click here to book your Detroit Escape now! (And yes, the Wi-Fi REALLY is free, I checked!)
My Final Thoughts:
Look, I haven't actually stayed at Detroit Escape (yet!), but based on the info (and my rampant speculation), it's a strong contender. They seem to be prioritizing guest comfort, safety, and a decent experience. The devil’s in the details, of course, and I'm always a bit skeptical, but all in all, I'm cautiously optimistic. I'm giving it a tentative recommendation, with the caveat that you, dear reader, should always do your own research.
And if you do go, tell me about the dessert!
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Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because this ain't your grandma's itinerary. We're hitting the Detroit area, base camp: Holiday Inn Express & Suites Southgate. And let's be honest, this ain't research, it's experience. Prepare for the glorious, the messy, and the potentially regrettable!
Day 1: Arrival and the Existential Dread of the Breakfast Buffet
- 1:00 PM: Arrive at Detroit Metro Airport (DTW). Ugh, flying. The cramped seats, the recycled air… but hey, at least I'm here! Finding a ride – always a crapshoot. I’m praying for a driver who doesn’t blast polka music the whole way.
- 2:00 PM: Check-in at the Holiday Inn Express. The lobby is… well, it is a Holiday Inn Express, isn't it? Clean, beige, and vaguely reminiscent of a dentist's waiting room. Hopefully, the room is better. I'm craving a decent bed. (And a power outlet I can actually reach).
- 2:30 PM: Unpack and… assess. Okay, the room is fine. Bed looks comfy. Success! I can already feel the tension melting away like a forgotten ice cream cone.
- 3:00 PM: Shower. Gotta get that airport ick off. Seriously though, airport bathrooms are where germs go to party.
- 4:00 PM: Dive into the hotel pool, if there is one. If not, stare at the ceiling and contemplate the meaning of… wait, what WAS I doing again?
- 5:00 PM: Explore the immediate area. (Translation: wander around the parking lot a bit looking for a sign of human life or a decent coffee shop. My caffeine dependency is a serious issue.) The Southgate area seems kind of quiet. Hope there's more to do later.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner. Considering a casual meal at nearby restaurants. A burger sounds good, but is my gut ready? Choices, choices. Panic
- 7:30 PM: Back in town.
- 8:00 PM: Bedtime. Ah, bliss.
Day 2: Detroit, Baby! And Maybe Some Regret
- 7:00 AM: "Breakfast." Oh God. The "complimentary breakfast" at these places. It's a gamble. The waffles? Likely dry and lifeless. The scrambled eggs? Probably a mystery substance that barely resembles food. The coffee? Let's just say I brought my own instant. (This is important, people).
- 8:00 AM: Hit the road to Detroit. The Henry Ford Museum is on the agenda. I've heard it's phenomenal. Pray for no traffic. Pray for a parking spot that doesn’t require a PhD in parallel parking.
- 9:00 AM - 1:00 PM: At The Henry Ford Museum. Okay, WOW. Just… wow. This place is massive. I could spend days here. The cars! The stories! I'm practically vibrating with excitement! I’m also a giant nerd for history.
- 1:00 PM: Lunch near The Henry Ford. Fueling up for Round 2. Is there pizza? I hope there is.
- 2:00 PM: More of The Henry Ford. Because I just have to see the Rosa Parks bus. And the Model Ts. And everything else. I might get lost in here. I might also start speaking in historical quotes…
- 4:00 PM: Head back to the hotel, brain officially fried with coolness. Need… need… quiet. And water. Lots and lots of water.
- 5:00 PM: Rest. Unwind. Stare at the ceiling. Mull over my day. Reflect. Try not to think about the existential dread of the breakfast buffet.
- 6:30 PM: Dinner.
- 7:30 PM: Attempt to explore Southgate again. Maybe a bar? Maybe a movie? Maybe I'll just huddle in my room with a bag of chips and watch something mindless. (Likely).
- 8:30 PM: Bed. Sleep.
Day 3: Art, Industry, and Questionable Life Choices
- 7:00 AM: Coffee! (From my stash. See, I’m learning!) Stare at the waffles. Still contemplating risk.
- 8:00 AM: A different adventure? Maybe the Detroit Institute of Arts?
- 9:00 AM - 1:00 PM: Detroit Institute of Arts. This is a very good day to do things. Spend the morning. This part, is what I wanted to see.
- 1:00 PM: Head to lunch, and try something new again.
- 2:00 PM: Visit the automotive parts store.
- 3:00 PM: Rest.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner.
- 7:00 PM: The last night, sigh.
Day 4: The Departure and the lingering scent of… Holiday Inn
- 7:00 AM: Breakfast (avoiding the "mystery eggs" like the plague).
- 8:00 AM: A final wander around the hotel. Say goodbye to the beige.
- 9:00 AM: Check out. Check the room for anything left behind: phone charger, toothbrush. Anxiety levels rising.
- 10:00 AM: Drive to DTW for the flight home.
- 1:00 PM: Finally arrive! And I'm… exhausted but inspired. Detroit, you were… interesting. The good, the bad, and the questionable breakfast buffets. And now on the plane.
- Post-Flight: Unpack the luggage and process the memories.
Final Thoughts:
This itinerary is just a suggestion. It’s a roadmap, a starting point. This trip is about embracing the unexpected, stumbling into greatness, and maybe, just maybe, finding a decent cup of coffee. The rest is up to you! Get out there, and get messy. And if you see a decent breakfast buffet, send me a message!
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Is Detroit Escape really "Southgate's Best"? Because, y'know, hyperbole and all...
Okay, so... "Best" is a BIG word, right? It's like saying you're the BEST at eating pizza. I kinda *am*, but that's beside the point! Look, Southgate ain't exactly Vegas. Let's be real. But, and this is a *big* but, Detroit Escape actually *tries*. And I respect that. I mean, my stay went mostly well. (More on that later.) They clearly put some effort into the decor, the cleanliness... the free continental breakfast (which, hey, I'll never turn down a slightly stale bagel). So, 'best'? Maybe. Or maybe just "the best *available*." But seriously, compared to some of the... *ahem*... other options in the area, yeah, it's not a bad choice. I'd give it a solid B+. Which, considering my own life choices, is pretty good.
What's parking like? Because I've been through some parking HELL.
Oh, GOD, parking. The bane of my existence. Okay, so Detroit Escape *does* have parking. I remember, for my sanity, I had to drive my car from the parking lot to the hotel, and I was so relieved. It's, like, a dedicated lot, which is a HUGE win. No circling the block for 20 minutes while muttering under your breath. It's not exactly *spacious* (think "slightly more room than a sardine can, but hey, it's not a public parking lot so it's a win"), but unless you're driving a monster truck, you should be good. I swear, I've developed a twitch from parking in some places. So, yeah, parking: a thumbs-up from this weary traveler. And on that note, I need a drink. Or therapy. Maybe both.
Okay, the rooms... are they clean-ish? Because I have standards.
Okay, "clean-ish" is the perfect descriptor, don’t sell yourself short, you're a genius! I’ve seen some hotel rooms that look like a crime scene and rooms at the Detroit Escape didn't remotely look like it. I’d say they're *generally* clean. My room was... acceptable. No mystery stains. The sheets *looked* clean. The bathroom was… well, the grout wasn't sparkling new, but hey, I wasn't expecting the Ritz-Carlton. My only gripe? The shower pressure. It was like a gentle sprinkle. It’s not my kind of thing, I want to feel *clean* and that sprinkle certainly isn’t doing the job, but hey, I survived. Overall, considering the price point, I'd say the cleanliness is... a solid B-. Which in the hotel game, that's a win, believe me.
Is there a pool? Because, you know, vacation vibes. Even in Southgate.
*Deep breath*... Yeah, there's a pool. Okay, it's an indoor pool, which is great for Michigan weather, even if it makes you feel like you're swimming in a giant Tupperware container. I didn't actually *use* the pool. I *peeked* at it. It looked…clean enough? (I'm developing a theme here, aren't I?). The chlorine smell was potent, but that’s always a good sign, right? Means they’re doing *something*. It wasn't exactly sparkling turquoise, but hey, it *was* there. I saw some happy families and a kid splashing enthusiastically, and I figured, good for them. I preferred the privacy of my slightly-under-pressured shower situation, but hey, options are good.
Oh! And this is a story! So, I actually went down to the fitness room (more on that in the next question) and caught some guy, I'm assuming because he was the only one who looked like he was going to the pool, jump in, and the only other person in the whole pool room was me. I just stood there, a little awkward, as he dove and splashed around. I didn't go inside, but I definitely went back upstairs. Don't know why.
What's the deal with the gym? Because I *swear* I'll hit the treadmill this time. Maybe.
The gym? Oh, honey. The gym. It's... small. Let's be incredibly honest here. It's very, very small. Like, "two treadmills, a bike, and a weight machine" small. There was also a yoga mat that looked like it'd seen better (or any) days. I *intended* to work out. I mean, I actually put on my gym clothes. That counts for something, right? But then I got there and, I swear to god, *the motivational music was the worst mix of elevator music and 80s power ballads I have ever heard.* And those treadmills? Creepily quiet. And... well, I made a hasty retreat. So, exercise options: limited. Motivation: lacking. But hey, at least you *could* say you tried. Which is more than I can say for the "detox smoothie" I tried to make last month!
And the breakfast? Continental, as you said? Is it worth getting out of my fluffy bed for?
Oh, the Continental Breakfast. Ah, the siren call of slightly stale bagels and lukewarm coffee. Okay. It's free. It's the best part. And when you're hungover, it's basically a miracle. There's always, *always*, the suspicious-looking orange juice. The usual: cereal, some sad-looking muffins, maybe some fruit. I am not a morning person, and the fact that I actually managed to make it down there before breakfast ended means I was more than pleased.
Here's the thing: it's not gourmet. Don't go expecting a waffle station or a made-to-order omelet bar. But it's *there*. And it's free. And sometimes, that's all you need. Also, the coffee was surprisingly strong. Which, considering the state of the gym, was a literal lifesaver.
Any hidden charges I should look out for? Like, did they hit you with a surprise "resort fee" or something?
Okay, this is a fair question. Nobody likes surprise fees! (Unless it's, like, a surprise inheritance, then *bring it on*!). No. No resort fees that I remember. Which, again, is a win! However, *always* double-check your bill. PeopleHotels Blog Guide
