Bessemer's BEST Hotel? Holiday Inn Express Review!
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into the glorious, the sometimes-a-little-bit-meh, but ultimately, there Holiday Inn Express in Bessemer, Alabama. Forget perfectly polished travel brochures, this is the REAL tea. This is the review you actually need, because let's be honest, you're here to avoid a total disaster, and I'm here to deliver that truth (and maybe a slightly sarcastic giggle or two along the way).
Accessibility & the All-Important First Impression (and the Elevator's Mood Swings)
First things first: Accessibility. This is HUGE, and it seemed like they were trying. I'm not a wheelchair user, but I did notice ramps and elevators seemingly in the right places. The elevators… well, let's just say they had a mind of their own. One minute it’s "Going up!" the next its "Maybe tomorrow." But the rooms seemed okay for wheelchairs – wide doorways, grab bars, all that jazz. Just… maybe pack a lunch for the elevator ride.
Internet: Because, You Know, We Can't Live Without It (and I Almost Didn't)
Free Wi-Fi in ALL rooms? YES, please! That's a crucial win for a basic traveler's hotel, especially considering how connected we need to be. And the internet? Okay, here's the truth. Some days it was blazing fast, perfect for streaming and working. Other days… it was slower than molasses in January. I swear, I almost started writing carrier pigeons to my boss. The LAN (fancy word for plugged-in) seemed to be a bit more stable. So, if you're a vital cog in some big corporate machine, maybe consider the LAN. Just sayin'. Wi-Fi in the public areas? Yes, and it was usually… tolerable.
Cleanliness and Safety: Are We Finally Safe From Everything? (Kinda)
Okay, this is where things get interesting. They clearly take cleanliness seriously. Anti-viral cleaning products? Check. Hand sanitizer everywhere? Check. Staff trained in safety protocol? Seems like it, based on the number of masks I saw. My room looked clean, and I felt okay walking barefoot on the carpet (which is a big deal for me, because I am a bit of a germophobe). The fact that room sanitization opt-out was an option was smart. They're trying to balance our safety with our agency! Daily disinfection in common areas? Yup. The staff seemed to be sanitizing everything constantly. I felt safe enough.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Breakfast, The Unsung Hero (or the Overly Sung, Depending on the Day)
Breakfast. Ah, the breakfast. Free buffet, folks. That’s the deal! The usual suspects: eggs (sometimes a little… rubbery), bacon (when available, and glorious when crispy), sausage, cereal, fruit, and the dreaded "waffle station." (I love waffles, but there's always THAT ONE person who can’t work the machine). They also had a breakfast takeaway service, which, frankly, was a lifesaver for my early-morning meetings. The coffee shop was a decent little pit stop. The breakfast setup had a certain charm. It felt like a friendly, messy, slightly chaotic family meal. I appreciated it. But the lack of a real café on-site was a letdown.
Services and Conveniences: The Little Things That Matter (and Sometimes Don't)
Daily housekeeping was on point. Always a clean room, always fresh towels. Now, the elevator… I already mentioned its shenanigans. But the front desk staff were generally friendly and helpful. The convenience store had the essentials – snacks, drinks, toothpaste (because, you know, I forgot mine). I didn’t personally need any of the specialized services, but the fact that they offered them (meeting facilities, dry cleaning, business facilities) gives the hotel a high-end feel.
For The Kids / Friends / The Whole Team
I didn't travel with kids this time, but the kids' facilities did seem to exist (or at least, advertised). Family-friendly, check. Babysitting service listed -- again, a potential plus.
Rooms: Where I Lived for a Bit (and Sometimes Loved It)
Okay, the rooms. They vary. REALLY vary. Some are updated, some are… less so. My room had a comfy bed, a decent-sized TV with all the channels, and a working desk. The blackout curtains were a godsend; I love sleeping in, not being woken at dawn. The bathroom was clean, with decent toiletries. It was nothing fancy, but it was comfortable. And the AC did its job! The added bonus? I had a window that opened. Sweet freedom!
Things to Do & Ways to Relax – Or, Trying to Escape Bessemer (Just Kidding… Mostly)
Okay, let's be honest. Bessemer… isn’t exactly a bustling metropolis. But the hotel had a fitness center (small, but functional), and a pool (outdoor, I think… I never actually used it). It’s the kind of place where you unwind, and then think, "Maybe I should go find some adventure". I didn't try any of the "spa" stuff; this isn't that kind of place. But the room itself was a nice escape.
Getting Around: Driving is King, Walking is for Suckers (Kidding… Mostly)
Car park? Free. On-site? Yes. Valet? Nope. Airport transfer? I'm pretty sure it's not a free service, but I didn’t bother asking. You'll be using the car or taxi is your friend here, I think.
The Quirky Stuff (aka, My Personal Gripes)
- The lighting in the hallways was a little… dim. Made me feel like I was in a horror movie.
- The vending machine in the lobby ate my dollar bill. I almost cried.
- I swear I saw the same guy at the breakfast buffet EVERY morning. We never spoke, but there was a silent understanding.
- The ice machine… was always either overflowing, or completely devoid of ice. There was no in between.
Final Verdict: The Honest Truth
Look, Bessemer's Holiday Inn Express isn't the Ritz. It's not a luxury resort. It is a perfectly reasonable, clean, and comfortable hotel for business travelers or a short trip. It's got the basics down, they try to make our lives easier. Just… be prepared for some slight imperfections. Embrace them. They're part of the charm.
But wait, there's more! (aka, The REALLY compelling offer)
Here's the Pitch:
Tired of cookie-cutter hotels? Crave a place that's actually convenient, gives you a safe and comfortable space, gives you free Wi-Fi, and serves a decent breakfast? Book your stay at Bessemer's Holiday Inn Express today!
Here's what you get:
- Guaranteed Comfortable Stay: Cozy rooms with everything you need (plus, blackout curtains!).
- Wi-Fi That (mostly) Works: Stay connected without breaking the bank.
- Free Breakfast: Fuel up for your day with a decent spread (and maybe make a friend in the process).
- Clean and Safe: They take hygiene seriously.
- Easy Access Easy accessibility, helpful staff, and all the things you'd expect from a well-managed hotel.
But wait! Book within the next 24 hours and get a 10% discount on your stay! PLUS, you'll automatically be entered to win a free upgrade to a room with a view (provided there are rooms with a view, because come on, this is Bessemer!).
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P.S. Don't forget to tip the lovely housekeeping staff – they deserve it! And if the elevator gives you trouble, just take a deep breath and mutter some encouraging words. It might just work. (Maybe.)
Escape to Paradise: Usha Beach Homestay's Blissful Vaishnavi Reveries
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into a travel itinerary that's less "precision clockwork" and more "slightly-caffeinated toddler let loose in a candy store." We're talking about Holiday Inn Express and Suites Bessemer - Birmingham West, folks. Sounds glamorous, right? Let's see what we can do.
Pre-Trip: The Anticipation, The Panic, The Suitcase Struggle
- The Dream: I envisioned myself, chic, relaxed, and ready for adventure. I was CLEARLY wrong.
- The Reality: Me, sweating bullets, buried under a mountain of clothes, convinced I'd forgotten something vital (probably my sanity). My dog, Winston, was giving me the side-eye, sensing my stress levels were approaching DEFCON 1.
- The Imperfection: Packing always takes longer than expected. ALWAYS. And I always end up overpacking. Who doesn’t need five different shades of lipstick for a weekend in Bessemer? (Don’t answer that.)
Day 1: Arrival, Tentative Optimism, and the Great Coffee Catastrophe
- Morning (ish): Flight lands in Birmingham. Okay, so the flight was delayed, and I was wedged between a screaming baby and a guy who really needed to clip his toenails. But hey, we're here! Let the adventure begin! (Said with forced enthusiasm.)
- Mid-day: Check-in. Holiday Inn Express lobbies always have that… smell. You know the one. Like clean, but trying too hard. The front desk lady was actually sweet though, even when I flustered through my name.
- The Room: Welp, it's a room. Clean enough. The view? Let's just say it's more "parking lot" than "vista." Still, a bed is a bed after a terrible flight.
- Afternoon: Time to conquer that "free" continental breakfast they promised. Big mistake. HUGE mistake. The "coffee" tasted like it was brewed from something that had been left out in the sun. My initial optimism was quickly replaced by despair… and a pounding headache.
- Evening: Dinner at a local spot that came highly recommended. I am not going to lie, the food was good, and the waitress was a hoot. She spilled my drink, and, instead of apologizing, just said "That's just me. I am always a mess". We laughed and had a great conversation.
Day 2: Embracing the Mess, Overeating, and The Bathroom Situation
- Morning: I am a terrible person and should feel bad for having a great sleep after the coffee catastrophe. The bed was comfortable, and I needed the rest!
- Mid-morning: The real reason to come to Bessemer, and the REAL reason I went to Birmingham. The Vulcan. Yes. The Giant Statue. I took a few pictures. They were bad. Even worse, I realized, I had left my phone charger in the room.
- Afternoon: Lunch was… a decision. I went a little crazy. Three courses and more pie that one person should probably consume in a single sitting. I am not sure what came over me. I needed a nap after that.
- Late Afternoon: I went back to Holiday Inn Express, so I could use the bathroom. The bathroom was okay. Nothing to write home about. But I was happy to have my own bathroom after dealing with an airport bathroom and that restaurant bathroom earlier.
- Evening: I spent the evening writing. It was pretty good. It was a bad day, I have to admit. But for some reason, it was one of the best days in a long time. Writing always helps.
Day 3: Departure, Reflections, and the Lingering Smell of Clean (But Overworked) Air
- Morning: The hotel breakfast was so terrible I didn't even bother. I grabbed a banana from the lobby and tried not to think about the coffee. Packing was a little easier this time. I learned from Day 1.
- Departure: Goodbye, parking lot view! Goodbye, questionable coffee! Hello, the familiar chaos of the airport!
- Reflections: Okay, so Bessemer wasn't exactly a life-altering experience. It was a weekend. It was imperfect. It was a little messy. But… it was mine and I think, in its own weird way, I needed it.
- The Final Verdict: Holiday Inn Express Bessemer? It's fine. It's a functional hotel. It's not the Four Seasons, but it's a place to rest your weary head after a day of… well, whatever adventures you get up to. And hey, at least the bed was comfy. And I walked away with a story!
So, uh... what *is* the deal with all this *stuff*? You know, life in general?
Right? Like, if I knew *that*, I wouldn't be answering random internet questions, would I? Okay, okay, more seriously… look, I think it's a giant experiment. A chaotic, messy, beautiful, infuriating experiment. One minute you're humming along, feeling relatively okay, the next you're tripping over a rogue shoelace, spilling coffee on your pristine white shirt (true story, happened this morning – pure rage!), and questioning every life choice you’ve ever made.
I guess the "deal" is trying to find some sort of meaning in all the chaos. Are there answers? Maybe. Probably not the neat, tidy ones you're hoping for. And honestly? The search itself is often the most interesting part. Plus, the coffee stain looks like a weird, interpretive map of my current existential dread. Art, right?
What about... relationships? Friendships, love, family... the whole shebang?
Oof. That's a loaded question, isn't it? Relationships... they're like those plants you try to keep alive. You water them (text messages, phone calls, quality time), you give them sunlight (affection, support), and sometimes, inexplicably, they just… die. And it hurts like hell, even if you *know* you did everything "right."
Friendships are the closest to stable. I have this friend, Sarah. We can go months without talking and then pick up right where we left off, usually complaining about something ridiculous. The other day, she called me at 3 AM because she thought a squirrel was trying to break into her apartment. Turns out, the squirrel was just… well, being a squirrel. But you know what? I’d take that call any day because knowing she felt comfortable enough to call... that's everything.
Love? Ah, love. That's the plant you *think* is thriving, so you overwater it, drenching it in expectations and insecurities until it withers under the weight of your desperate need for it to flourish. I'm not saying I've personally ever done *that*, but, yeah. I've personally mostly done that. But when it finally blooms? *Amazing*.
Family… that’s a whole other chapter. Let's just say, a little bit of space, a whole lot of forgiveness, and a well-stocked wine cellar are often required.
What's the hardest thing you've ever had to go through? Spill the tea.
Okay, okay, you want the *dish*? Alright, buckle up. I don't often revisit this. But… several years ago, my best friend got really, really sick. Like, "staring down the barrel of a very unwelcome thing" type of sick. Watching her fade, knowing there was *nothing* I could do... that stripped me bare.
It wasn't the illness itself; it wasn't some dramatic montage of hospital corridors and sad music. It was the *smallness*. The feeling of utter helplessness. The silence in the apartment, the smell of antiseptic that clung to everything. The way she looked at me sometimes… like, "I'm so sorry you have to see this." And the worst part? I was scared as hell. Then, to the end, she was still there for me, still laughing at my dumb jokes. And then, she wasn't.
Even talking about it now, years later, my chest tightens. But, you know the thing? Now, I want to use her story, the memory, to be more okay at seeing the mess, the pain, the utter sadness of it all, on the off chance I can help someone, even just a little bit, to know it’s okay to break, to need help, to be absolutely, completely human.
Okay, so what about failures? We all have them. How do you cope?
Oh, failures. My *specialty*! I'm basically an Olympic gold medalist in the art of screwing things up. I've failed at relationships, careers, hobbies (I still can't bake a decent cake), and even just, ya know, *existing* some days.
Coping? Well, first, I wallow. Hard. I let myself feel the sting, the disappointment, the sheer mortification of my epic fail. I'll eat a whole pizza, binge-watch something stupid on TV, and generally let myself be a hot mess.
Then, after the pity-party winds down (usually after a few hours... or days, depending on the severity of the disaster), I try to analyze what went wrong. What did I learn? What could I have done differently? And most importantly… can I learn from this and, maybe, just *maybe*, avoid a repeat performance?
And sometimes? Sometimes, the biggest failure turns out to be the reason you pivot, the catalyst for something amazing. So keep trying. And, hey, if you fail gloriously, at least you have a good story! And, honestly, that's something.
What's something you're really passionate about? What gets you fired up?
Okay, so, I could rant for *hours* about social injustice but I'll try and keep it short. What truly gets me fired up is… seeing people being *genuinely* kind. It's seeing someone hold open a door for an elderly person, or give a homeless person a dollar, etc. It's hearing someone defend those that cannot speak for themselves. It's the small acts of generosity that makes me believe in humanity and the resilience of the human spirit.
Because the world can be a cold, cruel place. I get that. I've seen it. I've felt it in my bones, in my heart. But it's those moments of kindness, those tiny sparks of light, that make me think the darkness *isn't* going to win. They make me want to be *better*, too. And honestly, for the first time in my life, the prospect doesn't scare me.
Do you have any regrets? Any you're willing to share?
Regrets? Oh, honey, I have a whole *catalog* of them. I regret the times I didn't speak up when I should have. The friendships I let fade. The chances I didn't take because I was too scared.
I regret, BIG TIME, not being more present in certain moments. Not listening to my gut. Not trusting myself enough. Taking people for granted.
But you know what? Regrets are what they are. And if the regret I carry around has one purpose, it's "to ensure I don't repeat them." Hopefully.
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