Littleton's BEST Hotel? Holiday Inn Express Review (Shocking!)
Littleton's BEST Hotel? Holiday Inn Express Review (Shocking!) - My Honest Take (Brace Yourselves!)
Okay, so the title is clickbaity, I admit it. But seriously, I just got back from staying at the Holiday Inn Express in Littleton, and "shocking" is the only word that feels right. Let's dive in, shall we? Prepare yourselves because this review is going to be messy, honest, and filled with more opinions than you can shake a… well, a tiny sanitizing wipe at.
First Impressions: Accessibility, or Lack Thereof (and My Stupidity)
Right off the bat, I'm supposed to talk about accessibility. Okay, let's be real, I’m not rolling around in a wheelchair, so I don’t have a firsthand perspective. But, the website boasts “Facilities for disabled guests.” They do have an elevator, which is a HUGE plus. I mean, imagine trying to lug your luggage up those stairs after a long flight. Nightmare fuel. They also mentioned something about accessible rooms, so major kudos for that. BUT - and this is a big BUT - I didn’t see any obvious ramps at the entrance. Which, if I'm being honest, is probably because I was too busy tripping over my own feet and nearly taking out a potted plant. Seriously, I'm clumsy. Me and accessibility might not be the best of friends in a practical sense.
The Wi-Fi Wrestlemania: Free vs. Paid, the Eternal Struggle!
"Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!" the website shouts. And THANK GOD. I'm addicted to my phone. Gotta post my Insta stories, check my emails, and, you know, work. I also need to know if my pizza delivery guy is actually coming (vital information, people!). The signal was… mostly okay. There were a few moments where it decided to stage a disappearing act, leaving me stewing in my digital silence. But hey, free is free, right? This is much more positive than having to pay for Wifi. I hate that!
Cleanliness and Safety - Are We Surviving the Apocalypse?
Okay, so the pandemic. Yeah. Holiday Inn Express gets serious points here. They’re really going for it. Anti-viral cleaning products? Check. Daily disinfection in common areas? You got it! Individually-wrapped food? Yep. They've got hand sanitizer everywhere. I mean, I’d happily eat off the floor (don't tell anyone!), and let's be honest, I basically did with the sanitized kitchen and tableware items. They claim “Rooms sanitized between stays.” And I saw cleaning crew, so… I’m cautiously optimistic. I felt safe, and that’s a win in my book.
The Room: My Fortress of Solitude (or Small, Perfectly-Acceptable Box)
Now, the room itself…it was a Holiday Inn Express room. You know the drill. Clean, functional, and not exactly the Four Seasons. But, the bed! Glorious, comfy, sleep-inducing bed. And the blackout curtains? Chef's kiss. Pure bliss. I slept like a log (a somewhat loud, snoring log). I chose a non-smoking room. A non-smoking room is essential. The air conditioning worked, which is a miracle considering the age of some hotels, right? And the tiny toiletries? Adorable!
Dining: Breakfast Buffets and the Early Morning Hunger Games
Breakfast. The holy grail of the Holiday Inn Express experience. Honestly, I’m addicted to those little waffles. They also had the breakfast buffet. I'm not sure I'd call it "Asian cuisine in restaurant" since it was a very average spread. They had sausages, scrambled eggs, and the usual suspects. But the coffee was decent, and it filled the hole in my stomach. It can be a free meal.
Things to Do/Relaxation - This Ain't the Ritz, Folks!
Let’s be real, you’re probably not picking the Holiday Inn Express for a spa day. They do have a fitness center (I did not visit…exercise is not a hobby of mine), and a swimming pool (outdoor!). That's kind of it. No pool with a view, no sauna, no steamroom. This ain't the place for a body wrap. However, sometimes just having a good bed to rest on is relaxation enough.
Services and Conveniences - The Little Things That Matter
They had that whole laundry service to their facilities for disabled guests. They didn’t have a concierge or a gift shop. Daily housekeeping was excellent. They provide everything you could need.
They have a convenience store. Who doesn't love that?
Now for the REALLY Shocking Part: The Staff
Here's the thing. No, make that the thing. The staff. They were… genuinely nice. Like, really nice. They smiled, they were helpful, and they didn’t make me feel like I was a complete idiot (which is, frankly, a high bar). They were trained in safety protocol and were helpful and approachable. This is where the "shocking" comes in. Because, in my experience, hotel staff can often be… well, let's just say it's a roll of the dice. But these guys? They were top-notch.
The Verdict: Should You Stay Here?
Okay, deep breath. Here’s the deal. The Holiday Inn Express in Littleton is… well, it’s a Holiday Inn Express. It's not fancy. It's not glamorous. But it's clean, it's safe, the staff is great, and the bed is fantastic. If you're looking for a comfortable, reliable place to crash, it's a solid choice. Don't expect luxury, but do expect a good value.
My Honest-to-God Rating: 7.5 out of 10. The staff alone bumps it up a whole point.
Final Thought: I’d stay here again. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll attempt to conquer the fitness center next time. Maybe! (Probably not.)
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Luxury Escapes Await: Uncover City Point's Hidden Hotel Gem!
Okay, buckle up buttercup, because we're heading to the… (checks notes) … Holiday Inn Express & Suites Littleton, by IHG. Honestly, I'm already feeling a little blah. Road trips, you know? Like a box of chocolates - sometimes you get something amazing, and sometimes you get a nougat-filled nightmare.
The "Probably Will Regret This" Itinerary: Littleton, Colorado (or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Suburban Sprawl)
Day 1: Arrival & Initial Disappointment (But With Pizza!)
- 1:00 PM - Arrival at DIA (Denver International Airport): Okay, the drive to Littleton is already a lesson in existential dread. Miles and miles of…well, I'm not even sure what to call it. "Generic American Suburban Existence"? Ugh. Airport security was a blast, as always. I swear, they're looking for you to have something hidden. I almost forgot to take my laptop out. I never get this right.
- 2:30 PM - Check-in at the HIE: Ah, the familiar scent of institutional air freshener and lukewarm coffee. My "suite" is…well, it's clean. That's the main thing, right? The bedspread looks like something my grandma would have, but hey, she's probably more well-rested than I am. I just want to collapse.
- 3:00 PM - Mandatory Pool Reconnaissance: Now, listen. I love a good hotel pool. I love the feeling of the water, the slight chlorine smell, and the general sense of being on vacation. This pool? Let’s just say it’s more "splash zone" than "luxury resort". And the chlorine smell is strong. Very strong. I made eye contact with a kid in a floatie and instantly felt like I was committing a crime against childhood.
- 4:00 PM - Pizza! (Thank God): I had to. The drive was awful. So, to appease the "hangry" beast within, I ordered a pizza from a place down the street. It was…adequate. Not life-changing, but it did the trick. I ate the entire thing, and am now questioning all my life choices.
- 6:00 PM - Staring at the TV, Wondering Why I Didn't Just Stay Home: I'm not even sure what's on. Just a blur of commercials for things I'll never buy and news that makes me feel worse. Maybe a book? No, too much effort. Remote in hand, battling the sudden urge to re-evaluate my entire existence.
Day 2: "Trying to be a Tourist" and Failing (But with a Brewery!)
- 8:00 AM - Free Breakfast Massacre: Okay, the breakfast situation at HIE is… well, it's there. I'm trying to be optimistic. The eggs are pre-scrambled (instant sign of doom!), the waffles are suspiciously perfect, and the coffee is… yeah, lukewarm. I grabbed a banana, mostly because I felt guilty about the thought of eating all that processed food. I ate the banana like I was in a competition.
- 9:00 AM - "Exploring" Old Town Littleton: I put "exploring" in quotes because, let's be honest, I was wandering around. I found a cute little bookstore, which was a win – I love bookstores, because what’s not to love about books? Of course, I didn't buy anything. It's the classic "I love books, but I can't commit to actually owning them" predicament.
- 11:00 AM - Feeling Like a Failure at a Park: Went to a park. I tried to be that effortlessly cool person who just enjoys nature. But I ended up feeling self-conscious the whole time. There were too many people running, too many kids screaming, and too many dogs sniffing my shoes.
- 1:00 PM - Lunch Debacle: I'm still recovering from the pizza, so this was a quick bite at a local deli. The sandwich was good, the service…less so. I felt like I was inconveniencing the woman behind the counter just by existing. Maybe I should have just stayed in my room.
- 3:00 PM - Hiking (or, More Like, a Slightly Elevated Walk): Thinking of the mountains, I found a "trail." But a trail is not a trail. There were people, dogs (again), and not nearly enough views. Hiking is a bit more challenging than I remember. I’m out of shape.
- 6:00 PM - BREWERY TIME!!!: Okay, this redeemed the day. Found a local brewery. The beer was actually good. The atmosphere was lively. I met a dog. The dog's owner was really nice. I drank another beer and felt…almost happy. This is the kind of experience I was looking for. (I may have told a few too many people how much I love beer.)
Day 3: The Departure (and a Tiny Sliver of Optimism)
- 9:00 AM - Another Breakfast, Same Awful Waffles: Seriously, make these things disappear.
- 10:00 AM - Check-out. Adios, Littleton: I'm ready to go. The room was adequate, but I'm ready for something more. Or, you know, my own bed.
- 11:00 AM - Drive to the airport: The drive back was strangely silent. Maybe I was secretly enjoying the small town. Maybe the beer had finally worn off. Either way, I wasn't filled with quite as much dread. Perhaps, maybe, just maybe, I’ll be able to return and get the "real" Littleton experience.
- 1:00 PM - Flight: I am home! The perfect ending!
Final Thoughts:
Okay, so Littleton isn't exactly Paris. But, it wasn't terrible. It was… an experience. Maybe next time, I'll ditch the itinerary and just wing it. Or, you know, stay home and order pizza.
Lancaster's BEST Hotel? Holiday Inn Express Review (Shocking!)
Littleton's "BEST" Hotel? (Holiday Inn Express Review...and OMG!)
Okay, spill! Was this Holiday Inn Express REALLY that shocking?
I mean, it *started* fine. The check-in lady was, like, aggressively cheerful, a little *too* cheerful, if you know what I mean? Like, she might have been on the verge of breaking into a synchronized swimming routine right behind the counter. I wasn't sure if I should be concerned or impressed. But hey, easy check-in, gave me my key card... and then the adventure *really* began.
Let's talk ROOMS. What was the deal? (And did you smell anything weird?)
The bed? Firm. Like, "I could probably host a small tea party on this thing" firm. The pillows were flatter than a pancake after being run over by a steamroller. I swear, I could feel my spine starting to compress with every passing minute. And the desk chair? Oh, the desk chair. It wobbled precariously with every slight shift of weight, constantly threatening to send me sprawling. I spent most of my time balancing on the edge of my seat, half-expecting to become a viral video.
But the real kicker? The *view*. Or rather, the *non-view*. My window looked out onto… a brick wall. At least it was a *clean* brick wall. So, progress?
Breakfast! The sacred morning ritual. How was the breakfast experience?
The "eggs" resembled something found in a science experiment gone wrong. The "sausage"? I’m pretty sure it was made of… well, let’s just say I didn’t ask. The coffee was… coffee. It got the job done, but it wasn’t winning any awards.
And the ambiance! Picture this: a packed breakfast area, with a cacophony of clanking plates, screaming children (bless their hearts), and the persistent hum of the waffle maker. The waffle maker, by the way, seemed to be on a mission to create the world's densest, most impenetrable waffles. I tried valiantly, but only managed to produce something resembling a brick. I gave up.
But... here's the thing. Despite everything, there was a certain *charm* to the whole shebang. It was… authentic. Maybe not "five-star luxury" authentic, but definitely "real life" authentic. Plus, they had those little yogurt tubes. Little sugary oases in a sea of questionable breakfast choices.
What were the other guests like? Any interesting interactions?
I will say though, the most memorable encounter I had was with the guy in the elevator. He was a very large man, in a very loud Hawaiian shirt. I stepped into the elevator, and he just stared at me. For a really, really long time. Finally, he just said, in a very deep voice "Good morning." And then, just stared at the ceiling. Was he a hotel guest? Tourist? Possibly a spy? I'll never know.
Okay, final verdict. Recommend or avoid? Be honest!
It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t even particularly good. But it had a certain… *je ne sais quoi*. A certain… *charm*. The faint aroma of old carpet, the slightly wonky desk chair, the brick wall view… it all contributed to a strangely enjoyable experience. And hey, the yogurt tubes were good. So, on balance? Yeah, I'd probably stay there again… if I had to. Just pack your own pillow. And maybe some air freshener.
*Final score: 2.5 stars. Would probably return, but not with high hopes, and armed with a good book and hand sanitizer.*
