Escape to Serenity: Microtel Inn & Suites New Martinsville Awaits!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because we’re about to dive HEADFIRST into the slightly chaotic, wonderfully imperfect world of Escape to Serenity: Microtel Inn & Suites New Martinsville Awaits! I’ve seen a lot of hotel reviews, and let me tell you, they're usually drier than a week-old biscuit. This time? We're going for honesty. We're going for real. And we're going to squeeze every single drop of info out of this place, even the questionable soap and, hopefully, leave you feeling like you're ready to book your own darned getaway.
First Impressions: The Accessibility Angle (and My Unexpected Parking Mishap)
Alright, let's start with something important, something that doesn't always get the attention it deserves: Accessibility. (Because honestly, nobody wants to struggle getting to their room after a long drive.) Microtel Inn & Suites New Martinsville actually seems to have gotten this right, or at least, mostly right. (I can't speak from personal experience, but the intel is solid, okay?) The website mentioned things like wheelchair accessible rooms, which is a HUGE plus. They supposedly have an elevator, which is a godsend if you're dealing with mobility issues (or, you know, just really don't feel like lugging your luggage up the stairs after those cheeseburger from the fast food across the road, right?)
Here's where my experience starts to, well, get messy. The car park is free of charge (HUGE WIN), but finding a spot… let's just say I spent approximately the first 10 minutes of my arrival circling like a particularly stressed-out vulture. I ultimately found a spot, but it was a testament to my sheer stubbornness and the fact, at that moment, I wasn’t ready to go in and give up just yet. That's the kind of detail they don't put in the brochures, people! So, maybe get there a little early, or (dare I say it?) consider the Valet parking.
The Room (Mostly, It's the Details, Isn't It?) aka My Ode to Blackout Curtains
Okay, so, the room. The heart of the whole dang experience. The basics are there: air conditioning, free Wi-Fi (PRAISE BE!), a TV with satellite channels, and a desk to pretend you're working at (and likely not). I was really happy to see blackout curtains because even though I am an insomniac, I love the feeling of being in a batcave, and let me tell you, these babies deliver! Absolute darkness. Heavenly. I tell ya, I probably slept for an hour or two longer because of those curtains alone. Seriously, Microtel, you nailed that one.
Then things get a little… fuzzier. The coffee/tea maker was there, and it worked. The mini-bar? Non-existent. Which, if you ask me, is either a blessing or a curse, depending on your dedication to snack-hoarding. But, in the grand scheme of things, it was fine. It’s a Microtel, not the Ritz, after all.
Now, this is where I get a little… judgy. The toiletries… let's just say they were present. They did the job, but the soap felt about as luxurious as a prison bar. And the towels, well, they’d seen better days. But hey, at least there was hot water, right? (Side note: I always bring my own amazing shower products – lesson learned!)
The Wi-Fi, Oh God, the Wi-Fi (and Other Tech Musings)
The Wi-Fi [free]! Thank the internet gods! The Wi-Fi in all rooms! Glorious! I needed to get some work done (because even when I’m on vacation, I’m still a slave to the laptop) and I was a little concerned, because I remember the last time I was in New Martinsville and my internet crapped out on me, but the internet access – wireless was great, the connection was good and it did not disappoint. As well as internet, internet access – LAN was available too, just in case you’re one of the few remaining souls who still use a cable.
Food, Glorious Food (and My Unlikely Addiction to the Breakfast Buffet)
Okay, so, let's talk fuel! The breakfast [buffet] is a thing. Now, I am NOT usually a buffet person. I have a complex relationship with them, let's leave it at that. However, for something that’s included with the room, it was surprisingly… adequate. They had the standard fare: eggs (scrambled, of course), some kind of sausage, an assortment of pastries that look like they’ve been under a heat lamp since the Mesozoic Era but actually… were edible and the coffee, needed to function, was there to get me going. (I am not complaining, I loved it, I was getting my money's worth.)
There's also a coffee shop (bonus points for those looking for a caffeine fix!), and if you’re feeling lazy (or, you know, just exhausted from, uh, exploring the area) there's room service [24-hour]. I didn't test this, but the idea of ordering a late-night snack while still in my PJ's? Tempting.
Another option: restaurants nearby. They do have a desserts in restaurant and salad in restaurant too, if you have preference, or a full menu to consider.
Relaxation Station: What's There and What's Not There
Alright, let's get to the "Escape to Serenity" part. Or, at least, the attempt at serenity.
They have a fitness center (I didn't check it out, but the idea is there – good job, team!). There's even a swimming pool [outdoor]. If they do have a Pool with view, then I missed it - but hey, a pool is a pool, right?
This is where things start to… well, diminish a little. There's no Spa/sauna, no Body wrap or Massage. No steamroom. The "serenity" aspect is… limited. Don't go expecting a full-blown resort experience. This is more of a "get away from work for a night" kind of place.
Cleanliness & Safety: A Post-Pandemic Reality Check
Okay, post-pandemic travel is a different beast. The good news is, Escape to Serenity seems to be taking things seriously. They have anti-viral cleaning products, daily disinfection in common areas, hand sanitizer readily available, and rooms sanitized between stays. They also offer room sanitization opt-out available, which is a nice touch. They have Staff trained in safety protocol, so as far as a virus is concerned, you're in a good place.
Things to Do (Beyond the Hotel Walls)
Okay, so, you're in New Martinsville. What to do? This is where things get a little… sparse as a tourist. You have to be prepared to create your own fun. It might be a little less exciting around.
The Verdict: Is it an Escape?
Look, Escape to Serenity: Microtel Inn & Suites New Martinsville Awaits! is not going to be the most luxurious vacation you’ve ever had. This isn't the place you're going to show off to your friends. It’s a place to rest. It’s a place to use as a base to explore the surrounding area.
The Pitch: Book Now and Escape (and Maybe Get a Little Sleep)
So, here’s your offer, folks:
Escape to Serenity: Microtel Inn & Suites New Martinsville Awaits! — a surprisingly decent base camp for your West Virginia adventure. It is not perfect, but it is real, it has good connections and it is safe.
Book NOW and Get:
- Free Wi-Fi – stay connected (or, you know, disconnect and actually relax).
- Blackout Curtains – Your ticket to sweet, sweet slumber.
- Free Parking – Save your hard-earned cash for… well, whatever trips your trigger!
- Clean and Safe – Because peace of mind is priceless.
- A chance to avoid the daily grind (that's worth the price of admission, right?)
Click here to finally get away!
Don’t expect perfection. Expect a good night's sleep and a chance to unwind. That, my friends, is worth the trip.
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Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't your grandma's itinerary (unless your grandma's secretly a chaotic travel guru, then we're probably kindred spirits). We're heading to Microtel Inn & Suites in New Martinsville, West Virginia. Sounds… promising. Let's just see if this actually works.
The Microtel Mayhem: A New Martinsville Odyssey (Or, What I Did on My Weekend That Almost Broke Me)
Day 1: Arrival & Mild Panic (AKA, "Where Are My Pants?")
- 1:00 PM: Arrive at Microtel. Actually, let's be honest, I probably arrived at… oh, 1:45 PM. Traffic was a nightmare, thanks to that phantom construction zone that never actually existed. Finding the hotel was easier, thankfully. The building itself is, well, it's a Microtel. Functioning, let's say. And as I walked through that front door, I was hit with a faint smell of… chlorine? Maybe it's just me.
- 1:15 PM: Check-in. The front desk person seemed… slightly perplexed that someone might actually be arriving at the hotel. No matter. I'd booked the room, and the confirmation number in my phone had to count for something.
- 1:30 PM: Room reality hits. Okay, it does have a bed, a TV… and a faint aroma of stale air freshener. My first thought, after the "where are my pants" moment as I rummaged through my bag for the millionth time: "Yep, I need a serious nap after this trip." Second thought: "Did I bring enough snacks?"
- 2:00 PM: The Hunger Games. Time to scout out dinner options. Apparently, New Martinsville isn't exactly a culinary hotspot. Found a local pizza place, Mama's Pizza, with a retro sign that screamed "authenticity" in the best/worst way.
- 3:00 PM-5:00 PM: Pizza Feast and Post-Pizza Regret. The pizza? Okay. Greasier than a politician's handshake. I did, however, enjoy the arcade games in the back of the restaurant, and there was a sense of local charm. I watched a kid win a giant stuffed animal, and I started to think about how much better this trip would be if I had someone to share this weirdness with. Then, the post-pizza bloat hit hard. My stomach felt like a balloon about to break. I waddled back to the hotel.
- 5:00 PM - 7:00 PM: TV and the Great Bed-Sitting Contemplation. The bed, though a bit rough, was calling to me and I succumbed. Watched some mind-numbing TV, wondering if I'd made the right decision to leave home. You know, classic travel anxieties bubbling up.
- 7:00 PM - 8:00 PM: Quick snack and hotel-lobby people-watching. I snagged a few chips from my snack supply and went to the lobby. It was a quiet night. The carpet design was intriguing.
- 8:00 PM - 9:00 PM: In bed, and the "what did I do today?" realization. Did I actually enjoy this day? Or was I just going through the motions? I'm starting to think I need a travel buddy.
- 9:00 PM: Lights out. Prayers for a better tomorrow (and less pizza-induced bloating).
Day 2: Adventure! (Kinda).
- 7:00 AM: Wake up. Well, technically, I'm dragged from my slumber by a chorus of construction noises. Early morning, right? I try to use the hotel's breakfast. Let's be honest, Microtel breakfasts are… an experience. The rubbery eggs and suspicious sausage links. Managed to choke down a waffle, though.
- 8:00 AM: Decide to check out the local scenery. There's a river, some bridges, a park… New Martinsville seems pleasant enough, if you like quiet towns. Took a stroll along the river and watched the ducks bicker.
- 9:00 AM: The Wetzel County Museum. I am obsessed with local history and weird artifacts. This place was a treasure trove! Some old, dusty items, all with an interesting story. The woman working there was amazing. She told me all about the town, the past, the present (the future? Who knows!). It was genuinely fascinating.
- 11:00 AM-1:00 PM: Lunch and bookstore exploration. I found a charming little diner called The Coffee Cup on Main Street. Had the best burger ever; it was great, and the staff was phenomenal. Found a used bookstore and spent an hour browsing through random titles and feeling the weight of history.
- 1:00 PM-3:00 PM: The Grandview Cemetery. A long walk on a hill, getting a view of the town. Very peaceful, and I got to think in peace.
- 3:00 PM - 5:00 PM: Back to the Microtel for a serious recharge. Read a book, watched more TV.
- 5:00 PM: Dinner. This time I wanted to try out the Burger Shack, it took longer to get there than the trip itself, but wow! A great burger, once again, but then I felt guilty about eating so much.
- 6:00 PM - 9:00 PM: The quietness in the room again. I decided to call someone. A mistake! I was more emotional than I expected to be, about the trip, my life, everything.
- 9:00 PM: Try to get to sleep. I realize I'm going to miss this place.
Day 3: Departure & The Longing for Reality
- 8:00 AM: Check out. The front desk guy seemed to be the same person as before, but he was more cheerful.
- 9:00 AM: Start the trip back home. The car ride was long, and I had a lot to think about.
- 12:00 PM: Get home. The trip was over. I was happy.
- Anytime in the future: I would like to get there with a travel buddy.
Final Thoughts:
This trip to Microtel in New Martinsville was… well, it was an experience. It wasn't perfect, far from it. There were moments of boredom, existential dread, and greasy pizza-induced regret. But there were also moments of genuine connection, laughter (mostly at myself, but whatever!), and a strange sense of peace. It wasn't the luxury getaway I might have dreamed of, but it was real. And sometimes, that's all you need. Would I go back? Maybe. With a friend. And armed with more snacks. And possibly a therapist. Okay, definitely a therapist.
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Escape to Serenity: Microtel Inn & Suites New Martinsville - Yeah, About That... (FAQ)
Okay, so "Escape to Serenity"? Is that...accurate? My life is currently a circus.
Look, I'm gonna be honest. "Serenity" might be stretching it a *tiny* bit. It's more like a "Breathe, You're Not Doing Dishes For a Night" kind of escape. And, yeah, my life is usually a three-ringed affair, too. I was picturing sipping something fruity, maybe a tiny umbrella, and a book... turned out to be more like juggling conference calls, a screaming toddler in a diaper explosion, and the faint scent of bleach from the cleaning crew. (Which, side note: bless those guys. They're the real MVPs.) So, manage your expectations. It *can* be a break. Depends on your definition of "serenity." Think... less 'zen garden,' more 'uninterrupted hour to binge-watch terrible reality TV.'
The Microtel - Clean rooms, right? Like, actually clean? My last hotel experience involved… well, let's just say I'm scarred.
Alright, deep breaths. I get the PTSD. I've been there. And yeah, the Microtel in New Martinsville *generally* seems clean. I mean, I didn't take a blacklight and go full CSI on the place, but the sheets weren't crusty, the bathroom didn't resemble a biohazard zone, and the carpets didn't seem to harbor entire ecosystems of dust bunnies. There was, however, a *suspicious* stain on the credenza. Kinda looked like… I don't even want to know. But hey, I slapped a magazine over it and it was outta sight, outta mind! The point is, It's not the Ritz. But it's a solid, clean-ish place to crash. Probably better than that motel off the highway with the flickering neon sign and the… well, you know.
Breakfast included! What's the deal? Is it the usual sad continental spread?
Okay, brace yourselves. The breakfast is… well, it's breakfast. We're talking your standard continental suspects. Bagels (slightly stale, but hey, free carbs!), pre-packaged pastries that taste suspiciously like they've been baked in a lab somewhere, a waffle maker (which, let's be honest, is the *only* reason to get out of bed), and the ever-present coffee that’s… well, it'll keep you awake. Don't go expecting gourmet. Think "adequate fuel for a day of… whatever you're planning." If you’re a breakfast snob like me, pack your own protein bars. Seriously. I learned that the hard way. I swear I once saw them try to pass off a week-old banana as “fruit.”
Is there a pool? (Please say yes. I need a pool. My therapist says I need a pool).
I *wish* I had good news for you and your therapist. I *really* do. But, alas, there is *no* pool. Seriously. Not a tiny kiddie pool, not a sad little "we're calling this a pool" situation, nothing. No watery respite from the existential dread. Frankly, it’s a low blow. I could *really* have used a pool the last time I stayed there. So, if a pool is a dealbreaker for you, you might want to… well, maybe find a different Microtel. Or bring a really big inflatable kiddie pool and set it up in your room. (Totally kidding. Probably.)
The Location! How convenient is it really? Are there places to... well, *do* things?
Location, location, location, right? It's... alright. It’s kind of on the outskirts of town, near the highway. Which means easy access *to* the highway, which is good if you're leaving. There's a couple of restaurants nearby (nothing Michelin-star, but you can get fed). There's a Walmart. Because, you know, America. I wouldn't call it a bustling metropolis, but it's not a complete wasteland. There is, however, that one absolutely *terrible* pizza place down the street. Avoid it like the plague. I'm pretty sure the pizza was older than my grandma and may, in fact, predate the invention of the wheel. Seriously, I'm convinced the crust actually fossilized while I was waiting for my order. So yeah, some options, but don't expect Vegas.
Wi-Fi? Reliable? Because I have to actually... you know, *work* sometimes. (Ugh.)
Ah, the eternal struggle. The Wi-Fi... is... well, it exists! Sometimes. I've had experiences ranging from "blazing fast, I could download the entire internet" to "dial-up circa 1998." So, temper those expectations. Bring a plan B, like a hotspot from your phone. Or, you know, embrace the digital detox and just, like, *talk* to someone. (Shudders. No.) I’ve spent more than one work trip staring at a spinning wheel, wishing I was back in the office with its reliable, if soul-crushing, internet. Also, the last time I was there, the signal kept cutting out during my important zoom call with the CEO. You know the type, the one who always insists on video. Awkward.
Are the staff friendly? Because, face it, sometimes it makes all the difference.
The staff… Okay, here’s the deal: they're *mostly* friendly. They're not going to shower you with bubbly enthusiasm (probably because they've dealt with the public all day, which is its own special circle of hell), but they're polite, helpful enough, and willing to hand over an extra towel if asked. There was this one time the lady at the front desk was clearly in the middle of a screaming match on the phone with her partner, and yet still managed to give me a room key with a smile barely covering up the, shall we say, 'intense situation.' So, yeah, give them a break. They’re probably human beings just trying to survive the day, same as you are, you know?
Okay, so *overall* - would you actually *recommend* staying there? Be honest now.
Okay, deep breath. Would I recommend it? It depends. If you need a super-fancy getaway with a pool, gourmet food, and flawless internet? Absolutely not. Go elsewhere. But, if you need a clean-ish, basic place to crash for a night or two, without breakingBest Stay Blogspot
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