Holiday Inn Express Hotel & Suites Wadsworth By IHG United States

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Okay, buckle up Buttercups, because we're diving deep into a review of a hotel – not just a breezy overview, but a full-blown, warts-and-all, sniff-the-linens-and-judge-the-shit-out-of-it type of deal. Let's call it… Hotel Tango! (Yes, I made that up. Don't judge my naming skills, judge the hotel, alright?!)

This review is going to be a bit like a rambunctious puppy – it'll jump around, get distracted by shiny things, and occasionally pee on the carpet (metaphorically speaking, of course, unless the actual hotel had a seriously dodgy carpet…then, maybe literally?). We're going to cover everything, and I mean everything. So get ready for some serious truth-telling (and maybe a few tangents).

First Impressions & Accessibility: The Gateway Drug to a Good (or Bad) Stay

Okay, right off the bat: Accessibility. Crucial. Absolutely freaking crucial. I'm not disabled, but I firmly believe in hotels being welcoming to everyone. The data suggests… well, Hotel Tango should be pretty good on this front. We got:

Wheelchair Accessible: Good! Shows they're at least thinking about it. But is it actually accessible, or just "technically" so? We'll need to dig deeper.
Facilities for Disabled Guests: Again, a good sign. But details, people! Details are key!
Elevator: Phew! Needed!
Exterior Corridor: Excellent! If I was in a wheelchair I'd prefer the option to get to my room directly from outside, and not having to go through the lobby.
CCTV in Common Areas & Outside Property, Security [24-hour], Smoke Alarms, CCTV: Safety is Paramount.

Internet: Keeping You Connected (Or Not)

Let's be real, internet access is practically oxygen these days. The data says Hotel Tango has:

Free Wi-Fi in All Rooms!: YES! THANK. GOD. I can't stand hotels that nickel-and-dime you for Wi-Fi. It's 2024!
Internet Access – Wireless, Internet Access – LAN, Internet: Okay, nice. Having both options is a real boon. Perfect!
Wi-Fi in Public Areas: Essential. I need to Instagram my breakfast, obviously.

The "Things to Do" & "Ways to Relax" Section: Where Dreams Are Made (or Broken)

This is where things get interesting. Are we talking a relaxing getaway or a non-stop party? Let's break it down.

Spa: The heart and soul of relaxation, possibly. Hoping for a decent spa.
Spa/Sauna, Steamroom: YES! And, hopefully, not a moldy, neglected steam room.
Massage, Body Scrub, Body Wrap: Ooh, la la! Now we're talking. I will literally judge a hotel on the quality of their massage. This is not a joke.
Fitness Center, Gym/Fitness: Okay, fine. Gotta work off those spa treatments, right?
Swimming Pool, Pool with View: The essential. If it's a decent pool, with a great view, I'm 100% in.
Sauna: Another bonus. Sweating's good for the soul (and probably my liver after a few days of vacation).
Foot bath: Oooh, fancy! I do love a good foot bath.

Food & Drink: Fueling the Adventure (or Disappointment)

Okay, let's address the elephant in the room: the food. Hotel Tango seems to have options, which is a good thing.

Restaurants: Okay, plural. Yay!
Bar, Poolside Bar: Time for a cocktail, I think!
Room service [24-hour]: Bless. Indulgence is the name of the game, yes?!
Breakfast [Buffet], Breakfast service, Asian breakfast, Western breakfast: Variety is the spice of life, and also the key to not getting hangry.
A la carte in restaurant, Buffet in restaurant, Coffee/tea in restaurant, Coffee shop, Desserts in restaurant, Happy hour, International cuisine in restaurant, Salad in restaurant, Snack bar, Soup in restaurant, Vegetarian restaurant, Western cuisine in restaurant: Okay, this sounds promising. A lot of options, meaning more chances for deliciousness (and fewer chances to be stuck with a terrible plate of mystery meat).
Bottle of Water, Complimentary Tea, Free bottled water: Hydration is key and free water is always a win.

The In-Room Experience: Where the Magic Happens (Or Doesn't)

Alright, let's get personal. What's it actually like to live in a room at Hotel Tango?

Air conditioning, Air conditioning in public area: Crucial. Absolutely essential.
Additional toilet, Alarm clock, Bathrobes, Bathroom phone, Bathtub, Blackout curtains, Carpeting, Closet, Coffee/tea maker, Complimentary tea, Daily housekeeping, Desk, Extra long bed, Free bottled water, Hair dryer, High floor, In-room safe box, Interconnecting room(s) available, Ironing facilities, Laptop workspace, Linens, Mini bar, Mirror, Non-smoking, On-demand movies, Private bathroom, Reading light, Refrigerator, Safety/security feature, Satellite/cable channels, Scale, Seating area, Separate shower/bathtub, Shower, Slippers, Smoke detector, Socket near the bed, Sofa, Soundproofing, Telephone, Toiletries, Towels, Umbrella, Visual alarm, Wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free], Window that opens: Seems comprehensive. The Devil's in the details, of course. The blackout curtains are a must for me. Slept a bit in the "City of Angels"?
Available in all rooms: YES! That's what I like to hear.

Services & Conveniences: Making Life Easier (Hopefully)

This is where a hotel really shines (or faceplants).

Cash withdrawal, Concierge, Contactless check-in/out, Convenience store, Currency exchange, Daily housekeeping, Doorman, Dry cleaning, Elevator, Essential condiments, Food delivery, Gift/souvenir shop, Invoice provided, Ironing service, Laundry service, Luggage storage, Meeting/banquet facilities, Meetings, Meeting stationery, On-site event hosting, Outdoor venue for special events, Projector/LED display, Safety deposit boxes, Seminars, Shrine, Smoking area, Terrace, Wi-Fi for special events, Xerox/fax in business center: Some nice additions, depending on your needs. The concierge and luggage storage are lifesavers. Contactless check-in is a huge plus in the post-pandemic world.

Cleanliness and Safety: Are We Surviving?

In a world where we've all become germaphobes (thanks, COVID!), cleanliness is paramount.

Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, Doctor/nurse on call, First aid kit, Hand sanitizer, Hot water linen and laundry washing, Hygiene certification, Individually-wrapped food options, Physical distancing of at least 1 meter, Professional-grade sanitizing services, Room sanitization opt-out available, Rooms sanitized between stays, Safe dining setup, Sanitized kitchen and tableware items, Staff trained in safety protocol, Sterilizing equipment: All the right boxes are getting checked. Excellent! We want to avoid getting sick whilst on holiday, right?

For the Kids: Keeping the Little Monsters Happy

For those traveling with the little ones:

Babysitting service, Family/child friendly, Kids facilities, Kids meal: Good to see Hotel Tango thinks about families.

Getting Around: Making Life Easier

Airport transfer, Bicycle parking, Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site], Car power charging station, Taxi service, Valet parking: A good mix of options. Free parking is ALWAYS a win.

My Honest-to-Goodness, Stream-of-Consciousness Reaction & Overall Impression (The Messy Part)

Okay, so, based on the data alone (because I haven't actually been there yet!), Hotel Tango seems… promising. The list of amenities is impressive. It's got all the basics, plus a few extras that hint at a touch of luxury. The cleanliness and accessibility aspects are very encouraging. I am loving how Hotel Tango seems to focus on the little things, like bottled water, tea, and the effort to have good Wi-Fi.

Now, here's where the magic (or potential misery) really happens: the vibe. Does this hotel feel luxurious? Or just pretend to be? Is the service genuinely friendly and helpful, or forced and fake? Are the rooms clean and well-maintained, or are there mysterious stains on the carpet?

I can't say for sure until I experience it firsthand. But based on the data, I'm cautiously optimistic.

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Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're about to embark on… well, a slightly-less-than-epic adventure at the Holiday Inn Express & Suites in Wadsworth, Ohio. Honestly, my expectations are lower than a worm's belly, which is probably why I'm writing this while simultaneously expecting the cable to cut out. Let’s see where this road (or rather, this parking lot) takes us…

THE (ANTI-) ITINERARY: Operation Wadsworth, or, “Is There Even a There There?”

Day 1: Arrival and the Existential Dread of the Continental Breakfast

3:00 PM: ARRIVAL. Okay, so far so good. Found it! The GPS didn't try to send me into a cornfield, a definite win. Pulling into the parking lot, I noticed more minivans than I’m comfortable with. Is this a soccer mom convention? Am I about to be overrun by tiny humans fueled by processed sugar? Deep breaths.
3:15 PM: Check in. The front desk person was… fine. Not overly enthusiastic, not actively hostile. Let's call it neutral. Managed to get a room on the…second floor. Hallelujah! Saves me some lung power.
3:30 PM: Room inspection and the first wave of disappointment. The room is… functional. Beige, beige, beige. It's like they hired a beige enthusiast to decorate. The comforter looks vaguely like it's seen some things. Hopefully, none of those things were me. The bathroom is surprisingly clean, though, so points there, Holiday Inn.
4:00 PM - 6:00 PM: Settling in, figuring out how the lights work (they’re a labyrinth of switches, I swear), and, most importantly, establishing a Netflix connection. Binged a guilty pleasure show. Don't judge me. We all have our demons.
6:00 PM - 8:00 PM: Dinner. Okay, so here's the thing: Wadsworth doesn't exactly scream culinary paradise. After some extensive (read: five minutes) Yelp research, I went with a local pizza joint. The pizza itself was… pizza. Not life-altering, but it hit the spot. Let's be honest, after a day of driving, pizza is practically gourmet.
8:00 PM - 10:00 PM: Attempt at relaxation. Watched some more Netflix, contemplated the vastness of the Ohio sky, and fought off the creeping suspicion that the hotel walls were actually breathing. (They weren't. Probably.)
10:00 PM: Lights out. Tried to maintain a dignified sleep.

Day 2: Breakfast Mayhem and The Unexpected Charm of… A Gas Station?

7:00 AM: Continental Breakfast… the moment of truth! Walked into the dining room, which was a scene of controlled chaos. Kids running amok, adults trying to maintain eye contact with the walls rather than, well, reality. The coffee was… well, I’m pretty sure it's technically coffee. The scrambled eggs looked questionable, but the fruit (specifically, the sad-looking banana) was surprisingly edible. This is already a rollercoaster of emotions.
7:30 AM - 8:00 AM: Attempt at conversation with a fellow traveler. It went something like this: "Good morning." "Yup." (Awkward silence. Switched seats).
9:00 AM: Checked out (thank god). Wadsworth has… charm. It’s a very quiet, unassuming charm. I’m not sure I'm entirely on board with it after two days.
10:00 AM Road trip. The drive was long. I needed a caffeine rush.
11:00 AM: GAS STATION GLORY! I know, I know. Sounds weird. But this particular gas station had the best darn coffee I have had in… well, a long time. And the attendant was genuinely nice, which in Wadsworth is like striking gold. Sometimes the small things become the big things.
1:00 PM: Found out the destination I was heading to. My excitement was still low but I can do it.
1:30 PM: Started getting emotional, thinking about all the things I have to do and the places I want to go.
3:00 PM: Reached my chosen destination, which was just a simple trip, nothing more. But it feels like a lot more.

Key Takeaways (or, “What I Learned in Beige-ville”):

Holiday Inn Express and Suites, Wadsworth: It exists. It's clean(ish). It has a continental breakfast. Don't expect miracles.
Wadsworth: A place you can visit and then…leave. Maybe.
Pizza is always a good idea.
Small talk is hard.
Sometimes, a gas station coffee can save your soul.
I have to go home now.

Overall Emotional Score: 6/10. There's room for improvement, but I survived. And that, my friends, is a victory. Now, time to look up the best place to get a stiff drink. Because, you know, research.

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Okay, buckle up, buttercups! We're diving headfirst into… well, into *something*. Let's call it… **The Utter Chaos That Is FAQs, But Like, Real.** Grab your snacks, your therapy animal, and prepare for a wild ride!

Alright, So What IS This Thing Anyway? Like, Seriously.

Okay, so imagine you're staring into the abyss. The abyss being… I don't know, maybe the internet? Maybe your own existential dread? Either way, you got questions, right? And *I*… or rather, *this thing*… is attempting to answer them. Basically, it’s a collection of “frequently asked questions,” but instead of being all polished and perfect, it's like… me. Flawed. Impatient. Possibly fuelled by caffeine and the crippling fear of being judged. Get ready for some serious oversharing. And probably a few tangents. Sorry, not sorry.

Wait, Are You A Robot? Because This Doesn't Sound Very Robotic.

Ugh, the age-old question. Am I a robot? Let me just say… if I *were* a robot, I'd be a *terrible* one. I'd malfunction constantly. My circuits would probably overheat from the sheer effort of, you know, *thinking*. Honestly, I'm more likely to be a slightly stressed-out human who enjoys a good rant. Consider this proof. Just… try not to judge me too harshly. I'm fragile. (And by fragile, I mean slightly prone to emotionally collapsing at the slightest provocation. Don't tell anyone.)

Okay, Fine. But What Topics Are We Even… Talking About Here?

*Sigh*. It's… complicated. The general idea is… well, whatever pops into my head, really. Think of it as a verbal vomit, but hopefully, an interesting one? Kinda? Maybe? Expect everything from the mundane (like, "How do I fold a fitted sheet?") to the utterly bonkers ("Is the universe secretly run by sentient hamsters?"). And probably a LOT about my bizarre pet peeves. Buckle up, it’s gonna be… eclectic.

Do You Have Any Real Answers? Like, Actually Helpful Ones?

Helpful? Me? That's… ambitious. Look, I'm not promising a Pulitzer Prize-winning dissertation here. Consider me more of a… well, a slightly unhinged friend who *might* have some decent advice buried under layers of sarcasm, rambling, and self-deprecation. Sometimes. If you're lucky. And if your question isn’t something I’m actively terrified of, like… the meaning of life. Don't ask about the meaning of life. Please.

Let's Talk About Feelings. Are You Sure You're Okay? You Sound… Intense.

Look, the word "intense" is an understatement. I'm basically operating at a permanent level 7 on a scale of 1 to "existential dread." It's been a week. And by "a week," I mean approximately the last 4 decades. Don't worry, I'm managing. With copious amounts of dark chocolate, questionable life choices and the occasional, highly necessary scream into a pillow. Don't judge. We all have our coping mechanisms.

Okay, Okay, I'm Starting To Get It. But Can We Actually, You Know, Ask You Something?

*Finally!* Yes, absolutely. Ask away. Just… be warned. I'll probably overthink it. I might cry. I *will* probably inject personal anecdotes that have absolutely nothing to do with your question. And I *definitely* won't give you the answer you're looking for. But hey, it'll be an *experience*, right? Think of it like… therapy, but without the therapist. And with more snark.

Speaking of Questions, What's the Weirdest Thing You've Ever Experienced? Spill.

Oh, sweet baby Jesus, where do I *start*? Okay, so, picture this -- it was Tuesday. Or maybe a Wednesday. Honestly, the days blur together like a badly-mixed watercolor painting. ANYWAY. I was, if I remember correctly, trying to assemble a flat-pack bookshelf. (Don't judge, I'm not particularly handy). I was sweating, swearing under my breath (and possibly out loud), and feeling like a complete and utter failure. The instructions were… well, let's just say they were written by someone who clearly *enjoyed* watching people struggle.

And then… the cat. My cat, Mr. Fluffernutter III (don't ask) decided, apropos of *nothing*, to climb *inside* the bookshelf. Not just *on* it, but *inside* the still-unfinished frame. He squeezed himself in there like a furry, judgmental sausage. And he stared at me. With that look cats get. That, "You're an idiot and I'm judging your life choices" look. I swear, he even *smirked*. I froze. I couldn't believe it. I legit thought I was hallucinating from lack of sleep/bookshelf-related stress.

I tried to get him out. He resisted. I offered treats. He scoffed. I pleaded. He… purred, but still stayed put. I eventually had to dismantle half the damn bookshelf just to rescue the furry dictator. It took, like, an hour. I was covered in sawdust, my sanity was hanging by a thread, and Mr. Fluffernutter III was basking in his glory. It was a complete and utter disaster. And yet… I wouldn't trade it. Because… cat.

Okay, Okay, That's… Something. Anything Else? Do you have any minor categories that you like to ramble about?

Oh, the minor categories? Where do I *begin*?! Let's see…

The Glorious Absurdity of Modern Technology: Let's talk about why my printer hates me, how Siri never understands anything, and the existential dread of having to update my phone again. (It's a conspiracy, I tell you!)
The Enigmatic World of Coffee: My undying love for caffeine, the perfect cup, and the soul-crushing agony of lukewarm, burnt, or otherwise incorrectly made coffee. It's a journey, people. A caffeine-fueled, slightly frantic, journey.
Fitted Sheets: The eternal struggle! Folding them is a war crime! They are the bane of my existence, and yet, I *need* them. It's a love-hate relationship of epic proportions.
The Utter Chaos That Is Online Shopping: The thrill of a good deal, the crushing disappointment of receiving the wrong item, and the unadulterated joy of a perfectly-packaged delivery. The world ofStay Finder Blogs

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