Stratford's BEST Homewood Suites? (Hilton Secret REVEALED!)
Stratford's Hottest Secret: Is Homewood Suites REALLY the Best? (Spoiler Alert: I'm Still Trying to Figure It Out!)
Okay, let's be real. Finding a truly amazing hotel in Stratford, Ontario – a town that's all Shakespeare, quaint streets, and… well, more Shakespeare – can feel like trying to find a good pizza place in Italy. You know it exists, but you gotta sift through a mountain of tourist traps. I've spent more than a few weekends wrestling with this very question, and after ALL THE RESEARCH, I'm here to drop my own (slightly messy, totally opinionated) take on Stratford's Homewood Suites. Buckle up, because it's good, but it's also… Complicated.
Accessibility: They Get It, Mostly.
This is a HUGE plus. Seriously. They've clearly put some thought into accommodating everyone. Wheelchair accessible? Check. Elevators whizzing you up and down? Affirmative. The hallways seem wide enough to hold a parade (okay, maybe a small, polite one), and I saw ramps everywhere. My only minor gripe? Sometimes the automatic doors felt a tad slow. But hey, considering some places still struggle, Homewood Suites gets a solid A+ in this department. I saw lots of folks easily navigating the place, which always makes my heart happy.
Eating Your Way Through Stratford (and Hopefully Not the Budget):
Let's talk food, because, well, I love food. And budget travel sometimes means compromising on a lot.
- Breakfast: The Savior. Okay, the free breakfast. Listen. This isn't gourmet Michelin-star stuff. But it's good. And the word "free" transforms even the most mediocre scrambled eggs into a culinary masterpiece, right? Plus, the breakfast takeaway service is a godsend if you're dashing off to a matinee or, you know, just want to eat in your pajamas. They have a decent buffet, with the usual suspects: Asian breakfast options (yay!) and sometimes, bless their hearts, some kind of international cuisine twist. You'll find coffee, tea, and even bottled water freely available at this time.
- Beyond Breakfast (and The Kitchenette): Okay, it's a Homewood Suites, so the real magic is in the kitchenette in the rooms. Microwave, fridge, stovetop… Boom. You can BYO food, which is PERFECT for saving money. Restaurants? Well, there are restaurant options available at the hotel. But I'm more of a “grab some takeout and eat in my pajamas” kinda gal.
Rooms: Clean, Comfy, and (Thank Goodness) Air-Conditioned.
Alright, let's get down to the nitty-gritty. Does the hotel actually feel clean? Yes. HUGE YES. The anti-viral cleaning products are reassuring, and everything felt sparkling. Rooms sanitized between stays? Another big check. And a huge sigh of relief.
- Wi-Fi: Free (and Mostly Functional). Free Wi-Fi in all rooms is a MUST in this day and age, and Homewood Suites delivers. There is also Internet [LAN] available if you're into the wired life, but I mostly stuck with the Wi-Fi, which, blessedly, worked most of the time.
- The "Must-Haves": Air conditioning? Absolutely. Blackout curtains? Essential for sleeping in after a late show. Coffee/tea maker, mini-bar, refrigerator… They've thought of everything. Extra long bed? Yes, and thankfully so! Non-smoking rooms and a general focus on safety features are welcome.
The "Things to Do" and (Potentially) Over-the-Top Relaxation… Or, Meh.
Okay, this is where things get a little… interesting.
- The "Relaxation" Zone: I really wanted to love this aspect. There's a fitness center (I peeked – it looked decent!), a swimming pool [outdoor] (seasonal, and I didn't get to try it), but… that's about it. There is a sauna, a steamroom, a spa but whether it's all THAT impressive? I don't know, I didn't get round to try it and I have to be honest I didn't see it either, so maybe it's another part of the hotel!
- The "Things to Do" Section:
- You CAN get a Baby sitting service but I doubt if I will be taking that option.
- You should find that Family/child friendly is what it is.
- They have something called Couple's room I haven't tried either but I bet it's a treat!
- If your are keen you can find something like Family room which is very welcomed!
- For the kids, Kids facilities, Kids meal can certainly make an impression on your kid.
Services and Conveniences: The Little Things That Matter (and the Overwhelming Amount of Options).
Homewood Suites is chock-full of services. Seriously, it's like they're trying to anticipate your every whim.
- The "Helpful Humans": Concierge? Check. Express check-in/out? Check. Daily housekeeping? Yup. The staff were generally friendly and helpful – not overly effusive, but efficient and kind.
- The "Making Life Easier" Department: Laundry service? Yes. Dry cleaning? Also yes. Convenience store? Uh-huh. Luggage storage? You bet. It's all very convenient. Maybe too convenient, sometimes.
- The "Business Traveler's Paradise" (Maybe): Business facilities? Yep. Meetings, meeting/banquet facilities, facilities for disabled guests. It's not like I used any of them, but they are THERE.
Cleanliness and Safety: Peace of Mind, Priceless.
In this day and age, safety is paramount.
- The "Sterile Zone": Anti-viral cleaning products, room sanitization opt-out available, professional grade sanitizing services, sanitized kitchen and tableware items, and staff trained in safety protocol. This is comforting.
- The "Watchful Eye": CCTV in common areas, CCTV outside property, fire extinguisher, smoke alarms, security [24-hour]
My Final Verdict (and a Few Rambling Thoughts):
So, is Stratford's Homewood Suites the absolute best? I'm not sure I can go that far. But it's damn good. It's a solid choice for a comfortable stay, especially if accessibility is a priority. The free breakfast, kitchenettes, and cleanliness are HUGE wins. The service? Reliable. The amenities? Abundant.
My advice? Book it. But also, keep your expectations realistic. It's not a five-star luxury experience. But it's a reliable, comfortable, and convenient base camp for exploring Stratford, and that's what matters most. And hey, you can always order a pizza in your pajamas. That's a luxury, right?
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your grandma's perfectly-formatted travel itinerary. This is a messy, real-life, slightly-caffeinated journey through… well, Homewood Suites by Hilton Stratford, Stratford, CT. Get ready for a wild ride.
Day 1: Arrival and the Quest for the Perfect Swivel Chair
1:00 PM - 1:30 PM: The Great Check-In (and the Battle of the Bellhop's Smile): Arrived. Exhausted. Road trip from… well, let's just say a long way. Praying the check-in process is smooth. (Side note: Why do some hotel staff have this almost too perfect, Stepford Wife level smile? It's unsettling. Are they judging me? Am I wearing too many mismatched socks?) Smooth check-in surprisingly, except my room key didn't work right. The quest begins. My room is in the back, on the third floor. And the elevator is… well, it's an elevator, functional, nothing to write home about.
1:30 PM - 2:00 PM: Room Reconnaissance and the Swivel Chair Saga: Okay, room's alright. Standard Homewood Suites fare. But the chair. Ah, the chair. Every business traveler knows. The swivel chair. The centerpiece of every hotel room "office." Mine is crucial. Can it swivel? Does it look comfy? Does it squeak? (Annoying squeaks should be a hotel crime). Oh glory the chair swivels. I'm victorious!
2:00 PM - 3:00 PM: The Unpacking Debacle (and the Mysterious Stain): Unpacking. This is where the messy part begins. My suitcase exploded. Not literally, but mentally. It's a black hole of mismatched clothes and half-worn shoes. I find a questionable stain on the carpet near the mini-fridge. Is it coffee? Is it… worse? Decide to ignore it. Ignorance is bliss at this point. And I forgot my toothbrush. Classic.
3:00 PM - 4:00 PM: The Pool (or, the Pretense of Relaxation): Okay. Attempting to de-stress with a swim in the pool. Let's be honest, I'm probably just going to end up bobbing around, staring at the ceiling, and pretending to be deep in thought. The pool is surprisingly empty. Perfect. Now just to find my way through the water and back again. Which is quite the struggle.
4:00 PM - 5:00 PM: Work/Email Attempt & the Wifi Nightmare: Time to pretend to work. Laptop out. Coffee in hand. The sweet, sweet promise of productivity. But then… the WiFi. Oh, the WiFi. Every hotel's Kryptonite. Staring blankly at the log-in page, feeling the familiar rage of dropped connections and slow loading. Spent the better part of an hour wrestling with the internet like a rabid badger. Success! Now I can hate myself for the emails I'm still behind on.
5:00 PM - 7:00 PM: Dinner Quest & the Stratford Dining Scene (and the Dread of the Complimentary Social Hour): Okay, time for dinner. This is where I get lost. I swear, I'm a pro at getting lost. Stratford is not exactly known for its Michelin-starred restaurants. Googled, found a casual place nearby. But first, the complimentary social hour. Free drinks! Yay! Except… is it forced camaraderie with people I don't know? The horror! Decide to avoid and just grab a takeout instead.
7:00 PM - 9:00 PM: Dinner & Mindless TV Watching: Takeout acquired. Back in the room. TV on. Comfort food consumed. My brain is officially mush. Currently contemplating the existential meaning of reality TV. And, finally, a good swivel chair.
9:00 PM - 11:00 PM: Sleepy Time: Sleep! Glorious, much-needed sleep. Hoping the hotel bed is as comfy as it looks. Fingers crossed for no bed bugs! Good night world.
Day 2: The Breakfast Buffet Battlefield and the Quest for Civilization
- 7:00 AM - 8:00 AM: Breakfast Buffet Frenzy (and the Battle for the Waffle Machine): The breakfast buffet. The heart of the hotel experience (or, at least, the stomach). I'm a sucker for waffles. But the waffle machine is always a source of anxiety. Will it be available? Will there be a line? Will I be judged for piling too many toppings on? This is all a game. I get the last waffle. It’s a victory!
- 8:00 AM - 9:00 AM: The Stratford Side of the world: A quick drive outside of the the hotel to some nearby attractions. (I should have done my research, dang it!)
- 9:00 AM - 12:00 PM: The Day Out: Spend the day! Oh good.
- 12:00 PM - 1:00 PM: Lunch! More food.
- 1:00 PM - 3:00 PM: Back to the Hotel, and the Swivel Chair's New Purpose: Back to the room. Time to finish some emails. At the end of all of this, it comes down to the swivel chair.
- 3:00 PM - 5:00 PM: Prepping for the Final Act Take time to re-pack.
- 5:00 PM - 7:00 PM: Dinner and the Final Night Enjoy dinner.
- 7:00 PM - 8:00 PM: Chill Time Watch some TV.
- 8:00 PM - 10:00 PM: Sleep Sleep like a rockstar.
Day 3: Departure and the Bitter-Sweet Goodbye to the Swivel Chair
- 7:00 AM - 8:00 AM: The Last Breakfast (and the Waffle Redemption): Must get more waffles. And hopefully, the coffee machine will be cooperating this morning.
- 8:00 AM - 9:00 AM: The Packing Finale (and the Struggle with Souvenirs): Packing. Again. This time with a slightly heavier suitcase thanks to the aforementioned souvenirs (and the extra snacks from the breakfast buffet I "accidentally" slipped into my bag). Wondering if I can sneak the chair home. Probably not.
- 9:00 AM - 10:00 AM: Check-Out and the Final Farewell: Check-out. Smooth. (Dare I say, too smooth?) One last look at the room. Goodbye, swivel chair. You were a true companion.
- 10:00 AM - Onward: The Journey Home (and the Realization of the Laundry Pile that Awaits): Driving. Thinking. Mostly about the laundry pile at home. Wishing I could just teleport back to the Homewood Suites, swivel chair and all. But, the road calls. Til next time, Stratford. Or at least, till next time… somewhere.
So, What *is* This All About, Exactly? (And Should I Even Care?)
Alright, so you want the *spiel*? Fine. Basically, it's supposed to... Oh, you know what? Let's just say I've been swimming in… *stuff*. Experiences. Adventures. Disasters. You get the idea. And *this*, this is where I cough them up. Like a particularly verbose, slightly traumatized cat with a penchant for oversharing. Think of it as a chaotic roadmap of... well, *me*. And should you care? Honestly? Probably not. But hey, you're here, aren't you?
Okay, But Like… Is This Gonna Take Forever? I'm Kind of Hungry.
Forever? God, I hope not. My stomach's starting to rumble too. Depends on the day, honestly. Some days, the words just *flow*. Other days? It's like trying to squeeze toothpaste out of a nearly empty tube. And sometimes, I just get side-tracked staring at a particularly interesting dust bunny. So, yeah, could take a while. Grab a sandwich. Maybe a lifetime supply of coffee. We're in this for the long haul, folks. Prepare yourselves.
Are you… Okay? You Seem… Intensely Energetic.
Ah, the question everyone asks! Am I okay? Define "okay." I'm... *functioning*. Mostly. Look, life's a circus, right? Sometimes you're the ringmaster, sometimes you're the guy getting cream pies to the face. Today? I'm feeling a healthy dose of both. Don't worry, I'm not gonna start listing my therapist's number or anything... probably. But yeah, a little wired? Maybe. Maybe a LOT.
What Can I *Actually* Expect to Learn Here? Aside from Potential Therapy Bills.
Learn? Good question! I'm mostly winging it, so I'm not making any promises. You *might* glean some wisdom. You *might* pick up some bad habits. You *might* just end up wondering what you're doing with your life. The beauty of this whole thing is that I am not sure of anything. Look, if you're expecting a perfectly crafted life lesson, you're in the wrong place. If you're looking for a slightly unhinged perspective on, well, \*gestures vaguely\*... *everything*, then you're in the right place. Maybe. Honestly, sometimes I think I am just a walking disaster.
Do you Have ANY Regrets?!
Regrets? Oh, sweet baby Jesus, where do I even *begin*? Okay, there was this time I tried to home-dye my hair… neon green. Let's just say it didn't quite turn out as planned. More like, it turned into a swamp monster-esque shade that haunted my bathroom for weeks. The pictures? Burned. Literally. That was probably good. Then there was the whole "accidental chili-eating contest." Let me tell you, my digestive system hasn't forgiven me for that yet. Then there was the time I "tried" to bake a cake, which ended up looking more like a dense brick than any dessert. But you know what? If I had to choose one? Probably that time I agreed to go bungee jumping. The sheer terror, the feeling of plummeting towards the earth... the way my stomach seemed to leap into my throat and stay there for a week. The fear! I swear, for a split second, I saw my life flashing before my eyes. And it was mostly just me, awkwardly eating a sandwich. Absolutely mortifying. Every single second. I'd do it again, though. Probably. Maybe. Definitely. I'm a glutton for punishment, I suppose.
What's Your Favorite Food? And Why? (Important Questions, People!)
Oh, the food questions! Look, I have a complicated relationship with food. It's a constant dance between craving and regretting. But if I *had* to choose? Pizza. Specifically, pizza with way too many toppings. I mean, come on! Stretchy cheese, the crispy crust, the *bliss* of biting into something so comforting and familiar? Pizza is a hug in food form. And sometimes, you just need a hug, you know? Okay, I am now experiencing pizza cravings. I'll be right back.
Do You Have Any Pets? Tell me about them!
Pets? Oh, yes. I currently have a cat named Mr. Fluffernutter. Fluffy has a history. Fluffy used to be a stray, and showed up at my doorstep one rainy night, looking like a soggy, slightly annoyed, hairball. He's a fluffy, ginger tyrant, really. He meows for food at 4 AM every morning. I think my cat, and I, might be living different life stages, I am in my "get up at 8," and he is in his "4 AM" stage. But honestly, he's the greatest. He's the one who keeps me sane. Or at least, the one who screams the loudest when I'm going crazy. He's just the best kind of friend a person could hope for. Except when he sheds. Oh, the shedding! It's a constant battle.
What's the Craziest Thing That Ever Happened to You?
"Craziest" is a tough one, because things tend to get a little... *wild* around me. But… There was this one time I tried to learn how to salsa dance. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Romantic, even! I envisioned myself gliding across the dance floor, effortlessly dipping and twirling, the envy of everyone in the room. The reality? A hilarious, sweaty, awkward mess. I tripped on my own feet. Repeatedly. I stepped on my partner's toes (sorry, random stranger!). I almost knocked over a table. I swear, I'm not even sure I understand the concept of rhythm. Eventually, I just gave up and sat down, nursing my bruised ego and a lukewarm drink. And you know what? It was *fantastic*. Total and utter humiliation, captured in a single evening. It's probably the best story I have, because it’s so awful! That’s the kind of crazy I thrive on.
Alright, Enough with the Rambling... Where Do We Go From Here?
Well, that's the beauty of it all, isn't it? WeWhere To Stay Now
