Escape to Michigan: Unbelievable Deals at Super 8 Mt. Pleasant!
Okay, buckle up, Buttercup! Because we're about to dive headfirst into the Super 8 Mt. Pleasant, Michigan, a place that promises "Unbelievable Deals" and… well, let's just say we'll see about THAT. This isn't your sanitized, corporate review; this is the raw, unfiltered truth!
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So, the mission: ESCAPE. From what, you ask? Life, mostly. And the Super 8 in Mt. Pleasant promised sanctuary. Let's face it, the pictures on the website… they always look… perfect. Spoiler alert: realities are often a bit… messier.
Accessibility (and the Great Elevator Gamble):
First off, cheers to the accessibility, or lack thereof. "Facilities for disabled guests" is listed, which should be a good sign. The elevator, though? Let's just say it took patience. And I’m not talking zen master levels of patience, more like the "stuck-in-rush-hour-traffic" kind. The good news? It did run… eventually. The bad news? The stairs are there, which is an experience that’s sometimes easier.
Cleanliness and Safety – The Invisible Enemy, the Visible Efforts:
Okay, let's be real, the world feels a bit… germy these days. Super 8 does try. Listed are "Anti-viral cleaning products," "Daily disinfection," "Hand sanitizer," the whole shebang. Rooms are cleaned between stays. I felt the effort, which is something, right? Were surfaces gleaming? Hmm, not exactly. But the will was there! (And I brought my own wipes, just in case.)
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking – The Breakfast Blues… And Other Adventures:
Ah, breakfast. The classic hotel gamble. "Breakfast [buffet]" is listed. What did I find? Well, let's just say the "buffet" was more of a… suggestion. Pre-packaged pastries, some questionable-looking fruit (that suspiciously resembled something that has been through a long time), and instant coffee that’s best described as "brownish water." But hey! The coffee shop offered some things!
Coffee/tea in the restaurant: The coffee was drinkable. That counts for something, right?
Snack bar: I found a vending machine with some options, which is fine.
The rest in this section can be added, with more emphasis of the negative, or better, the "meh" experience. (I'm imagining the bar, but the bar doesn’t exist here)
Rooms – The Good, the Bad, and the Questionable Bedspread:
Okay, the rooms. The "Air conditioning" worked, praise the gods! "Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!" (See below, on internet issues to see how well this worked) The "Blackout curtains," were mostly effective. The biggest issue was always the bedspread. Is it clean? Is it not clean? Who can even tell? It covers your body, so it’s fine! (More or less)
- Wi-Fi [free]: Hmmm…. "Free Wi-Fi" should be the internet. The reality? Spotty. Slow. The kind of Wi-Fi that makes you want to throw your laptop out the window after the 7th reset. But, hey, at least it was free! Okay, this is getting old
Things to Do (or Not):
Mt. Pleasant isn't exactly a bustling metropolis. Super 8 doesn't have much on offer, so get ready for…well, get ready to find your own fun.
Fitness center: There is a gym. Okay. Did I use it? Heck no! I was on vacation!
Pool with view: There's an outdoor pool. But remember, it's Mt. Pleasant, Michigan. The weather is… unpredictable.
Extra Tidbits (Because I Like to Complain):
"Babysitting service" / "Family/child friendly": I didn't have kids with me, so I can't speak to this, but the "family-friendly" vibe appeared to be fairly relaxed. (Read: chaotic)
"Smoke alarms": Let’s just say, they were there.
"Elevator": We already covered this, right? The elevator… ugh.
The Verdict? (Drumroll, Please!)
Look, the Super 8 Mt. Pleasant is a budget hotel. It’s not the Ritz. It's a place to crash. If you’re looking for luxury, keep looking. But if you need a base camp for exploring the surrounding area, or if you're on a serious wallet-watch, and you are okay with a bit of…character, then sure, it's a place to consider. Just pack your own hand sanitizer, your own pillows, and maybe a good book to read while you're… waiting for the elevator.
Final, stream-of-consciousness Thoughts:
The staff? Generally, very friendly (bless their hearts). The location? Okay. Not exactly scenic, but close enough to some… things. The deals? Possibly believable, but the “unbelievable” part might be a bit of a stretch. Would I stay again? Maybe. If I won the lottery and needed a place to crash while buying a mansion, probably not. But for a cheap, passable stay? Sure, you have to take the good with the bad.
Let's see here:
- The Wi-Fi was definitely not good.
- The breakfast was meh.
- The pool was fine, probably.
- The staff were nice.
- The elevator sucked.
- And the bedspread… well, I survived.
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Okay, buckle up, buttercup, 'cause this itinerary for my glorious (and potentially slightly disastrous) adventure in Mt. Pleasant, Michigan, at the Super 8? Well, it's less a smooth-sailing yacht and more like a rusty, optimistic rowboat in a sudden squall.
Day 1: Arrival (and the Existential Dread of Motel Carpets)
- 2:00 PM: Arrive at Super 8. Pray to the gods of clean motel rooms that the carpet isn't a breeding ground for things best left un-mentioned. Seriously, the smell of some of these budget lodgings… it’s a potent mix of stale air, cleaning chemicals, and the ghosts of a thousand forgotten guests. Check-in process: Pray they accept my card.
- 2:15 PM: Room inspection. Okay, the carpet is… interesting. Let’s just say, it has character. I’ll bring my shoes. At least the bed looks… potentially sleep-able. Cross fingers.
- 2:30 PM: Unpack, or attempt to. My suitcase is a chaotic mess. I'm pretty sure I've packed three different versions of myself. Decide to tackle the chaos later. Right now, gotta find the remote.
- 3:00 PM: Deep intellectual exploration (aka flipping through channels). End up watching a rerun of Cops for an embarrassingly long time. Realize I have no idea what the local police department looks like. Make a mental note to be on my best behavior.
- 4:00 PM: (Attempted) Grocery Run: After a quick google search of local groceries, I start for a local store. I forget the name, but I remember the directions.
- 4:30 PM: Wander the aisles, completely overwhelmed. So many choices! End up buying way too much junk food (duh) and a lonely single apple. Seriously, is that the only apple left? Is that a sign? Probably… a sign that I'm going to eat the whole thing.
- 5:30 PM: Back at the motel, with my bounty. Realize I forgot the plates. And the cutlery. And a can opener. This is why I'm not allowed to go out.
- 7:00 PM: Dinner is chips, chocolate, The Apple, and the regret. This is my life now. Think about ordering pizza, but then the guilt kicks in. Embrace the delicious.
Day 2: Culture, (Maybe Some) Adventure, and the Quest for… Well, Anything Decent
- 8:00 AM: Wake up, or stumble out of bed. The sheets are… surprisingly okay. Small victories.
- 9:00 AM: The complimentary breakfast. The holy grail (or, you know, the slightly-below-average-but-free breakfast). I find a couple of stale bagels, some questionable coffee, and a moment to ponder the meaning of life while staring at a picture of a waffle. I take my food, I eat it.
- 10:00 AM: "Culture" time - Head to the local museum. I go in, I look around, and I try not to judge everyone. I think I see a weird guy checking me out. I don't like him.
- 12:00 PM: Lunch in town, I eat a sandwich with no condiments.
- 2:00 PM: Central Michigan University, (or, at least, a quick drive-by. I'm not going to act like I'll be going to class or anything.) I can't believe all the people who looked so young. Maybe I should go to University and study… something. I have no clue what.
- 4:00 PM: Return to the Super 8 and stare at the carpet. Decide to rearrange the furniture, an act of rebellion against the beige monotony. It makes zero difference.
- 5:00 PM: Decide that I need some fresh air. Decide to go for a walk.
- 5:15 PM: "Walk" quickly turns into "Wander aimlessly." End up in a residential area and almost get eaten alive by a swarm of mosquitoes the size of small birds. This is Michigan.
- 6:30 PM: Back at the motel, smelling vaguely of bug spray. Realize I have no energy to go out for dinner. Sigh dramatically.
- 7:00 PM: The pizza place delivers. Double pepperoni, because, damn it, I earned it. And this time, I remember the napkins. Score!
Day 3: The Imploding End (and the Sweet, Sweet Escape)
- 8:00 AM: Wake up, feeling… surprisingly alright, despite the pizza coma. The carpet still looms.
- 9:00 AM: Breakfast, same as yesterday. More bagels, more coffee, a little bit less hope.
- 10:00 AM: Decide to take a dip in the indoor pool. The water is a suspicious shade of… well, not crystal clear. But, hey, it’s wet. I did a cannonball.
- 11:30 AM: Pack my bags. Now the true chaos begins.
- 12:00 PM: Check-out time. Do a final inspection of the room. Hope I didn't leave anything too embarrassing behind.
- 12:15 PM: Leave. Don't look back. Never look back. Because I think I'm going to have nightmares about that carpet for weeks.
- 12:30 PM: Drive away, feeling oddly… relieved. And already planning my next adventure. Because apparently, I thrive on a good dose of organized chaos.
This, my friend, is a glimpse into my slightly flawed, incredibly human, Mt. Pleasant experience. May your travels be less… carpet-centric. And may your pizza always arrive on time.
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So, Super 8 Mt. Pleasant… Is it REALLY a "deal," or are we talking about a deal with the devil?
Okay, look, "deal" is subjective. Let's be honest. This isn't the Ritz. This is *Super 8*, baby. But, and it’s a BIG but, if you're looking for a place to crash after… well, let's just say "adventures" in Mt. Pleasant (and I've had some), then yeah, it's a deal. Especially compared to some of the other places. You're not shelling out a mortgage payment for a night's sleep. But you ARE getting what you pay for. Which brings me to my next point...
What's the *vibe* like? Because "Super 8" can mean… a lot of things.
The vibe? Picture this: you're driving down a two-lane highway at 3 AM, windows down, slightly buzzed on the remnants of a questionable gas station burrito. You see a glowing beacon, a shimmering oasis of… well, Super 8. That’s the vibe. It's kind of… transient and a little bit… well, let's say *characterful*. Like, you might run into a trucker named Bubba, a family on a road trip from Des Moines, or a lone wolf escaping the… well, life. It's a mixed bag, but generally, it's a friendly "I-just-need-a-bed-for-the-night" kind of atmosphere. Don't expect the Four Seasons. Expect… Super 8.
Alright, let's talk specifics. The rooms. What are they *actually* like? Is it all just mold and regret?
Okay, here's where things get… interesting. The rooms? They're… functional. Let's go with that. I stayed there last summer. It was… well, let's just say the air conditioning unit was a contender for the loudest thing in the universe, apart from my own snoring. (My wife, bless her heart, still reminds me.) The decor? Think early 2000s neutral with a splash of… beige. The beds? Let's just say they're comfy enough after a long day, but don't get too frisky, you know? As for mold… I didn't *see* any. But you know… sometimes you don't want to *look* too closely, right? Cleanliness is… variable. Honestly, I've stayed in much worse. But also, I've stayed in places with a LOT more sparkle. Again, you're paying for the basics. Expect the basics. And maybe bring some Clorox wipes, just in case. You know? For your own peace of mind.
The breakfast. Don't tell me it's all just stale bagels and sadness. Is there *any* redemption?
Ah, the dreaded breakfast. Honestly? It’s… what you expect. The "continental breakfast" is, at its core, a triumph of hope over reality. I always feel a tiny bit bad for the folks putting it out, like, they're *trying*. You've got your bagels (probably), your muffins (maybe), your questionable-looking cereal, and the holy grail: the waffle maker! *That*, my friends, is the redemption. It's the little slice of sunshine in a sea of… prepackaged convenience. And hey, free coffee! (Strong enough to raise the dead, sometimes.) Look, it's not a gourmet experience, but it'll keep you going until lunch. Just lower your expectations, and you'll be fine. Promise.
Okay, let's talk about *that* time… that one… thing you remember. The *moment*. Spill the tea!
Ahem. Okay. This is where it gets… personal. Picture this: it's last July. My wife and I were in Mt. Pleasant for… a thing. Let's just say it involved a wedding and too much champagne. We stumble into Super 8 around 2 AM. We are *exhausted*. We drag our luggage into our room, which, as previously stated, was beige-tastic. The AC is roaring like a jet engine. I go to turn it *off*. I can’t find it. Oh God. I started looking around the room like a crazed person, and it wasn’t on the wall or anywhere normal. I then started shouting and it turned out on the other side of the wall. And then, it just turned off. I go to the bathroom to pee. The flusher… it does *not* flush. The toilet seat? Loose. It's wobbling. I decide to try and fix the toilet, like the handyman I am (read: not). I eventually just gave up and went to sleep. And then, the fire alarm went off at 6 am. Apparently, someone burnt the toast. In the moment? I swore. a lot. But now? It’s hilarious. It’s what makes the memory of Super 8.. well… memorable. It’s part of the charm, right? Right?
Are there any hidden gems? Like, a secret swimming pool?! Or some other miraculous perk?
Swimming pool? No. Miraculous perks? Hmm. The staff are generally friendly, even if they are probably making minimum wage and dealing with… well, people like me all day. The location IS convenient, right off the highway. So, you can at least get *out* of Mt. Pleasant easily. And, look, if you are a light sleeper, bring earplugs. Seriously. Trust me. Otherwise… just the low cost, and sometimes, that's all you need. That's the hidden gem, right there. Cheap. And in this economy? That's pretty good.
So, final verdict: Should I stay at Super 8 Mt. Pleasant? Or run screaming into the night?
Look, if you're expecting luxury? Run. If you're expecting a perfect experience? Run. If you need a place to crash, if you're on a budget, or if you just need a base camp for your Mt. Pleasant shenanigans? Maybe, just maybe, it's the perfect place. Just set your expectations low. Embrace the chaos. And bring those earplugs. You'll leave with a story. And isn't that what travel is all about, in the end? The stories? And the questionable breakfast? Probably.
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