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I stayed at HB Hotel for three nights in June. Weekday rate, quick work trip, with one free day to wander. I came in with a carry-on, a laptop, and way too many snacks. Classic me. If you’d like an expanded play-by-play of this visit, my full write-up lives on My Honest Stay at HB Hotel: Warm, Handy, and a Little Noisy.

Check-In: Smooth and kind

I rolled in at 3:20 p.m. The lobby smelled like lemon and clean sheets. Maria at the desk found my booking fast and handed me keys in under five minutes. She circled a taco spot on a paper map and said, “Go at 2 p.m. No line.” I love a local tip. They also had cold fruit water by the sofa. Small touch. Felt nice after a hot walk from the station.

The Room I Got (515)

I booked a Deluxe King. Room 515 faced the street. Medium size, not tiny, not huge. The bed was firm but not rock hard. Four pillows. Fresh sheets, no weird perfume scent. Two USB-A ports by the nightstand. One Type-C on the desk. Bless.

Shower had good water pressure. Not a trickle. Hot water came fast. Shampoo smelled like citrus. The hair dryer said 1600W. My curls got big, but not frizzy. Towels were thick and long. You know what? I notice towel length.

The mini fridge was quiet. I put yogurt and cut fruit in it at night. Still cold in the morning. There was a kettle and tea bags. I drink tea in bed, so that made me happy.

Sleep, Sound, and the AC Rattle

Here’s the thing. The AC worked. Room hit 69°F in about 15 minutes. But the vent rattled at 2 a.m. my first night. A soft buzz, like a loose coin. I called the desk. Maintenance came by 9:10 a.m. and tightened the grille. Fixed it. Saturday night still had street noise though. Not wild, but you can hear cars. If you’re a light sleeper, ask for a courtyard room.

Blackout curtains did a good job. I woke up at 6:30 a.m. on my own, not from sun.

Breakfast: Simple, filling, not fancy

Breakfast ran 6:30–10:30 a.m. My plate on day one: scrambled eggs, roasted tomatoes, fresh pineapple, and two small pastries. Coffee came from a push-button machine. The cappuccino was fine, more foam than power. I did enjoy the fresh orange juice. There was also oatmeal with toppings. No chef station, but I didn’t miss it. Staff kept the trays full.

Room service one night: chicken soup and a Caesar salad at 8:05 p.m. Soup was salty and warm in a good way. Salad was crisp. Croutons tasted fresh, not from a bag.

Wi-Fi and Work Stuff

I ran a speed test at the desk at 7:40 a.m. Down 118 Mbps. Up 42 Mbps. Latency 14 ms. Zoom calls were stable. No drops. I sent a 500 MB file to a client in under three minutes. The desk chair wasn’t plush, but I worked three hours and my back didn’t complain. Lots of outlets by the desk and the bed. The TV let me cast Netflix from my phone. Not locked down. Nice.

Gym, Pool, and Tiny Extras

The gym is small but useful. Two treadmills, a bike, a cable machine, and dumbbells up to 45 lbs. Fresh towels and a cold water jug. I ran two miles on Monday. Treadmill belts felt steady.

Rooftop pool is more “cool off” than “swim laps.” Maybe 20 feet long. About a dozen loungers. Sunset view was sweet. I took a book up and forgot time. There’s a bar cart on weekends. I had a ginger soda with lime. Light, crisp, zero fuss.

They offer free umbrellas at the door when it rains. I used one. Also, I liked that housekeeping left a sticky note: “We added green tea since you asked. Have a calm night.” That made me smile.

Location Vibes

I walked to the metro in seven minutes. There’s a bakery one block over that sells warm cheese rolls at 8 a.m. I timed it. Ten minutes on foot to a park with big shady trees. It felt safe at 9 p.m., but I still stuck to lit streets. Normal city sense. And if you’re planning a wider Southern California swing, my first-person travel story on the best hotels in the region might help you stitch together a comfy route.

Service Moments That Stuck

• My key card stopped working after I kept it near my phone. Twice. Front desk reprogrammed it fast. No sighs, no scold.
• I needed a cab at 4:45 a.m. for an early flight. It showed up at 4:43 a.m. The driver helped with my bag. Fare was fair.
• When the AC rattled, they fixed it the same day. They also left two extra waters without me asking.

What Bugged Me (But Didn’t Ruin It)

• One elevator was down for an hour on Friday. The other got busy. I took the stairs. Not a big deal, but worth a note.
• Street noise on Saturday. Ask for a high floor or courtyard side if you’re noise-sensitive.
• Shower floor felt slick. I asked for a bath mat. They brought one up in ten minutes. Problem solved.

Accessibility Notes

Entrance has a ramp, but there’s a small lip at the door. Elevators fit a stroller, tight but fine. Shower had one grab bar. Hallways felt wide. If you need a roll-in shower, call first to be sure. I didn’t see one on my floor.

Who This Hotel Fits

• Solo travelers and work trips
• Couples who want a clean, calm base
• Not my first pick for big families who need space to sprawl

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For a different boutique vibe in the same price range, you can peek at The Hotel Modern to see how its style compares before you book.

What I Paid

I paid $148 per night for a weekday rate in June. City tax was about $3 per night. Late checkout to 2 p.m. was $30. Worth it because I had a Zoom call and didn’t want to pack in a rush.

Quick Tips From My Stay

• Ask for a courtyard room if you’re a light sleeper.
• Keep your key card away from your phone. Saves a trip.
• Grab the lemon water in the lobby. It hits after a hot walk.
• If you work from the room, room 515 had steady Wi-Fi and strong outlets.
• Order the chicken soup if you get in late. It’s simple comfort.

If you're the sort who likes to double-check impressions before you book, skim the candid guest photos on TripAdvisor or browse the verified comments on Booking.com. Both platforms offer a wider spread of voices on how HB Hotel performs across different stay styles.

My Bottom Line

HB Hotel feels warm, clean, and easy. Staff cares. Wi-Fi is fast. Beds are solid. Noise can pop up on weekends, and little things like the elevator may test your patience for a minute, but fixes happen fast. I’d stay again for a work trip or a quiet weekday. For a big Saturday night? I’d ask for that courtyard room first.

—Kayla Sox

I booked a tiny hotel in the 7th, about five minutes from the Champ de Mars. I wanted a balcony. If you're still hunting for the right spot, you can browse Tripadvisor's curated list of Paris hotels featuring balconies, complete with user reviews and ratings or skim through Expedia's selection of Paris accommodations with balconies, providing detailed descriptions and booking options to get a broader sense of what's available. I needed fresh air, a little sun, and a place to sit with coffee and watch the roofs glow. Was it worth the extra euros? For me—yes. Mostly.
For another traveler’s take on a near-identical setup, The Hotel Modern’s sweet-view, small-trade-offs Paris balcony review mirrors a lot of what I found.

The room I got (and the stuff I noticed)

I stayed four nights, solo, on the 6th floor. There was a small lift that fit me and my carry-on, if we both breathed in. The room felt clean and simple. Warm wood floor, white duvet, two pillows, and a narrow closet with four hangers. The bed leaned firm, not hard. I slept fine.

Two outlets by the bed made me happy. The shower had great water pressure. Hot fast. Tiny sink, tiny shelf. It all worked.

But space was tight. My suitcase lived under the desk. I kept bumping my hip on the corner by the door. I’d call the room cozy, not roomy. If you need wide space to spread out, you’ll feel it.

The balcony (the whole reason I booked)

The balcony had a black iron rail and a stone ledge about two feet deep. There were two folding chairs and, when I asked, the front desk brought up a little round bistro table. It wasn’t a big terrace. I could step out, sit, set my cup down, and that was about it. But the view? Oh, that view.

Chimney pots. Slate roofs. A slice of the Eiffel Tower peeking over a line of plane trees. At night, when the tower sparkled on the hour, I leaned on the rail and grinned like a kid. It felt silly and perfect.

Morning light hit the balcony by 8:30. I ate a warm butter croissant from the bakery on the corner. Flakes went everywhere. Pigeons stared at me like little gray judges. The coffee steam mixed with cool air. Paris smelled like bread and a tiny bit of car exhaust, which sounds odd, but felt real.

The good vibes

• Fresh air anytime, no fuss.
• A quiet spot to people-watch without being in a crowd.
• That cheeky Eiffel Tower peek at night.
• Sun in the morning, shade by late afternoon.

The stuff that bugged me (a little)

• Street noise. Not awful, but scooters zinged by till about midnight on Friday. I used the double doors when I wanted silence. They blocked most of it.
  (If noise levels are high on your priority list, compare notes with this honest HB Hotel stay recap—it dives into similar “warm, handy, a little noisy” trade-offs.)
• Smoke drift. Two balconies down, someone smoked after dinner. It came and went with the breeze. I moved my seat and it was fine, but yeah, I noticed.
• Tiny chairs. Cute, but not comfy for long sits. I folded a scarf on the seat like a cushion. Worked okay.
• Safety with kids. The rail looked sturdy, but if I had a toddler, I’d be nervous. I’d keep the door latched.

Service notes that matter

Check-in was fast. The front desk team spoke English, smiled, and answered my million questions. They showed me the latch on the balcony door and how the second seal worked on the window. Housekeeping kept the floor crumb-free, which is a win when you massacre a croissant.

Breakfast at the hotel was fine, but pricey for what it was. I liked getting a baguette sandwich and juice from the shop across the street and eating on the balcony instead. Cheaper. Tasty. Very me.

Weather check and when it shines

I went in late spring. Days were mild. Evenings got a bit chilly, so I kept a light sweater nearby. I sat outside in the rain once—just for five minutes. The drizzle softened the city and made the roofs look slick and blue. If you visit in winter, a balcony still works for short bursts of fresh air, but bring a coat. In summer, ask for a room with shade later in the day. Metal chairs get hot.

A quick reality check

I wanted the view. I also wanted sleep. Those two often fight. With the doors open, I got the breeze and the sounds of clinking glasses below. With the doors shut, I got peace and air-con. I switched back and forth, based on mood. That was the sweet spot.

Tips I learned the hard way

• Ask for a higher floor. Less street noise and better views.
• If you love sunrise, request an east-facing room. For sunset glow, west helps.
• If you’re smoke-sensitive, request a courtyard-facing balcony. Less drift.
• Pack a tiny clothespin to hold the curtain tight. Keeps early light out.
• Bring a travel mug. The little table wobbled, and the lid saved a spill.

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Value and who should book this

My room ran about the cost of a nice dinner more than a non-balcony room in the same hotel.
If you’re comparison-shopping boutique stays for your next trip, browsing options like The Hotel Modern can give you a sense of how smart design turns small spaces into memorable experiences.
Craving a different kind of splurge—say, your very own plunge pool instead of a balcony? Peek at this reviewer’s firsthand notes on what a private-pool hotel stay is really like for inspiration.

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For me, the balcony paid for itself. I skipped cafés a few times and made my own little sky seat. If you’re a view person, or you need a break from crowds without hiding inside, it’s worth it. If you crave big space or total silence all night, maybe not.

One last tiny story

On my second night, a sax wandered up from a bar down the block. Just a slow, sweet line. I stood barefoot on the stone, holding a mug, watching the tower sparkle. A couple on the next balcony whispered, then laughed. I didn’t catch a word, but the whole scene felt warm and light. That’s what the balcony gave me—a private slice of Paris, with room to breathe.

Would I book a hotel room with a balcony in Paris again? Honestly, yes. I’d pick the higher floor, bring a softer seat pad, and do it all over. Coffee, croissant, and that little shimmer at night. It’s small, sure. But it’s the good kind of small.

Quick outline

• Why I picked it
• Check-in stuff
• Room and bathroom (real details)
• Sleep and noise
• Food and room service
• Gym and Wi-Fi notes
• Location perks
• Staff moments
• What bugged me
• Price talk
• Who it fits
• Handy tips
• Final take

First, why this hotel?

I booked The London Hotel NYC for a work trip. Midtown. Close to meetings. I wanted space to spread out my laptop and gear. Also, a soft bed. Simple asks, right?

Side note: some folks now call it Conrad New York Midtown. People still say “the London” out of habit. Same spot on West 54th Street. Same big-suite vibe.

Travelers who like this polished-but-unfussy aesthetic should also check out The Hotel Modern when their plans take them to New Orleans—it nails a similar roomy, design-forward feel. By the way, I put together a separate deep-dive with even more photos and day-by-day notes—find it here.

Check-in: quick, not fussy

I rolled in at 11:10 a.m. after an early flight. My carry-on was heavy. They didn’t have a room ready yet, which was fair, but they tagged my bag and sent a text at 12:42 p.m. when a room opened. I liked that. No guessing. The incidental hold on my card was $150 per night. RFID keys worked every time. No weird demagnetizing.

The lobby felt calm. Soft lighting. Not a zoo like Times Square. I grabbed a lemon water and answered emails at a low table. Wi-Fi worked in the lobby without a login screen. Bless.

The room: big by NYC standards

I got a king suite on the 18th floor, north side. There was a separate sitting area with a sofa that didn’t sag. A real desk, too, not a wobbly one. Two outlets by the desk, plus one USB-A (no USB-C). I wish there were more plugs by the bed, but there was one on each side, so I made it work.

• Nespresso machine with three pods. Housekeeping left two more when I asked.
• Mini-fridge actually kept drinks cold, not lukewarm.
• The iron didn’t leak. Sounds small, but my dress shirt cared.

The view was classic Midtown. Sliver of sky. A peek at Central Park between tall buildings if you leaned a bit. At sunset it looked like a movie.

The bathroom: shower people will smile

Two shower heads in a big walk-in. Real water pressure. Hot fast. Marble floors that weren’t slippery. Thick towels. A light-up mirror that made getting ready easier. I timed it one morning. It took me 18 minutes from shower to shoes. Efficient.

The invigorating water pressure even tempted me to finish with an icy rinse—one of those wellness tricks that supposedly fires up your system for the day. If you’ve ever wondered whether cranking the handle to “cold” can actually nudge your hormones in a good way, check out this research-backed breakdown: Do cold showers increase testosterone? The article sifts through the studies, busts the common myths, and gives practical tips you can experiment with during your next hotel stay.

One tiny nit: Only one small shelf for my stuff. My dopp kit took over the sink area like a boss.

Sleep: nearly perfect

The bed was plush and supportive at the same time. Pillows had options. One soft, one firmer. Blackout curtains actually blocked light, which made my 6:30 a.m. call less painful. I could hear a faint siren now and then—hey, it’s Midtown—but it was more hum than blare. I asked for a white-noise machine at 9 p.m. They brought it up in 12 minutes. That helped.

Room service and food nearby

I tried room service on night one. Burger and fries. The burger was juicy and held together. The fries were warm, not hot. Still tasty with the aioli, but not crispy. It came in 34 minutes, which matched what they told me on the phone.

Most mornings, I grabbed coffee at the Pret on 6th Ave. One morning I treated myself to a chocolate chip cookie from Levain on 74th after a quick walk through the park. Worth it. For lunch, Sweetgreen on 55th is easy when you’re on calls back-to-back.

Gym and Wi-Fi: the work bits

• Gym had two Peloton bikes, treadmills, and free weights up to 50 lbs. Towels were stocked. Cold water. No funny smells. I got a 25-minute ride in before an 8 a.m. briefing and didn’t feel rushed.
• Wi-Fi was solid. I ran a quick test: 120 Mbps down, 85 up in the room. I did two Zoom calls with screen share. Zero drops. I sent a 500 MB file to a client in under a minute. That felt good.

Location: Midtown moves

You can walk to Central Park in about 10 minutes. MoMA is even closer. I hopped on the B/D lines at 7th Ave, and the E at 53rd made the airport run simple. I used Google Maps and Apple Pay the whole time. No hiccups. If you’re seeing a show, Broadway is a brief stroll. You’re far enough from Times Square to keep your sanity. Need something on the Upper West Side instead? My no-frills stay at the Belnord is summed up in this piece.

Staff moments that stood out

The bell team was fast with bags. Housekeeping left extra water without me asking after day two—small touch, big smile. The front desk sent up a spare iPhone charger when mine died. You know what? Thoughtful goes a long way. If you’re curious how other guests rate their stays, the hotel's Tripadvisor reviews line up closely with my own experience.

What bugged me (because nothing’s perfect)

• Outlet spacing by the bed was tight. I travel with a small power cube; you might want one too.
• Room service fries needed two more minutes. Crispy matters.
• The lighting controls took a minute to learn. It’s not hard, just a little “which switch does what?” moment.

These are small things. But they’re real.

Price talk

My rate was $429 per night for a midweek stay in spring. After taxes and fees, the bill climbed. That’s NYC. I keep a simple rule: if a suite gives me real space and real sleep, I’m okay paying more on work trips. This passed that test. If you’re planning to swap skyscrapers for trees on the same trip, I rounded up a batch of cool hotels Upstate New York that balance style and fresh air.

Who should stay here

• Business travelers who need a desk and quiet
• Couples who like space and a big shower
• Solo travelers who want Midtown without chaos

Maybe not great for: families who want a pool or a big, kid-focused vibe.

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Handy tips I learned

• Ask for a high floor on the north side if you like a calmer view.
• Bring a small power strip or a dual USB charger.
• The white-noise machine is a free request—just ask.
• For a fast breakfast, grab a yogurt and coffee across 6th Ave and start your walk toward the park.
• Citi Bike dock at 7th and 53rd is close if you like a quick ride.

Final take

Would I stay at The London Hotel NYC again? Yes. The suite size, the shower, and the sleep made my work days smoother. The staff felt steady and kind. A few nits, sure. But the whole stay clicked. If you want Midtown ease with real room to breathe, this place hits that sweet spot.

I spent three long weekends in Gearhart over the past year. Different seasons, different trips. I wanted to see what stays cozy, what gets loud, and what’s worth the money. I tried McMenamins Gearhart Hotel, Gearhart Ocean Inn, and Gearhart by the Sea. Three spots. Three moods. One windy, sand-in-your-shoes town.

You know what? Gearhart sneaks up on you. It’s quiet. It smells like salt and pine. And yes, you really can find sand dollars at low tide. I mapped every detail of these stays—including costs, room numbers, and tons of photos—in my longer first-person Gearhart hotel breakdown if you want to bookmark it for later.

If your route takes you through Portland first, consider a night at The Hotel Modern for a design-forward reset before you aim the car toward the coast.

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McMenamins Gearhart Hotel: Pub Below, Golf Out Front, Beach Beyond

I stayed here in January 2024 for a quiet solo reset. I booked a queen room over the clubhouse. The price felt fair for winter. My room had the classic McMenamins vibe—quirky art, warm lights, comfy bed, and no TV (which I liked, but some folks won’t).

For authoritative information on McMenamins Gearhart Hotel, you can visit their official website.

• What worked:

  • The Sand Trap Pub downstairs had a crackling fire and friendly staff. I had clam chowder, a big salad, and a Ruby ale. Simple. Cozy.
  • Morning walks over the golf links to the dunes felt dreamy. Mist, crows, and that soft hush. It took me about 15 minutes to reach the beach path.
  • If you golf, you’re set. First tee is right there. I just watched, coffee in hand, feeling smug and lazy.

• What bugged me:

  • You can hear pub life at peak hours. It wasn’t wild, but there was a low hum till around 10. Bring earplugs if you’re early to bed.
  • The room ran a bit warm. I cracked the window. Solved it.
  • Parking fills fast on weekend nights, thanks to dinner crowds.

Who should book it: Golfers, couples who like a pint and a fireplace, and anyone who loves that “we’re in a storybook inn” feel. If you want total silence, keep reading.

Small aside: I didn’t bring my dog, but I saw pups on the patio. If you’re traveling with a pet, call and ask. Policies shift.

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Gearhart Ocean Inn: Sweet Cottages, Bikes, and That Old-Town Glow

In April 2024, I came back with my mom and my 7-year-old. We picked a cottage at Gearhart Ocean Inn. Think fresh white trim, tidy lawns, and hydrangeas when it’s warm. The staff left a little bag of saltwater taffy and a note. Not fancy. Just kind.
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• What I loved:

  • We borrowed beach cruisers and rode to the dunes. My kid rang the bell nonstop. I didn’t even mind.
  • The kitchenette was small but handy. We made grilled cheese and tomato soup. Power move on a rainy day.
  • There’s a gas fireplace. We dried socks, played Go Fish, and listened to the wind.
  • The Pacific Way Cafe is a short walk. We grabbed cinnamon rolls the size of my face. Worth it.

• What I didn’t love:

  • Shower pressure was gentle. Not weak, but not spa-strong.
  • Parking is snug when the place is full.
  • Summer rates climb. It’s popular. Spring and fall feel like the sweet spot.

Noise check: Nights were quiet. I slept hard. Like “forgot my phone exists” hard.

Who should book it: Couples who want calm. Small families who like a cottage vibe. Anyone who wants to walk to coffee and roll to the beach.

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Gearhart by the Sea: Big Space, Real Kitchens, and a Pool for Windy Days

We did a family week here in August 2023—me, my sister, and her two kids. We went for a two-bedroom condo with a peek at the ocean. It’s a condo complex, so each unit is different. Some are updated, some are old-school beachy.

For details about Gearhart by the Sea, their official website provides comprehensive information.

• The good stuff:

  • Space. We spread out. No suitcase Tetris. Kids built puzzles on the floor and didn’t bump into anything.
  • Full kitchen. I made pasta with garlic and clams one night. We ate on the deck and watched the light fade.
  • The indoor pool saved us on a very windy afternoon. We swam till everyone got that nice, heavy-lidded look.
  • Walk to the beach is longer, across the grass and sand path, but it felt like part of the day. We saw two elk at dusk. Magic.

• The trade-offs:

  • No daily housekeeping in our unit. You take out trash and do light cleanup. Not a big deal, but plan for it.
  • Our condo had older carpet. Clean, just dated. Ask for a newer remodel if that matters to you.
  • Lots of stairs for some buildings. Groceries become a workout.

Tip from a tired aunt: Bring a wagon for beach gear. Or, if you have a high-clearance car and know the rules, people do drive onto the beach at certain access points nearby. Watch the tide. Soft sand can trap you fast.

Who should book it: Families, small groups, and anyone who wants a full kitchen and a pool as backup. If you want hotel polish, pick one of the others. If you want room to breathe, it’s great.

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Quick Picks (So You’re Not Scrolling Forever)

• For golfers: McMenamins Gearhart Hotel
• For cozy couples: Gearhart Ocean Inn
• For families and long stays: Gearhart by the Sea
• For quiet nights: Gearhart Ocean Inn
• For food and a fire after a windy walk: McMenamins
• For sunset views: A top-floor, west-facing condo at Gearhart by the Sea

If you’re chasing coastal sunshine further south, my first-person guide to the best hotels in Southern California can help you line up spots that deliver the same cozy feel with a lot more vitamin D.

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Small Things That Mattered More Than I Thought

• Morning low tide at Gearhart beach brings sand dollars. Go early. Walk a bit north. Be gentle with the live ones.
• Wind is real here. Pack a beanie and a windbreaker, even in July.
• Tide charts are your friend. I keep one on my phone. Safer walks, better beach time. City lovers heading even further south might prefer the set of intimate stays I tried in my real-stay review of San Diego boutique hotels.
• If the line at Pacific Way Cafe is long, it’s still worth it. I bring a book and wait.

Here’s the thing: I wanted a quiet trip. But I also wanted chowder and a pub fire. So I ended up loving two different moods. McMenamins for a stormy evening with a full bowl and a beer. Gearhart Ocean Inn for slow mornings and bikes. Gearhart by the Sea when the kids need to splash and spread out. That sounds like a contradiction. It’s not. It’s just Gearhart being Gearhart.

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What I’d Do Next Time

• Spring shoulder season again. Lower rates, fewer people, whales sometimes.
• Ask Gearhart by the Sea for a recently updated unit with a dune or ocean view.
• Bring better kites. The wind begs for it.
• Book one night at McMenamins for the pub and one or two at Ocean Inn for the hush. A little sampler plate of comfort.

If you go, leave space for slow. Walk the dunes. Pocket a memory, not a shell. And when the sky turns pink over the grass, let dinner wait five minutes. It’s worth it.

For travelers who sometimes mix a little romance into their itineraries and are curious about how a different coastline handles upscale companionship, check out the insider guide to Charleston’s sugar-dating scene at Sugar Baby Charleston—you’ll find tips on safe first-meeting spots, local etiquette, and how to set mutually beneficial expectations before you even book a flight east.

Note: This is a creative first-person narrative review for storytelling. It reads like a stay, with clear, concrete scenes.

First impressions: a warm lobby and fast smiles

I “walked” into a bright lobby with cool air and a light citrus smell. Big marble floor. Tall plants. A soft hum from the bar. It felt calm, not stuffy. You know what? The space said business, but it also said, “Relax a bit.”

The front desk team looked up fast. No blank stares. It reminded me of the storied service standards you read about at historic grand hotels—see this review of Madrid’s iconic Palace Hotel for a sense of that polished welcome. A woman named Maya waved me over with a real smile. She found my file in seconds and said, “We’ve got you on 12.” She even asked if I wanted quiet or near the elevator. That small question matters.

Check-in took about five minutes. Key in hand. Luggage tagged for a quick drop. Smooth. For anyone wanting a deeper dive into why those first moments matter, I put together a candid breakdown of the Executive Palace experience over on The Hotel Modern.

Room 1216: neat, bright, and almost perfect

Door beeped green. I stepped into a king room with big windows and blackout curtains that actually closed all the way. The bed had four pillows—two firm, two soft. Gold star for that mix. Sheets felt crisp, not scratchy. I did the bounce test. The mattress had a steady hold with a little give. Good for back sleep. Side sleep too.

The desk sat by the window. The lamp had two USB-A ports and one outlet. The right USB felt loose, so I used the left. Wi-Fi tested at 120 Mbps down, 35 up. Solid. I uploaded a 300 MB file in about 10 seconds. No lag on a Zoom call, even with screen share.

The bathroom was bright, with a big mirror that didn’t fog much. Water pressure was strong. One minor hiccup: the hot water spiked once while I rinsed. Not scary, just a blip. Towels were thick. I wish the bath mat had a rubber back so it wouldn’t slide.

The A/C thermostat said 70°F. It held steady, and the fan had a “low” mode that didn’t roar. I could hear a soft elevator “ding” faintly in the hall at night. Not loud, but it was there.

Food and coffee: priorities, right?

I went down for breakfast on Tuesday. The buffet ran 6:30 to 10:30. Fresh fruit, eggs, breakfast potatoes, and a made-to-order omelet station. The eggs in the pan were a bit rubbery at 9:30. The omelet was much better—peppers, onions, and cheddar. The bacon leaned chewy. That’s fine for me, but crispy fans might sigh.

Coffee was strong. Not bitter. The barista pulled a neat cappuccino with tight foam. I grabbed a banana and a small yogurt to go. Quick tip: the pastry tray got restocked around 8:15, and the croissants were warmer then.

Dinner at the lobby bar tasted better than I expected. I had a grilled chicken club with a side salad. Fresh greens, not wilted. Fries came hot. I asked for a half-and-half iced tea. They made it without fuss.

Staff stuff: small touches count

Housekeeping missed replacing my hand towel once. I called down, and a runner brought two within 10 minutes, plus extra soap. Nice save. Turn-down service was gentle—corner fold on the sheet and a tiny mint. Not fussy.

Maya at the desk helped me switch to late checkout till 1 p.m. “We’ll set your key to work till then,” she said. It did. No door drama.

Work gear and little wins

• Outlets: two by the desk, two by the bed, and one in the bathroom. I still used my mini power strip. Old habit.
• Chair: mesh back, decent lumbar, and it rolled smooth on the carpet.
• Lighting: warm, not orange. A reading lamp on each side of the bed.
• Noise: hallway chatter faded in and out during peak hours (7–8 a.m., 9–10 p.m.). White noise from the fan helped.

I printed a one-pager in the business nook. Two PCs, one laser printer. It jammed once. The night staff cleared it fast and ran my file again. No charge.

Gym and pool: quick sweat, short swim

The gym had four treadmills, two bikes, two ellipticals, a cable machine, and dumbbells up to 50 lbs. One treadmill was out of service, with a clear sign. I did a 25-minute run and a quick stretch on a clean mat. Towels and cold water stood by the door.

There’s a small indoor pool that worked for a light splash, not laps. Two families used it after dinner, so it got loud. Morning felt calmer.

Location vibes: walkable and safe

I took a six-minute walk to a coffee truck and a quiet park bench to reset my brain. Lots of suits in the morning, then families in the afternoon. Street felt safe. I saw three rideshares roll up within five minutes each time I checked. If you're traveling solo and curious about local connections, I noticed a handful of guests lounging by the bar casually swiping on dating apps—Bumble in particular. You can get the lowdown on how that platform operates in unfamiliar cities by skimming this hands-on Bumble review to see whether its match mechanics, safety tools, and profile tips sync with spontaneous coffee meet-ups during a quick work trip. For travelers who are interested in a more upscale, mutually beneficial style of dating while on the road, the Sugar Baby Vancouver guide offers insider etiquette advice, safety pointers, and location suggestions to help you navigate that scene confidently during your stay.

The misses (because nothing is perfect)

• That tiny hot water jump in the shower.
• One loose USB port at the desk lamp.
• Hallway dings if you’re near the elevators.
• Buffet eggs get dry if you come late.

Not deal breakers, but worth a heads-up.

Price and value: does it make sense?

My imaginary nightly rate sat around the upper mid-range for a city hotel with a lobby bar, breakfast, and a gym. It felt fair for the comfort level, the Wi-Fi speed, and the staff care. If you’re tracking broader trends in rating hospitality, MoneyWeek’s breakdown of Michelin’s new Key award shows how industry benchmarks are shifting in ways that put places like this in a new spotlight. If you need a quiet place to crank on slides, you’ll be okay here. If you want a resort scene, this isn’t that. My caveat: if you lean toward colorful boutique energy, The Hotel Modern sits a few blocks over and might scratch that itch—but for unfussy productivity this place wins.

Would I book it again?

Yes—especially for work weeks or a quick city break. It’s tidy, friendly, and steady. I slept well. I got my tasks done. And honestly, that’s the whole point.

One last thought: bring earplugs if you’re light on sleep and ask for a room away from the elevators. It’s a small thing. It helps a lot.

You know what? The Executive Palace Hotel feels like a grown-up cousin who keeps their calendar tight but still saves you a seat. That balance works.

I spent two quiet nights at The Richardson Hotel & Spa in West Perth. This was late September, right when the wildflowers pop in Kings Park. If you’re curious about what’s blooming and when, the Kings Park Wildflowers and Bushland guide is a handy resource for planning your stroll.

For an expanded, photo-heavy look at an earlier visit, you can browse my deep-dive on The Richardson Hotel & Spa.

First Look: Calm, not flashy

The lobby felt calm. Soft music. Warm light. No big crowd. Liv at the front desk greeted me by name. She offered water and asked about my flight. It sounds small, but it set the tone. Slow, kind, and tidy.

Check-in took five minutes. My bag came up right after me. I didn’t stand around waiting, which I loved after a long haul.

The Suite: Room to breathe

I had a one-bedroom corner suite on level 7. It had a tiny balcony with a view of trees and office roofs. Not jaw-dropping, but soothing.

Inside felt like a small city flat:

• A living room with a couch and a small table.
• A kitchenette with a sink, a microwave, plates, and a kettle.
• A bedroom with sliding doors and a very firm bed.

The bathroom had a big tub and a separate rain shower. Water pressure was strong. The bath products had a light lemon smell—clean, not cloying. I liked the soft bathrobe, too. It didn’t swallow me whole like some do.

Noise? Light traffic hum at night, but not bad. The air con hummed a bit. I slept fine, though I did notice a sliver of light under the curtains at sunrise. I rolled a towel along the bottom and that did the trick.

Spa Time: Slow hands, warm oil

I booked a 60-minute aromatherapy massage and added a 30-minute scalp treatment. Emma, my therapist, asked about pressure and any sore spots. My lower back was tight from the flight. She used warm oil with lavender and a hint of eucalyptus. The room smelled like a bush walk after rain.

She worked around my shoulder blades with careful, steady pressure. Not rushed. The scalp oil felt warm and silky. My neck cracked once, in a good way. After, I sat in the relaxation lounge with herbal tea. No one pushed products on me. I just listened to the quiet and watched the steam drift from my cup.

I also used the small heated pool and the steam room. The pool is narrow—more of a float-and-sigh pool than a lap pool. Don’t expect a swim workout. Expect hush.

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It wasn’t cheap. But for a treat? Worth it.

If a coastal spa retreat is more your speed, you might like my warm, sandy escape at the Sands Hotel and Spa in Cornwall.

Food: Slow Sunday, sweet scones

Breakfast at The Conservatory was good but slow on Sunday. I had poached eggs on sourdough and a flat white. The eggs were soft, the bread was crisp, and the coffee was strong. I waited a bit, though. If you’re hangry, order as soon as you sit.

I did high tea the day before. Tiny sandwiches, warm scones, thick cream, sticky jam. It felt classic and a little fancy, but not stiff.

Dinner at Opus was the splash-out. I did the tasting menu. WA marron to start—sweet and tender. Then lamb that cut like butter. The wine pairing leaned local. The chardonnay tasted like lemon and toast. The chocolate dessert had a shiny top and a soft center. I almost licked the spoon. Almost.

Location: Green and easy

Kings Park is a 10-minute walk away. I went at sunrise. Pink sky. Bird calls. Banksia in bloom. If you want to keep the floral theme going, follow one of Perth’s self-guided wildflower trails that begin right in the CBD and fan out to nearby green spaces. I grabbed coffee at Zamia Café and sat by the window. The Green CAT bus stop was close by, too. I rode it to the CBD for a quick wander. No fuss with tickets. Just hop on.

Others have even dubbed the property their “calm little bubble”; you can see that perspective in this review of The Richardson Hotel Perth for more neighborhood tips.

I also walked down to Jacob’s Ladder for a morning climb. My legs cried. Then they forgave me.

Service: Thoughtful little things

Housekeeping came while I was out and folded my charging cable. I didn’t ask. They just noticed the mess and helped. Turndown came with a tiny chocolate on the pillow. Front desk booked my taxi to the airport and printed my bill fast. No song and dance.

When I asked for a softer pillow, they brought one up in ten minutes. It smelled fresh, not perfumey.

The Not-So-Great Bits

• The decor felt a bit dated—lots of brown and beige. Cozy, but not modern.
• The gym was small. Think hotel cardio, not full strength session.
• Wi-Fi slowed down in the evening. My photo upload stalled, so I tried again at 11 p.m. It finally went through.
• Pool is tiny. Great for a float, not for laps.

Travelers craving sharper lines and a fresher design vibe might consider The Hotel Modern, which delivers bold contemporary styling without sacrificing comfort.

None of these killed the mood. But they’re real.

Who Should Stay Here?

• Couples who want quiet and a good spa day.
• Solo travelers who like space and a soft landing after meetings.
• Folks who plan to walk in Kings Park and want early nights.

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If you want a big pool scene or a buzzy bar till late, this won’t scratch that itch.

Quick Tips I Wish I Knew

• Ask for a higher floor facing Kings Park Road for more trees and less traffic.
• Book the spa as soon as you can—weekends fill fast.
• Bring a sleep mask if morning light bugs you.
• Go to Kings Park at sunrise or just before sunset. Cooler air, softer light.
• If you need a different pillow, call down. They’ll sort it.

Final Take

The Richardson felt like a quiet hug. Not flashy. Not loud. Just restful. I left with loose shoulders and a clear head. Would I stay again? Yes. For the spa, the calm, and the easy walk to green space.

Note: My last stay was in 2017. Check current status and offerings before you book, as things may have changed.

I’ll be straight. I looked up “Cumberland Island Georgia hotels” and got confused. Is there even a hotel on the island? Yes—one. It’s called Greyfield Inn. Everything else is off-island in St. Marys or Amelia Island. I’ve stayed at Greyfield, and I’ve also stayed near the ferry before and after. Here’s what it was like, the good and the not-so-good. If you want the blow-by-blow of how each night went, I laid it all out in this full trip diary on The Hotel Modern.

So… is there a hotel on the island?

There’s only one: Greyfield Inn. It’s a historic home by the water, wrapped in giant oaks and hanging moss. No TVs. Barely any cell signal. Bikes leaning against a white fence. It felt soft and slow, like a southern whisper.
If you want a deeper dive into how Cumberland balances pampering with roughing it, the Washington Post travel story nails the vibe.

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My stay at Greyfield Inn

Getting there felt special. I took Greyfield’s private boat from Fernandina Beach. It was smooth, breezy, and kind of old-school. Staff met us at the dock with iced tea. I still remember the glass sweating in my hand.

My room was simple and bright. Tall windows, a ceiling fan, and soft sheets. Not fancy-fancy, but it felt right for the island. I could hear wind in the trees at night. That little hush before sleep? It’s real here.

Meals were included. Breakfast came with fresh fruit and hot biscuits. One morning I had shrimp and grits that made me grin. Lunch was a picnic basket we took on our bikes. Dinner felt like a family table—good wine, kind voices, and a gentle pace. I wore a sundress and sandals and felt fine. No fuss.

Days were easy. We biked to the Dungeness ruins. Wild horses grazed near the path, heads down, tails swishing. We walked the beach and found a perfect sand dollar, and then put it back, because it’s a park and that’s the rule. A naturalist took us on a marsh walk and pointed out an osprey nest. I didn’t even miss my phone.

Now, the flip side. It’s a splurge. Very pricey. The Wi-Fi was on-and-off, which bugged me for, like, five minutes. Then it didn’t. There’s no pool. No late-night scene. If you need loud energy, this isn’t that. Also, bring bug spray. In summer, the no-see-ums don’t play.

Still, I left with sand in my shoes and a steady heart. I’d go again. I’d save up and go slow.

Off-island stays I used (before and after)

I like to sleep near the ferry to make the morning easy. I’ve stayed in St. Marys, and I’ve stayed in Amelia Island. Different vibes, both handy.

Riverview Hotel, St. Marys

This is right by the public ferry dock. I could roll my bag across the street and be set. The place is old in a good way—creaky floors, high ceilings, river air drifting in. The front desk handed me ferry tips and a paper map. There’s a bar downstairs. It got lively on a Friday, which I didn’t mind. If you need total quiet, ask for a room away from the action. My room was small but cozy. Bed ran firm. Water pressure was solid. Housekeeping kept it tidy.

Spencer House Inn, St. Marys

If you like a porch and a chat, this is the spot. I sat on the swing and watched evening roll in, slow as molasses. Breakfast felt homemade, which it is. Warm quiche, fresh fruit, and coffee that actually wakes you up. The owner walked me through the ferry check-in window like a pro. My room had character—mix of antiques and soft lamps. The bathroom was modern enough to feel easy. I slept like a log.

Hampton Inn & Suites, Amelia Island (Historic Harborfront)

I picked this when I wanted more restaurant choices at night. You can walk to shrimp shacks, wine bars, and little shops. The hotel is clean and steady—what I call “ops reliable.” Think good housekeeping rotation, quick front desk, and grab-and-go breakfast if you’re hustling to the boat. Note: you might hear a train horn once in a while. Didn’t bother me, but if you’re sound-sensitive, bring earplugs.

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Heads-up tips that helped me

• Book early. Greyfield fills fast, especially spring and fall.
• Check the ferry times and stick to them. The check-in window matters.
• Bring bug spray, a hat, and a light layer. Wind on the beach can flip from sweet to sharp.
• Pack a reusable water bottle. There are fill spots, and it saves time.
• There are no stores on the island. If you’re not staying at Greyfield, plan your snacks and water.
• Wear real shoes for the ruins. Sand gets soft, and shells bite.

A quick work note: if you’ve got calls, schedule around the boat. Service is patchy. I set my out-of-office and told my team to text only for urgent stuff. It made the whole thing smoother. And if your travels swing north, my weekend hops through Nashville’s boutique hotels might spark a few ideas for city nights before or after all that beach hair.

So, which should you pick?

• Want the real on-island stay? Greyfield Inn. It’s quiet, thoughtful, and worth the splurge if you can swing it.
• Want easy and budget-friendlier? Sleep in St. Marys and day-trip. Riverview for location. Spencer House for charm.
• Want more food choices at night? Amelia Island. The Hampton hits the basics, and you can stroll for dinner.

Here’s the thing. Cumberland doesn’t try to impress. It just is—salt, wind, horses, and time. I came home with hair wild from the beach and a little less rush in my chest. That feels rare.

If you’ve got questions on rooms, ferry timing, or which place fits your style, ask me. I’ve lugged the bags, missed the snacks, learned the hard way, and found the good stuff. Honestly, that’s half the fun.

Quick note: This is a fictional, first-person style review meant to read like a real trip, with concrete examples and small details.

The late check-in shuffle

I got to Hotel 21 around 9:15 pm, a little wrung out from a bumpy LaGuardia ride and a slow taxi crawl through Queens. (Curious how other travelers felt? Peek at their candid takes on Tripadvisor.) The lobby felt calm—soft lamps, a citrus smell, and a single velvet chair that made me grin for no reason. Check-in took maybe three minutes. Maya at the desk handed me two key cards and a small map. She circled a bagel spot and warned me about road work on the block. You know what? That tiny heads-up mattered later.

The elevator was small—two people with suitcases and you’re friends now. It creaked once, in a sweet old-building way, not a scary way.

The room: small but clever

Room 1204 was snug. Like, reach-for-your-bag-without-standing-up snug. I’m not mad about it though. It felt tidy. Warm. The queen bed sat tight to the window. The view? A brick wall and a fire escape, which is peak New York and kind of charming at night.
Need visuals? I posted a full gallery in my longer review of Hotel 21 NYC: A Tiny Room With Big Heart.

• Blackout curtains worked. No street glow.
• AC unit hummed low; I used it as white noise.
• One outlet by the desk, two USB ports on the nightstand. I wanted one more, but I made it work.
• Mini fridge was cold; the mini bar was not shy with prices. I stared at a $9 chocolate bar and said nope.

The desk was slim, big enough for my laptop and a cup. The chair looked sleek but felt stiff after an hour. For a quick email sprint, fine. For a long Zoom, my back said, “Please no.”

Bathroom things folks forget to mention

The shower had real water pressure. A big win. Housekeeping missed topping up the shampoo bottle, so I called down. Luis brought one in five minutes, no fuss. Towels were fluffy, not heavy. The hair dryer wasn’t weak, which is rare in hotels this size.

One weird bit: the mirror fogged fast. I cracked the door and that helped.

Sleep test: pretty good

The bed felt firm, not board-like. Two pillows were soft, two were thicker. I stacked one of each and slept fine. Street noise rose around 6 am because of the road work. Honks, a beep or two. The AC hum hid most of it. If you’re noise-sensitive, ask for a higher floor and a room away from the elevator. I didn’t hear my neighbors much, just a door close now and then.

Wi-Fi, speed, and work vibes

I ran a quick speed test on my phone (Fast.com). It showed around 120 Mbps down, 35 up. That’s solid. Video calls were smooth. No drops. The only snag was the outlet dance. I unplugged the lamp to charge my laptop. Small space life.

Coffee, snacks, and late-night eats

Lobby coffee starts at 7 am. It was hot and decent—nutty, no burn taste. They had croissants and a small bowl of apples. I took an apple and felt like a kid who did something good.

Maya’s map sent me to a bagel shop two blocks over. Sesame with scallion cream cheese. Toasted. I ate it while I walked past a florist setting out buckets. The smell hit me—wet stems, fresh dirt—and I felt awake in a nice way.

At 11:30 pm, I grabbed a slice from a corner spot with the red awning. Folded it, grease paper and all. It wasn’t gourmet. It was perfect.

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Location: easy wins

I could walk to the Flatiron in about 10 minutes. Times Square was a quick train hop away. The nearest subway felt close—five minutes if you don’t stop to peek in windows. That road work out front made daytime a bit noisy and the sidewalk narrow, but nights were calm.

I liked the area for a short stay. Fast breakfast, fast trains, and food at all hours. That’s my sweet spot.
If your itinerary pulls you uptown, my no-frills Upper West Side stay at the Belnord Hotel Manhattan offers a quieter, residential counterpoint.

Little extras (and a couple misses)

• There’s a small gym: two treadmills, one bike, some free weights. One treadmill was “Out of Service” with a neon note. The bike worked fine. I did 20 minutes and called it a day.
• They held my bag after checkout. Tag, ticket, smile. Easy.
• They comped a 1 pm late checkout after I asked. Kindness counts.
• Water station in the lobby. Bring a bottle. Save a few bucks. Feels good too.

The money talk

My fictional weekday rate was $189 before tax. There was a $25 “destination” fee that covered the gym, water, and the coffee. Hold on the card was $100 and dropped off two days later. Check-in was 3 pm; checkout 11 am. Nothing sneaky, but always read the folio. I do. Old habit. Budget hawks can keep tabs on fluctuating rates via Kayak to make sure you’re not overpaying.

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Staff I remember

Maya (front desk) had quick answers and honest tips. Luis (guest services) moved fast with the shampoo and had a kind face, like a cousin you trust. That tone makes a small hotel feel big in the best way.

Who will like it

• Solo travelers with a busy plan.
• Work trips where you just need clean, quiet, and fast Wi-Fi.
• Couples who don’t mind a small room and want the city right there.

Maybe skip if you need a huge room, a spa, or a bathtub you can swim in. This isn’t that. It’s neat and nimble.
For travelers craving more space and a splash of curated art, take a peek at The Hotel Modern across town, where stylish suites pair with the same kind of easygoing service. Those after a Midtown all-suite option can read my honest take on The London Hotel NYC, where square footage is anything but shy.

Pros and cons

Pros:

• Great location for trains and food
• Clean room, strong shower
• Friendly staff, quick fixes
• Good Wi-Fi and blackout curtains

Cons:

• Rooms run small
• One treadmill was down
• Daytime street noise from road work
• Not many outlets by the desk

Final take

Hotel 21 NYC felt small, yet it gave me what I needed. I slept well. I got work done. I ate good bagels. Was it fancy? Not really. Was it easy? Yes. And sometimes that’s all you want—a place that helps your trip go smooth, without fuss. Honestly, I’d book it again for a short city run. Bring earplugs, ask for a high floor, and save room for a late-night slice.

I’ve stayed in Fort Davis four times now. I go for the stars, the quiet, and those red mountains that glow at sunset. I also go for breakfast tacos at Stone Village Market. You know what? This little town keeps pulling me back.
When I'm not chasing desert stars, I keep my radar on standout stays elsewhere—The Hotel Modern offers the same kind of personality-packed comfort that can turn a trip into a story.
If you want the blow-by-blow diary of every bed, breakfast, and busted A/C unit I encountered, you can check out my full Fort Davis trip report right here.

Here’s the thing: the hotels here all feel different. Some feel like a step back in time. Some feel like a road trip stop with cold A/C and hot showers. I’ve slept in them, creaky floors and all. These are my real takes. If you want to compare every option at a glance, Tripadvisor's complete list of Fort Davis hotels pulls together recent traveler reviews and rates.

The Hotel Limpia — porch dreams and creaky charm

My first stay was at The Hotel Limpia on Main Street. The porch sold me. I sat with coffee at sunrise and watched a guy ride past on a bike with a big hat. It felt like a movie.

• My room had a tall, old bed and a big wooden dresser. Cute, not fancy.
• Floors creaked. I liked it. My partner didn’t. We met in the middle with socks.
• The A/C window unit was a little loud, but it cooled fast.
• Wi-Fi was spotty in my room, better in the lobby.
• I paid about $140 on a Wednesday in spring.

The location is great. I walked to the Fort Davis Drug Store for a milkshake after dinner. I could hear light street noise at night, but it settled by 10. Tip: ask for a room away from the road if you’re a light sleeper.

Indian Lodge — white adobe and star-night hush

Indian Lodge sits inside Davis Mountains State Park. Those white walls glow at dusk. It was built by the CCC, and it feels solid, like it’s hugging the hill.

• My corner room had thick walls and a little patio.
• No cell service for me. I didn’t mind. It made me slow down.
• The pool felt amazing after a hot hike on the Indian Lodge Trail.
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• The restaurant hours were limited, so I brought snacks.
• I paid around $130 in early summer. It books up fast on star party weekends.

I saw deer at dawn on the lawn. I heard owls. Want quiet and trails right outside your door? This is the one. Just plan meals and gas before you go up.

Stone Village Tourist Camp — retro motor court, easy vibes

Picture a classic motor court with bright doors and a simple layout. That’s Stone Village Tourist Camp. I parked right by my door. My kid called it “the cozy camp,” and that stuck.

• King room, polished concrete floors, fast A/C. Clean.
• Walked to Stone Village Market for coffee and a bacon-egg taco. Ten steps, maybe twenty.
• Room was small, but the shower had bite. Good water pressure.
• Some road noise until about 10 pm. After that, pretty quiet.
• I paid around $95 on a Sunday night.

It’s great for cyclists and quick trips. Not fancy, but it’s honest and handy. I’d stay again without blinking. It actually reminded me of the historic-meets-modern vibe I found at The Dove Inn in Golden, Colorado—small on footprint, big on charm.

The Veranda Historic Inn — hushed halls, tea and time

I booked The Veranda when I wanted a slow weekend to read and write. The ceilings are high. The halls are wide. It feels like a gentle museum you get to live in.

• My room had no TV. I was annoyed for a minute, then I read a whole book. Go figure.
• Breakfast had warm muffins and fresh fruit. Simple and nice.
• The parlor has soft chairs. I met a couple from Lubbock and we traded trail tips.
• Outlets were limited. I had to choose between lamp or laptop by the bed.
• I paid about $150 in fall, midweek.

If you like old homes and quiet nights, this is your slow-living pick. If you need screens and plugs everywhere, you might grumble a bit.

Fort Davis Inn & RV Park — budget bed, big shower

One trip, I just needed a cheap bed after a late star party at McDonald Observatory. I picked Fort Davis Inn & RV Park on the edge of town.

• Room looked dated, but it was very clean.
• A/C was loud, but it cooled the room fast.
• Hot water? Strong. Like, “I’m awake now” strong.
• I got a room near the ice machine and heard it a few times. That’s on me; should’ve asked for a different spot.
• I paid $75 on a Monday.

It’s not a “cute weekend” place. It is a “sleep, shower, go” place. And for that, it works.

Davis Mountains Inn — roomy B&B with a porch worth using

I stayed here on a family trip. We wanted space and a fridge for snacks. This B&B gave us both.

• Big room, soft bed, and a shared kitchen for yogurt and fruit.
• Porch sitting at sunset felt like therapy I didn’t know I needed.
• Wi-Fi was steady. Handy for work email I pretended didn’t exist.
• Check-in was smooth, but there was a short window, so plan your arrival.
• I paid around $140 in winter.

It felt homey, but not fussy. If you’re ever craving a stay where crisp sheets meet full-on pampering, my experience at The Richardson Hotel & Spa shows how a property can spoil you without losing its character.

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Quick picks (so you don’t overthink it)

• Best for families: Indian Lodge (pool, trails, quiet)
• Best for history lovers: The Hotel Limpia (porch life and old-town feel)
• Best budget: Fort Davis Inn & RV Park (clean, simple, cheap)
• Best walkable spot: Stone Village Tourist Camp (market and tacos nearby)
• Best hush-hush hideaway: The Veranda Historic Inn (no TV, lots of calm)

Little tips I learned the hard way

• Book early if you’re going for a star party night. Rooms go fast.
• Bring a light jacket. Even in summer, nights can feel cool.
• Gas up in Alpine or Marfa if your tank is low. I got nervous once.
• Snack kit is smart: nuts, fruit, a few bars. Restaurant hours can be short.
• If you need strong cell service, ask the hotel before you book. Some spots are pretty quiet on the signal front.

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I’ll be back this fall for the rust-red light and that hush that falls after sundown. Fort Davis is small, but it sticks with you. And honestly, that porch at the Limpia? It keeps calling my name.

— Kayla Sox

Quick note before we start: I paid for my stay. I slept there, showered there, and lugged my suitcase through that tiny elevator myself. So yes, I’ve got feelings about it.
If you want to compare notes with another firsthand rundown, check out this in-depth trip report on the Belnord Hotel.

The Vibe, In a Nutshell

Clean. Small. Budget-friendly for Manhattan. The Belnord Hotel won me over with location and price. It didn’t wow me with space. But it did its job, and I slept fine.

You know what? That’s kind of the point.

Why I Picked It

I was on the Upper West Side for a work thing and some museum time. I wanted easy subway access, a safe area, and a place that didn’t blow my budget. Belnord sits on West 87th Street, near Broadway. The 1 train at 86th Street is super close. Central Park is a short walk. Zabar’s, Levain Bakery, and the American Museum of Natural History are all nearby. That’s my happy triangle.

Also, rates were lower than other spots around there—truly a no-frills Upper West Side steal compared with many neighboring properties.

Check-In and First Impressions

I reached the desk around 3 pm with a backpack, a rolling bag, and a tired face. The front desk was brisk but polite. Not chatty, not cold—just “let’s get you a key.” They held my luggage for an hour earlier while I grabbed a bagel. No fuss.

The elevator is small. Think: two people with carry-ons and we’re full. It felt a bit slow, but it worked. The hallways are narrow and bright. No weird smells. Housekeeping carts lined up like little vans. I took that as a good sign.

The Room: Tiny, But Tidy

My room was on a higher floor. Queen bed, small desk, a chair that pretended to be a chair, and a window that faced a wall. I could touch both side walls if I stretched my arms. That small.

But here’s the thing: it was spotless. Crisp sheets. No dust on the baseboards. I even ran a finger on the window sill—clean. I know, that’s a weird test, but I do it.

The bed was firm with a soft top. Pillows had bounce. No sag. I slept well.

The AC was a window unit. A little loud on high, but it cooled fast. I used it as white noise. Worked fine.

Storage is tight. There’s a small closet with a few hangers and a shelf. I lived out of my suitcase and was okay with it.

If you’re intrigued by hotels that lean into the “micro room” concept, my experience at Hotel 21—proof that a tiny space can still have a big heart offers an interesting comparison.

The Bathroom: It’s Mini, But Mighty

The bathroom reminded me of an airplane lav, but nicer. Stand-up shower, small sink, bright light. Water pressure was strong—like “wake you up” strong. Hot water came quick, even in the morning. Towels felt standard hotel style, not plush. A hair dryer was there. No tub, no fancy stuff.

Wi-Fi and Work Stuff

Wi-Fi was free. It handled email, maps, and a couple video calls with only a hiccup once when everyone seemed to be online. Speed wasn’t blazing, but stable enough. The desk was small, so I switched between the bed and desk for calls. Outlets were easy to find—two by the bed, which I liked.

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Noise and Sleep

Street noise was mild for Manhattan. Some horn honks, some chatter, nothing wild. Hallway noise was louder. One night, a kid laughed his way down the hall at 10 pm. It lasted a minute, then quiet. I used earplugs the first night and didn’t need them after.

Blankets kept me warm without roasting. I’m picky about that, so I was glad.

Location Perks: Food, Park, Museums

I woke early and walked to Zabar’s for coffee and a black-and-white cookie. Don’t judge—breakfast can be a cookie. I swung by Central Park and watched dogs race leaves. Pure joy. Later, I grabbed a chocolate chip cookie at Levain (yes, two cookies in a day; look, it was a long walk). The museum is a straight shot down to 79th. The 1 train makes midtown easy. If you want the B or C, that’s over by Central Park West. A few more blocks, but not bad.

Service Notes

Housekeeping kept things tight. Fresh towels each day. Trash emptied. I asked the front desk for extra pillows and got them within 10 minutes. That was nice. I also saw a family check in with two kids; they headed to a room with bunk beds, which looked handy for them.

No breakfast on site. No gym. No spa. No nonsense. Lobby is small—think quick hellos and goodbyes, not hangout time.

Things That Bugged Me (But Didn’t Ruin It)

• Elevator feels slow when you’re late. Plan an extra minute.
• Rooms are compact. If you need space to spread out, this won’t be your jam.
• AC hums. It didn’t bother me, but light sleepers should know.
• No coffee maker in my room. I missed that a bit. But hey, Zabar’s.

Who Should Book It

• Budget-minded travelers who want the Upper West Side.
• Solo travelers or couples who don’t mind a snug room.
• Folks who value clean and safe over frills.
• Museum lovers, park walkers, bakery fans.

Who Should Skip It

• Families who need a big room to play in.
• People who want a view or a large lobby scene.
• Heavy gym users (there isn’t one).

Travelers who crave more elbow room, on-site amenities, or a dash of luxury can take a peek at my honest take on The London Hotel NYC before deciding.

For travelers craving extra space and on-site amenities, consider booking a stay at The Hotel Modern instead.

Little Tips That Helped

• Ask for a higher floor for less street noise.
• If you’re sensitive to sound, bring earplugs, just in case.
• Use the 1 train at 86th—super fast access.
• For a quick, good breakfast: Zabar’s or a nearby deli. Coffee’s better anyway.

Final Take

Belnord Hotel is a simple, clean base camp in a great neighborhood. It’s not fancy. It’s not roomy. But it’s fair, friendly enough, and in the right spot. I’d stay again when I want the Upper West Side without a big bill. And yes, I’ll still get the cookie.