Detroit's Hottest Downtown Courtyard: Unbelievable Views & Luxury Await!
Detroit's Hottest Downtown Courtyard: Is it Really Unbelievable? (Spoiler: Mostly, Yeah.)
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because I just got back from a stay at Detroit's Hottest Downtown Courtyard, and I'm here to spill the tea – the good, the bad, and the slightly lukewarm (more on that later). This isn't your average hotel review; this is a rollercoaster of opinions, punctuated by the occasional existential crisis, all brought to you by yours truly.
First Impressions (and the Existential Dread of the Check-In):
Pulling up to the Courtyard, you're immediately hit with the vibe. Gleaming glass, a sleek (dare I say sexy) facade, and the promise of "unbelievable views." Okay, I'm game. I am so ready for this.
Accessibility & Safety - The Nitty Gritty (and a sigh of relief):
Okay, let's get the practical stuff out of the way first. I'm happy to report they seem to have this stuff handled. I can't fully test wheelchair accessibility, but the entrance is easily navigable, and elevators are plentiful. Plus, they have the little details:
- Accessibility: Good. The common areas look pretty darn accessible, and they claim to have rooms that fit the bill. Always best to double-check with the hotel directly, depending on your specific needs.
- Cleanliness and Safety: It's everywhere. Like, you can feel the sanitation. They have the whole "anti-viral cleaning products," "daily disinfection," "staff trained in safety protocols" thing going on. And the "individually-wrapped food options" - thank god. I mean, it's 2024, folks. We're just collectively praying for our lives to be safe.
Internet – My Digital Sanctuary (or, “The Wi-Fi is Your Friend”):
- Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Praise be. This is essential for a modern human, and it worked like a charm. Streaming, working, procrastinating…all good.
- Internet access – LAN: I saw a LAN port, but honestly, who uses that anymore?
- Internet services: Fine.
Rooms: From "Wow" to "Okay, This is Comfortable":
My room was… well, it was nice. Clean, spacious, and definitely had the "luxury" part down.
- Available in all rooms: Air conditioning, alarm clock, bathrobe (hallelujah!), bathroom phone (who uses this?), bathtub (yes!), blackout curtains (my savior), carpeting (eh), closet, coffee/tea maker (a lifesaver), complimentary tea and coffee (always appreciated), daily housekeeping (bless them), desk, extra long bed (yes!), free bottled water (much needed), hair dryer, high floor, in-room safe box, ironing facilities, laptop workspace, linens, mini bar (tempting), mirror, non-smoking, on-demand movies (I'm a sucker), private bathroom, reading light, refrigerator, safety/security feature, satellite/cable channels, scale (I avoid), seating area, separate shower/bathtub, shower, slippers, smoke detector, socket near the bed, sofa, soundproofing, telephone (remember those?), toiletries, towels, umbrella, visual alarm, wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free], window that opens.
- The View: Absolutely killer. Seriously, the "unbelievable views" claim is legit. Waking up to the Detroit skyline was genuinely stunning, especially at sunrise. Definitely request a high-floor room.
- The Bed: Comfortable. Not "cloud nine" comfortable, but good enough that I didn't toss and turn all night.
- The Little Annoyances: The lighting felt… a little sterile. And I could feel the soundproofing, but sometimes it just means I could hear other room-mates talking.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Food, glorious food (and maybe a little disappointment):
Okay, the food situation was a mixed bag.
- Restaurants: There’s at least one restaurant with an outdoor area, and while I didn't get the chance to fully experience it, the menu looked enticing.
- Breakfast: They have a "breakfast in room" option, which is a major win for those of us who prefer to eat while still in our pajamas. There's a breakfast buffet, but I skipped that.
- Coffee Shop: essential for morning madness.
- Poolside Bar: I got a drink from the poolside bar, while I was at the pool. The person working the counter was an absolutely lovely.
- The bad: The "Western cuisine" was perfectly fine. Perfectly. Fine. Nothing to write home about. I was hoping for more originality.
Ways to Relax & Things to Do (because, you know, travel isn't just about the food):
This is where the Courtyard really shines, and the "luxury awaits" promise comes true.
- The Pool with view: Stunning. Seriously, the pool is gorgeous. Lounging by the pool looking over the Detroit skyline is the thing.
- The Fitness center: it's a pretty great gym.
- The Spa: Not much else to add. Amazing. They offer massages, body scrubs, body wraps, steamroom and sauna. I'm not a "spa person,” but WOW, that body scrub…my skin is still glowing. I think I may have fallen asleep.
Services and Conveniences: The Little Things That Make a Difference:
- Daily housekeeping: Always a plus.
- Concierge: Super helpful and friendly.
- Dry cleaning/laundry service: Excellent. Especially since I spilled wine on my… well, never mind.
- Cash withdrawal/Currency exchange: Convenient.
- Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site]: Both.
For the Kids (or, "Are We There Yet?"):
- Family/child friendly: Yes
- Babysitting service: If you need it
- Kids meal: See dining
Getting Around:
- Taxi service, Airport transfer, Valet parking: all available.
Areas for Improvement (because no place is perfect, and I'm a picky bitch):
- Restaurant Menu: The main restaurant's menu could use a bit more…pizzazz. Some more local flavors, maybe?
- The Price: It's not cheap. Expect to pay for the luxury.
My Emotional Reaction (and a rambly conclusion):
Look, I went in expecting hype, and… I mostly got it. The Courtyard is a solid choice for a luxurious downtown Detroit stay. The view alone is worth the price of admission.
Here's the thing: The Courtyard is almost perfect. If you are a person who like a good experience, this is pretty much ideal you are going to get.
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Alright, alright, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't your grandma's itinerary. This is my Detroit dodge-and-weave, staying at the Courtyard Downtown, and you're coming along for the ride. Prepare yourselves, because it's gonna be a glorious, chaotic mess.
Day 1: Arrival, Anticipation, and the Aching Question of Where to Eat… Seriously, Where to Eat?!
- 1:00 PM (ish): Touchdown Detroit Metro (DTW). Okay, initial impression? The airport's… functional. Not glamorous. Definitely not the Parisian runway I'd privately hoped for. But hey, we made it! Now, the real test begins: finding the goddamn shuttle to the Courtyard Downtown. (Secretly, I’m praying it doesn’t smell vaguely of stale peanuts and regret. My expectations are manageable…)
- Anecdote: Last trip, trying to navigate the Chicago airport, I ended up accidentally on a train to… who even knows. Kansas? I'm still not entirely sure. Learned my lesson: PAY ATTENTION.
- 2:30 PM: Finally, finally at the Courtyard. Check-in. Standard hotel stuff. The view from the room? Let's just say it features a lot of brick. And another brick. And… more brick. (Detroit, you love your brick, don't you?)
- Quirky Observation: The lobby… it’s… very beige. Is beige the official color of corporate hospitality? I feel a sudden urge to inject some color. Maybe I should liberate a few pool noodles…
- 3:00 PM - 4:00 PM: Unpack. Decide how much actual "work" I'm going to do. (Spoiler alert: Probably minimal. I mean, I am in Detroit…)
- Emotional Reaction: The first pang of that solo travel joy… a delightful blend of freedom and… the terrifying realization that I'm entirely responsible for my own happiness (and food intake) for the next few days.
- 4:00 PM - 5:30 PM: The most crucial question. The eternal question. WHERE. THE. HELL. DO. I. EAT? Trip Advisor is a mind-numbing vortex of options. Too many options. Over-hyped options. Help me. Seriously, if anyone knows a legit, not-touristy, amazing place for a first meal, PLEASE comment below.
- Messy Structure Rant: Is it possible to find genuinely GOOD food in a new city without resorting to Yelp reviews that read like they were written by robots? I'm craving something… authentic. Not just a burger. Not just a chain restaurant. I want… Detroit. Is that too much to ask?
- 5:30 PM - 6:30 PM: Let's just say I eventually stumbled upon a local spot. The food was… adequate. The company? Me, myself, and I. (Small victory: the server didn’t seem to pity me too much.)
- 7:00 PM - Onward: Stroll through the area. The mood is… building. I feel like there's a pulse here. A gritty, real pulse. This city has history, you can smell it. (And maybe a little something else, but let's not dwell on that). Head back to the hotel, and fall into a delicious sleep.
Day 2: The Heart of Detroit, and the Soul of My Stomach (Round Two!)
- 9:00 AM: Hotel breakfast. Over-sweetened yogurt, questionable coffee, and the sound of a guy aggressively chewing his cereal. Hotel breakfast. Always a gamble!
- Emotional Reaction: Okay, I'm not starving, but it was not the breakfast of champions. Maybe I'll have to bring my own snacks to be prepared for anything else.
- 10:00 AM - 12:00 PM: Explore the Detroit Institute of Arts (DIA). Oh. My. Lord. The Diego Rivera murals! This is the kind of experience that makes you go, "Wow. Just… wow." Absolutely worth the trip. I could've spent hours there. The sheer scale, the emotion… stunning.
- Doubling Down (DIA Obsession): I got sucked into the Rivera murals. I mean, REALLY sucked in. Stood there for like, an hour. Just gawking. Trying to parse the meaning, the history, the sheer power of it all. Got a little teary-eyed ngl. It was overwhelming in the best way. Seriously, if you do ONE THING in Detroit, see those murals.
- 12:00 PM - 1:30 PM: Brunch (take two!), still on the hunt for good food (I know I mentioned this previously). This time I found a nice spot. The best part? The company, if I don't say so myself.
- 1:30 PM - 4:00 PM: Wandering through downtown, absorbing the city's vibe. The architecture is… interesting. Some of it is breathtaking, some of it… well, let's just say it has seen better days. But even the rundown buildings have a story to tell.
- Opinionated Language: This city isn’t pretending to be something it’s not. It's raw, it's real, and it's unapologetically Detroit. And I'm starting to dig it.
- 4:00 PM - 5:00 PM: Attempt to resist the urge to buy a souvenir t-shirt that says "DETROIT: BUILT TO LAST."
- 6:00 PM - Onward: Another shot at the food. Another restaurant. Another meal. The night is still young and with any luck I might still find something delectable.
- Natural pacing: I found a cool little bar. The music was good, and the conversation flowed effortlessly. (Mostly my own conversation, but still!). It was a good end to a long day.
Day 3: Motor Town, Memories, and the Flight Home (Sob!)
- 9:00 AM: Sleep in! (Hallelujah.) Hotel breakfast… again. Managed to dodge the aggressively chewing cereal guy. A win is a win.
- 10:00 AM - 12:00 PM: Okay, okay, fine. A little bit of obligatory automotive history. Head to the Henry Ford Museum of American Innovation. Yeah, it's a bit touristy. But also… pretty damn cool. The sheer size of some of those machines! And the historical context… fascinating.
- Stronger emotional reaction: At the Ford Museum, seeing the bus, the one Rosa Parks refused to give up her seat on… I got chills. It's one thing to read about history, it's another to stand there, right in front of something that shaped the world. Powerful stuff.
- 12:00 PM - 1:30 PM: Lunch, with a touch of sadness mixed in. The trip is winding down.
- 1:30 PM - 3:00 PM: Last-minute souvenir shopping (finally succumbed to the Detroit t-shirt. I'm a cliché, I know). Stroll by the river.
- 3:00 PM - 4:00 PM: Trying to cram any possible last-minute things to do (the truth is, I don't have anything on my list), and just end up sitting here, staring at the brick (I should at least write some of my thoughts).
- 4:00 PM: Taxi to the airport. This is where it starts to get real. The sadness (that I'll miss Detroit), and the relief (that I can finally stop using public restrooms) start to set in.
- 6:00 PM: Flight home. Wondering if I could sneak more of the brick into my luggage.
Post-Trip Ramblings
Detroit, you were… unexpected. Gritty, inspiring, and still a little bit of a mystery. I’ll be back. I will find that perfect restaurant. And I will conquer the brick. (Just kidding, I promise.) Bring your own snacks. And for God's sake, do the DIA.
Peace out, and safe travels!
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Detroit's Hottest Downtown Courtyard: You've Got Questions, I've Got Ramblings (and Hopefully Answers)
Okay, Seriously, Is That View *Really* as Good as the Hype?
Alright, deep breath. The view? Yeah, it's… breathtaking. I mean, I've seen a *lot* of Detroit, let me tell you. I practically grew up on Coney dogs and Motown, so I know my way around. But this? This is something else. Imagine the Renaissance Center shimmering in the sunset, the river a glorious, liquid ribbon...
Okay, okay, enough with the poetry. Here's the truth: I first checked out this place with my super-skeptical Aunt Mildred. Mildred, bless her heart, thinks "luxury" is a slightly cleaner dish towel. She grumbled when we valet parked (yeah, they have valet, which is *nice*). But the *second* she stepped onto that patio, her jaw dropped. Dropped! She even forgot to complain about the prices (which, fair warning, are not exactly bargain-basement). So yeah, the hype? Believe it. It's the kind of view that makes you forget your troubles...or at least, makes your cocktail taste a little bit better. (And speaking of which...)
What's the Vibe Like? Is it Just Filled with Snobby Rich People?
This is where I get a little…passionate. Look, there *are* some fancy folks. You know the type: impeccably dressed, ordering obscure cocktails with names I can't even pronounce. But! Here's the good news: I've seen everything from wedding parties to families with kids (well-behaved ones, thankfully).
It’s a mix, honestly. I guess the vibe depends on the night. One time, I saw a group of friends laughing so hard they were practically crying – the view just acting as a gorgeous backdrop to their shenanigans. Another time, I was eavesdropping (don't judge!) on the most intense business deal I've ever witnessed. But mostly, it’s… pleasant. Relaxed. The kind of place where you can actually have a conversation without shouting over blaring music. (And the music *is* good, by the way, not too loud, which I appreciate.)
What About the Food and Drinks? Are They Worth the Price Tag?
Right, the million-dollar question (or, you know, the $20 cocktail question). Here’s my slightly-unscientific, completely-biased opinion: The food is *good*. Really good. Not "Burger King after a night out" good, but "carefully crafted, locally sourced ingredients, presented beautifully" good.
The drinks? Yeah, they're pricey. My wallet weeps a little every time I order, but… they’re creative! And the bartenders *know* what they’re doing. I’ve had some truly spectacular cocktails there, ones that made me forget, briefly, that I was spending a small fortune. My most memorable experience? Okay, here it goes - I was there after a particularly rough day, stuck in traffic for hours. I was in complete despair. I ordered a drink called "The Detroit Dream" - and it was, well, a dream. Honestly, it was like a hug in a glass (and a fiery one at that, full of some chili-infused something I don't remember). That drink alone? Almost worth the price of admission. *Almost*. The food? The crispy Brussels sprouts changed my life – NO LIE! I swear I saw angels singing. Even Aunt Mildred, who is a notoriously picky eater, approved. But look, I'm a simple woman. I like a good burger. But if you're looking for something special... yeah, it might be worth a splurge. But consider yourself warned! The credit card will feel the burn.
Do They Have a Dress Code? I Don't Want to Feel Out of Place.
Not really. I think it's mostly… "dress in what makes you feel good." You'll see everything from jeans and t-shirts to cocktail dresses and even a few suits. I wore a sundress the last time I went because, well, it was hot, and I felt like it. The key is to look presentable and comfortable, and, really, to smell good. Detroit is a stylish city. But don’t overthink it. Unless you plan on showing up in sweatpants and flip-flops (which, let's be honest, maybe not), you should be fine.
Is It Kid-Friendly?
I’ve seen kids there. It's not geared *specifically* towards children, like a Chuck E. Cheese. But the outdoor space is pretty big, and there's room to roam (as long as your kid isn't the type who wants to run wild through the tables). They do have a limited kids menu, which is a sign they are at least somewhat tolerant. If your kids are little angels who know how to behave in public? You *might* be okay. But be warned: it’s not the place for a screaming toddler meltdown. Leave the kids with a sitter if you're looking for a truly relaxing evening, or pack some crayons!
Reservations - Necessary?
Absolutely. Especially on weekends and during peak hours (read: when the sun is setting and the view is at its most spectacular). I learned this the hard way. One time, I showed up on a Saturday evening, optimistic and hungry. Let's just say I ended up eating a hot dog from a street vendor. A *very* sad hot dog. So, yes, make those reservations! Call ahead. Book online. Don't be like me and end up craving a hot dog when you could be sipping a fancy cocktail.
Any Tips or Tricks for Making the Most of the Experience?
Okay, my secret weapon. Here's the inside scoop:
- **Go during sunset!**Seriously, it's why you're going. The light is *magical*.
- **Make reservations!** (I cannot stress this enough!)
- **Dress comfortably.** You'll be there a while!
- **Consider the cocktails.** Even if they're a bit pricey, let yourself splurge on one.
- **Don't be afraid to take pictures.** The view is Instagram-worthy. Get those likes!
- Most importantly: **Go!** It won’t be perfect. Nothing ever is. But relax, enjoy the view. You're in Detroit. You deserve it. And hey, if you see a woman in a sundress yelling at the sky, it might just be me. Say hi. I'm probably trying to figure out how to justify the cost of the Brussels sprouts. Stay Scouter
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