Lewiston's BEST Super 8? Unbelievable Amenities Await!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into the… well, let's just say "Lewiston's BEST Super 8? Unbelievable Amenities Await!" – a Super 8 in Lewiston, for Pete's sake. Let's be honest, my expectations were lower than a limbo dancer's… you know. But I was also craving a getaway, some fresh air (away from my air) and Lewiston was calling!
First Impressions & The Great Internet Race (or lack thereof):
Okay, accessibility is important. I'm not in a wheelchair, but I appreciate the effort. Elevator? Check. Ramps I didn't trip over? Check. But the real test, the one that can make or break a weary traveler, is the internet.
Wi-Fi in all rooms! they shouted. Free Wi-Fi! they screamed. And… it was… adequate. Okay, let's face it, it was sometimes a struggle. Like trying to herd cats made of bits and bytes. I did eventually manage to upload a grainy selfie, so, points for perseverance, Super 8. The Internet [LAN] option, uh… didn't see that one. But the Internet services, in general, were there, even if they were a tad shy. And yes, Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! remains technically accurate, even if it occasionally felt like dial-up from the 90s. Still better than the internet from my apartment, which is basically a black hole for data.
Cleanliness & Safety - Did I Survive?:
This is 2024, so hygiene is everything. I'm a germaphobe, so I'm the perfect customer to test this out. The Cleanliness and safety was… surprisingly okay! Anti-viral cleaning products? I saw some signs. The Daily disinfection in common areas seemed legit. I wasn't crawling around on the floor sniffing for suspicious particles, so that's a good sign. Rooms sanitized between stays? I'm going to assume yes, because if not… shudders. The Hand sanitizer was everywhere. I might have used about a gallon of it. Staff trained in safety protocol? They seemed to know what they were doing, thankfully. The Rooms sanitized between stays was probably the key. Oh, and Smoke alarms and Fire extinguisher… well, they were there. Which is nice.
Now, about Food Delivery… that was a blessing. There are some chain restaurants around, and Food Delivery saved my sanity.
Dining, Drinking & Snacking - The Culinary Adventure (or Lack Thereof):
Okay, let's be frank. This isn't the Michelin Guide. There’s no Asian cuisine in restaurant. No fancy pants happy hour. The Super 8’s dining setup is… functional. Think: Breakfast [buffet], and its breakfast service. The usual suspects: bagels, some suspicious-looking fruit that vaguely resembled an apple, and the holy grail: Coffee/tea in restaurant. I fueled up early, so I could be ready for the day.
Services and Conveniences - The Little Things:
Doorman? Nope. But Front desk [24-hour]? Yep. Helpful? Surprisingly, yes! The Concierge (that's what they call the friendly face at the front desk) was able to handle my requests. Cash withdrawal was available, which was handy for some. Daily housekeeping was a godsend. Ironing service? They had it. Laundry service? Also a life-saver. Seriously, I’m not going to judge the Super 8 for not being a five-star hotel, especially when it had these things. The, ahem, “business center”? Let’s just say I’m glad I brought my own flash drive.
For the Kids (and the Kid in All of Us):
I don't have kids. But the Family/child friendly aspect was there. I did see a family with two screaming kids (soundproof rooms are a gift from the gods! See 'Available in all rooms' further down), so, they get a thumbs up.
Available in All Rooms - The Nitty Gritty:
Okay, let’s get down to the Available in all rooms stuff. Air conditioning? Thank goodness, yes. Alarm clock? Yep. Bathrobes? Nope. Bathtub? Yes, a perfectly functional one. Blackout curtains? Yes! Coffee/tea maker? YES! Desk? There. Free bottled water? You bet. Hair dryer? Present and accounted for. In-room safe box? Check. Internet access – wireless? Yes, see earlier rant. Ironing facilities? Yes. Mini bar? Nope. Non-smoking? Yes. Private bathroom? Naturally. Refrigerator? Yessir. Seating area? Yes. Shower? Yep. Soundproofing? Oh, hallelujah, yes. Telephone? Yes! Toiletries? Basic, but present. Wake-up service? They actually call you. Wi-Fi [free]? God bless them! Window that opens? A little.
The carpet, though, was a little… tired. And I could hear the faint sounds of someone, somewhere, aggressively vacuuming at 7:00 am. Still, the soundproofing was top-notch. I slept like the dead. Blessings.
Getting Around - The Transportation Tango:
Car park [free of charge]? Absolutely! Car park [on-site]? Yes. All good.
The Unbelievable Amenity That Almost Broke Me (in a good way):
Remember how I was complaining about the internet? Okay. I need to talk about the pool. I kid you not, the website said there was a Pool with view. I figured, yeah, right. But the Swimming pool [outdoor], let me tell you, it was… spectacular. Like, it overlooks a vast field. And the sunset. And then there was the view of the endless, cloud-filled sky. It might have been the best part of the whole darn experience. The Poolside bar, well, it was a cooler of water bottles. But honestly, I didn't even care. I just sat there, wrapped in a towel, and watched the sky change colors, after a hard day of driving from the east coast. It was a moment. And for that, Lewiston’s BEST Super 8? Unbelievable Amenities Await! gets a win.
The Offer: Get Your Road Trip Started!
Okay, here’s the deal. I’m not going to lie to you. This isn’t the Four Seasons. But it's clean, safe, functional, and has a pool with a view that will actually make you sigh with contentment.
Here's the deal: Book your stay at Lewiston's BEST Super 8? Unbelievable Amenities Await! and get:
- Free Wi-Fi (Even If It’s a Little Shy): Stay connected (mostly).
- A Clean and Safe Room: Rest easy knowing we take hygiene seriously.
- Breakfast to Fuel Your Adventure: bagels, fruit, coffee. The essentials.
- The Pool with a View: Seriously, it's worth it. Maybe bring a book.
- The best road trip starter deal!
Don't delay! Book your room at Lewiston's BEST Super 8? Unbelievable Amenities Await! today. You might just be surprised. I was!
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Okay, buckle up, buttercup! Because this isn't your grandma's sanitized travel itinerary. This is Lewiston, Idaho, through the bloodshot eyes of yours truly, and we're stayin' at the Super 8. God help us.
The "Lewiston or Bust (and Possibly Regret)" Itinerary: A Super 8 Saga
Day 1: Arrival, Anxiety, and the Questionable Breakfast
- 14:00 (ish): Roll into Lewiston. After a nearly six-hour drive from… well, let's just say somewhere that has a decent coffee shop. The first thing that hit me was the wind. It's relentless here. A real "hold onto your hat" kind of gale. Also, the distinct scent of, I don't know, fertilizer? Maybe it's the "Idaho experience" I've been hearing about.
- (14:30-ish): Check into the Super 8. Ugh. Alright, okay. Everything is functional. The room smells faintly of… what is that? Mildly chemical and bleach, with a hint of stale air-conditioning. (It is functional though, and I told myself I'm not a snob). The desk clerk, bless her heart, looked like she'd seen a thousand "travelers" and was only half-surprised by my slightly bewildered expression, my hair wild from the wind, and my general aura of "lost tourist."
- 15:00: Settle in, attempt to unpack. Realize I forgot my toothbrush. Cue the internal scream. Decide to live dangerously, though.
- 16:00: Stumble out and ask for the "local's" recommendations. The lobby has a community bulletin board. My jaw drops. "Lost cat: fluffy, orange." "Bingo Night: Tuesdays." "Seeking fishing partners." This is REAL. I almost want to join a club!
- 17:00: Wander into the parking lot (a sea of pickup trucks, naturally) and head to the main street. I found a dive bar called "[Bar Name Here – I'll have to search]." It was the kind of place where the bartender knows everyone's name and where the jukebox is playing classic country… and the conversation is as rich as the beer. It's comforting, honestly.
- 18:00: Dinner. (The Super8's suggested location for food is closed) Walked around the downtown and found a place. It had burgers that weren't bad. Ate my burger and felt a little less like the end of the world, and a bit more like a visitor.
- 19:30: Back at the Super 8. The AC is… loud. I spent 20 minutes just trying to figure out how to turn it off. Then I gave up and settled for "lower volume."
- 20:00 - 22:00: Watch some cable, flipping through channels. Oh, the glorious freedom! The local ads are something else. I swear, I saw a commercial for… "emergency denture repair"? I'm already feeling better.
- Night: The wind howls outside. Is that a truck idling? Or is it a dream?
Day 2: The River, the Rampage, and the Realization
- 07:00: Attempt breakfast at the Super 8. Attempt is the operative word. Cereal, some sad-looking toast, and instant coffee that tastes faintly of regret. I swear, I could've sworn I saw someone pouring sugar directly into the coffee jug. Decided to skip it and drink coffee at my room.
- 08:00: Head for the Clearwater River. Everyone keeps saying how beautiful it is. I'm gonna be honest, it is pretty. The way the light hits the water, the trees… all zen, all the time. I walked along the path and just… breathed.
- 09:30 - 12:00 This is where things went slightly sideways. My "mild adventure" took a turn. I stumble upon a local festival that I didn't expect. And I end up… participating. It involved a pie-eating contest (which I lost spectacularly), a questionable "hay bale maze" (that I got thoroughly lost in), and a conversation with a woman who kept calling me "Honey-Bun" and regaling me with stories of her prize-winning zucchini. Seriously, I needed to sit down.
- 13:00: Post-festival slump. Back to the hotel. Stared at the ceiling. Realized I had sunburnt cheeks and a lingering taste of… well, pie, and a touch of shame.
- 14:00: Laundry. The Super 8 has a laundry room. It's a lifesaver. Or it will be if I can figure out this ancient washing machine. Also, I'm pretty sure one of the dryers isn't working.
- 15:00: Recovered, after all that fun, go out. Found a quirky diner. Ordered a coffee and a sandwich. I don't recall what it was called, but it's good.
- 18:00: Back to the lobby. There's a new bulletin board update: "Local Dog Groomer Seeking Clients." I'm tempted. Maybe I'll get a dog.
- Night: The wind is still howling. I'm starting to feel like a local, almost. Maybe.
Day 3: Departure, Reflections, and the Lingering Smell of… Super 8
- 07:00: Coffee. Toast. The same sad breakfast. I ate it anyway.
- 08:00: Packing. Do I leave the shampoo, or do I take it? So many decisions.
- 09:00: Checkout. The same desk clerk, with the same tired smile. "Enjoy your trip?" I gave her a wry grin. "Yeah," I said. "I did."
- 10:00: Hit the road. Driving. The wind is still there, but it now feels… familiar.
- Post-Trip: The Super 8? It wasn't exactly the Four Seasons. But it was… perfect. It was the kind of place you feel like you could leave your toothbrush, and like they'll expect you back next year. Lewiston? It wasn't what I expected, but that's always the point. The people, the wind, this place… it's the "Idaho experience" they were talking about. And maybe, just maybe, I miss it already.
Final Thoughts:
Lewiston, you're weird. But the Super 8… well, it provided a base. A place to recharge, to laugh at the absurd, and to realize that sometimes, the best trips are the ones you didn't plan.
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Lewiston's BEST Super 8: Unbelievable Amenities Await! (Or Do They...?) FAQs
Okay, Seriously, Is the "Breakfast" Actually Edible?
Alright, let's be brutally honest. The "breakfast"... well, it's an experience. One time, I swear, the scrambled eggs looked like something that had been used to glue drywall together. Solid, strangely… *brown*… and utterly devoid of any discernable flavor. The waffles? They *might* have been cooked, but the texture was... cardboard adjacent. I'd suggest grabbing a protein bar and a bottle of water from the gas station across the street. Trust me, your stomach will thank you. But hey! The coffee machine *usually* spat out something warm and caffeinated with a vaguely coffee-like aroma, so, you know, silver linings, or whatever.
What's the Deal with the Pool? Clean? Heated? Haunted?
The pool… ah, the pool. This is where things get… interpretive. "Heated" is a generous term. More like, "slightly less frigid than the air outside." I suspect they may have been aiming for "lukewarm," but the heating mechanism might have gone out circa 1987. And as for cleanliness? Picture this: you take the plunge (because, hey, you paid for the amenity!), and you immediately feel a slight *stickiness*. Not a major deal. Like you're perpetually stuck in an early 90s theme park... it smells faintly of chlorine, a strong undercurrent of… I don't know, *something*… and the tile grout looks like it hasn't seen a scrubbing brush since the Clinton administration. Haunted? Maybe. I've definitely caught a few eerie reflections in the murky water. Definitely bring your own goggles and a healthy dose of optimism. Personally? I prefer showering in the lukewarm water in my room.
Are the Rooms Actually Clean? Or Just *Appear* Clean?
This is a tough one. They *appear* clean, in the same way a freshly mown lawn appears clean. You know, at first glance. But then you start looking *closer*. Under the bed? Shudder. I once found a stray sock (didn't touch it! Definitely not my size), and a questionable piece of what I *think* was a stale french fry. The corners? Mystery dust bunnies breeding grounds. The bathroom? Well, it's got that *hotel bathroom smell* – you know, the one that's simultaneously sterile and vaguely… lived-in? Honestly? Pack some Clorox wipes. You'll feel better. I promise. Especially about the questionable hairs on the bathroom floor.
What's the Wi-Fi Situation? Fast? Reliable? Existential?
The Wi-Fi... ah, the modern traveler's curse. "Fast" is a definitive no. "Reliable"? Let's say it's… *optimistic*. You might get a solid connection… for about five minutes. Then it will plunge you into a digital abyss filled with buffering icons and the crushing weight of Internet dependency. I've spent entire evenings staring at a spinning wheel, willing the internet to load my emails. If you *need* to work, or even just casually browse, consider tethering to your phone. Or, embrace the quiet of digital detox and journal about the experience. Actually, that'd be a valuable addition to your therapy sessions later.
Is There a Gym? If so, is it Worth the Effort?
Gym? Yes. Worth the effort? Debatable. Picture this: a tiny room, crammed with equipment that looks like it was salvaged from a garage sale. A treadmill that threatens to spontaneously combust. A weight bench that wobbles precariously. Don't expect any fancy cardio machines with touchscreens here. The view? The parking lot. The music? The muffled sounds of the TV from the lobby. I mean, you *could* get a workout in, if you're really desperate and don't mind a little… *character*. (I once tried lifting weights. It was frightening and I only did it for five minutes, a lifetime for me!). Honestly? I'd recommend a brisk walk around the block. Better for your mental health, and your chances of not being featured in a local news story about gym-related injuries.
Are the Staff Friendly?
The staff… Ah, the staff. They're… present. They are *there*. Depending on who you get, it’s either the sweetest angel on earth who greets you with a smile and goes out of their way to help you with anything, OR there is the late-night night auditor who seems to have seen some things, weathered some storms, and is possibly running on about four hours of sleep and three cups of coffee. They probably checked you in after a long day and are probably tired. So I'd describe the staff as… variable, but generally harmless. Just try to be nice, and they'll probably be nice back.
Okay, Let's Get To the Point: Should I Stay Here?
Look, let's be real. The Lewiston Super 8 isn't the Ritz. It's not going to win any awards for luxury. But… it's got… *charm*. It's got character. It's the kind of place where you can leave your expectations at the door and embrace the… well, the *experience*. If you're looking for a cheap place to crash, a base camp for your adventures, and you can handle a little… *rustic*… then yeah, go for it. Just pack your own breakfast, your Clorox wipes, and a healthy dose of humor. And maybe, just maybe, you'll find yourself with a story to tell. Honestly, I’ve stayed here multiple times. I’ve gotten used to it. But… maybe check other places first. Then again, there’s always something interesting that happens here. It’s like a never-ending story, and that, in itself, is… unbelievable.
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