OYO Hutchinson: West 4th Ave's BEST Hotel? (You Won't Believe This!)
OYO Hutchinson: West 4th Ave's BEST Hotel? (You Won't Believe This!) – A Messy, Honest Review
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because I just survived… lived… at the OYO Hutchinson on West 4th. And let me tell you, "best hotel" is a bold claim, especially coming from the internet these days. But hey, here's my unfiltered take – and let's be honest, it's probably going to be a bit of a rollercoaster.
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First Impressions: The Good, The… Not So Good?
Pulling up, the exterior looks decent enough. Classic brick, not falling apart. Free parking! Score! But then you spot the "under construction" sign on the side and well, my inner drama queen starts doing a tap dance. This already feels like a mixed bag. The check-in was… well, let's just say it wasn't exactly the "contactless" experience promised. The front desk guy was nice enough, a little frazzled, but definitely trying his best. He actually made me laugh when the computer again crashed as I was checking-in. (That’s a running theme here).
Accessibility – A Mixed Bag, To Be Frank
- (Accessibility): Okay, this is where things get interesting. They claim to be accessible. There is an elevator, which is a huge plus. Accessing the lobby from the street seemed pretty straightforward and ramps were easy to use. But then….
- (Wheelchair accessible): I felt like a detective searching for the "accessible" rooms. Eventually, I found one. And…. well, It's a room. It isn't necessarily the best, but its there.
- (Facilities for disabled guests): While they have the basics (like grab bars in the bathroom), the overall execution didn't feel fully thought-through. The room layout could've been a bit better. Some things were a little bit of a struggle to reach.
Rooms: The Surprisingly Comfortable Cave?
(Available in all rooms): Air conditioning? Check. Wi-Fi (free!)? Check. Coffee maker? Double-check! I appreciated stuff like the desk and the laptop workspace.
(Cleanliness and safety): The room itself (on the upper floors), was surprisingly clean. Not sterile-hospital clean, but definitely well-maintained. No questionable stains, no dust bunnies plotting world domination. I noticed they had the "Rooms sanitized between stays" and some of those protocols.
(Internet Access): The Wi-Fi was… well, it was there. Let's leave it at that. It did work, but it wasn't blazing fast. I had to restart the router a few times.
(Soundproofing): This was a major win. I'm a light sleeper, and I didn't hear a peep from the hallway or outside traffic. Kudos!
(Other Stuff): The blackout curtains were a godsend. The bed was comfortable - even if it was a little creaky. The mini-fridge was a nice touch, too. And yes, there are the daily house keeping which is nice. There are some pretty nice touches, like the additional toilet.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking – The Culinary Adventure (or Disaster?)
- (Restaurants): They do have restaurants, and a bar! This is where the "best hotel" claim starts to crumble just a little.
- (Breakfast [buffet]): Breakfast can be described as… adequate? It's mostly a self-serve affair, with the usual suspects: continental breakfast, the eggs didn't appear to be fresh.
- (Happy hour): Now, the bar? That's where things got interesting. There was happy hour, with surprisingly decent drink specials.
- (Room service [24-hour]): The fact that they offer 24-hour room service is pretty awesome. I didn’t use it, but I'm glad it was there.
- (Poolside bar): Okay so there is no poolside bar.
Relaxation – The Spa Illusion
- (Spa): The "Spa" on their website? I am not sure there is a spa.
- (Swimming pool): Yes, there is an outdoor swimming pool. It's… refreshing. Probably the best part of the hotel. The pool is an adequate size and pretty clean.
- (Fitness center): There is also a gym, pretty decent workout equipment.
Cleanliness and Safety – Trying Their Best
- (Anti-viral cleaning products): I saw signs indicating they used anti-viral cleaning products.
- (Daily disinfection in common areas): Definitely noticed staff wiping down surfaces.
- (Hand sanitizer): Hand sanitizer stations were everywhere.
- (Staff trained in safety protocol): The staff clearly did appear to know what they were doing.
Services and Conveniences – The Little Things Matter
- (Concierge): There isn't a true concierge service.
- (Cash withdrawal): There’s a cash machine in the lobby makes things simple.
- (Elevator): This is great for accessibility, obviously.
- (Daily housekeeping): The daily housekeeping services does a good job.
- (Luggage storage): I can confirm you can leave you luggage if you need.
For the Kids – Family Friendly?
- (Family/child friendly): They claim to be family-friendly. I'm not a parent, so I can't really comment beyond that.
Getting Around – Location, Location, Location
- (Car park [free of charge]): Free parking is a huge perk, especially in Vancouver.
- (Taxi service): Taxis and ride-sharing are readily available.
- (Airport transfer): They do offer airport transfer.
The Verdict: Is it the BEST? (Probably Not, But Still Worth Considering)
Alright, so the OYO Hutchinson on West 4th is… a bit of a mixed bag. It ain't perfect. Far from it. But for the price, and with that amazing location, it's a solid option.
The Good Stuff:
- Location, Location, Location! Steps from the boutiques.
- Free Parking! A lifesaver in Vancouver.
- Clean Rooms
- The Pool!
The Not-So-Good Stuff:
- Accessibility could be improved.
- The breakfast is just ok!
- Occasional operational hiccups.
- The Spa situation (or lack there of…).
My Overall Recommendation:
If you're on a budget, want or need a bit of extra space, and want to be in a fantastic location, then YES, the OYO Hutchinson is worth considering. It's not going to blow you away, but it's clean, functional, and offers good value for your money. Just adjust your expectations accordingly. And maybe bring your own high-speed internet. You won't regret the convenience of the location!
So, go forth, and decide for yourself. Just remember, this is my experience. You might love it. You might hate it. But at least you'll be prepared. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go find a proper cappuccino.
Escape to Paradise: Victoria City Hotel, Oranjestad, Aruba
Okay, buckle up buttercup, because this isn't your grandma's meticulously color-coded itinerary. We're hitting Hutchinson, Kansas, and the OYO Hotel Hutchinson West 4th Ave. isn't exactly the Ritz, but hey, adventure awaits! Let's see if we can survive… and maybe even have a little fun.
Day 1: Arrival, Doubt, and Deep-Fried Regret (and maybe some hope)
1:00 PM - Arrive in Hutchinson. (Ugh, Kansas.) Okay, okay, be positive. I'm here. Gotta find the OYO. Google Maps said it was a "simple driving direction" - well, Google is a liar. The highway looks endless, like a beige carpet stretched across the apocalypse. Finally, a sign! "Welcome to Hutchinson." And, wait, is that the… OYO? It looks… uh, quaint. Let's just say it has character. And by character, I mean a faded sign and a slightly peeling paint job that gives off serious "budget vacation" vibes. Deep breaths. Positive vibes.
1:15 PM - Check-in. Encounter the Front Desk and the Mysterious Smell. The front desk clerk… bless her heart, she looked like she just woke up. No judgment, I’m probably wearing the same look. Key card acquired! "Welcome, enjoy your stay!" she chirped. The elevator… well, let's just say I chose the stairs. I'm suddenly aware of the faint, persistent smell in the hallway. Is that… fried food? Old carpet? A past life I'm not entirely sure I want to revisit?
1:30 PM - Room Assessment (and the Search for Redemption). Okay, the room. It’s… clean-ish. The air conditioning is doing, well, something. The TV works! (Praise be!) But the decor… Oh, the decor. Think floral wallpaper, a bedspread that screams "hospital waiting room," and artwork that appears to have been purchased at a garage sale in the 70s. I'm starting to think the faint smell is actually hope, slowly fading. Where's the nearest bar? I need a stiff drink.
2:00 PM - Lunch at a "Local Favorite" (potentially a mistake). Armed with a recommendation from the clerk (which I'm secretly regretting), I'm off to "The Rusty Spoon." Sounds charming, right? Walk in, it's packed. I sit down, get a burger and fries. The burger… well, it exists. The fries? Crispy on the outside, mushy on the inside. The waitress, bless her heart, is running on fumes. I could swear she called me "honey" seven times in one sentence. I'll give it a B for effort, and a C for culinary execution. The diet starts… tomorrow.
4:00 PM - The Kansas Cosmosphere and Space Center – The redemption! It’s here, it's happening! The Cosmosphere. It’s incredible. I mean, REALLY incredible. I stared at the Apollo 13 capsule for a solid 20 minutes. Actually, it felt very real, and I got a little choked up. Space! It's beautiful and sad and amazing all at once. This place deserves a standing ovation. Seriously, if you're ever in Hutchinson, GO. Everything else suddenly seems a little less… disappointing.
7:00 PM - Dinner (and Desperation). Back at the OYO to eat something. I ate all the chips I brought in my suitcase. Thinking of walking out of the room, the air conditioner is humming, and the floral wallpaper is getting more beautiful. I really love the wallpaper. Not going out. Let's order some food in. Fingers crossed it's not another fried food-fest. And maybe, just maybe, I'll finally get a decent night's sleep.
9:00 PM - Bedtime (with the TV Blasting). I can't decide if the TV is a blessing or a curse. The channels are limited, but at least it's a familiar distraction. Lights out. Tomorrow, we explore!
Day 2: Underground Adventures and the Unexpected Joys of Hutchinson
9:00 AM - Breakfast…of Champions (read: instant coffee and questionable pastries). The OYO offers a continental breakfast. I entered, saw the selection, and retreated to my room with the instant coffee I cleverly brought.
10:00 AM - Strataca: The Salt Mine. (Holy. Cow.) Okay, buckle up again, because this is legitimately awesome. Descending into the salt mine is…trippy. It’s dark, it's cool, and it's mind-boggling to think about all the history down here. I walked around thinking I'd stumbled onto a giant, underground planet. The tour guide was fantastic and passionate about the history, and I suddenly realized I’m enjoying my time in this crazy town.
1:00 PM - Lunch at a place I Can't Remember the Name of. (But it had good fries!) Alright, the meal, the actual food, was forgotten. I remember good fries. I had a burger.
3:00 PM - Exploring Hutchinson, Kansas. (Finding the good stuff). Today, I tried to see the city. I walked around, saw some old buildings. I walked down a street. It was okay.
5:00 PM - Relax, or not, Back to the OYO Room (and the TV). My feet hurt. The TV still works. I'm going to order food.
7:00 PM - Night. More TV.
Day 3: Departure and a Surprising Amount of Fondness
9:00 AM - Checkout and Goodbye to the Wallpaper. (I swear it's growing on me.) Time to check out. The clerk smiles. I smile back. Maybe I was wrong about this place. The OYO, the town… they grew on me in some weird way.
9:30 AM - One Last Coffee.
10:00 AM - Departure. (And a Sudden Craving for Those Mysterious Fries.) Leaving Hutchinson. Who knew a trip to a budget hotel in Kansas could be so… memorable? I'm still not sure what to make of the whole experience, but the Cosmosphere and the salt mine were worth the price of admission. And hey, the OYO? It was an experience.
So, uh... What *is* "it" exactly? Are we even talking about the same thing?
Oof. Right off the bat with the existential dread, huh? Look, "it" is whatever "it" is *to you*. Maybe it's that project you've been putting off. Maybe it's finally learning to bake sourdough (still haven't conquered that one, by the way. My starter? We're on shaky terms). Perhaps it’s that complicated relationship you're navigating. Or the job you hate - the one you *really* hate. Or even just... like,... dealing with all the tiny, irritating things in life - like the perpetually clogged sink drain I swear is mocking me. Seriously, that drain...
Honestly, the definition is about as concrete as a bowl of jello left out in the sun. What it *isn’t*, I guess, is easy. And that, my friend, is where most of us live. The place where it’s difficult. Where we question. Where… well, you get the picture.
Why is "it" always so...hard? Like, seriously, can't things just be simple for once?
Oh, honey. If I had a nickel for every time I've screamed that into the void... I'd probably have enough to buy a nice island and escape all this. See, the problem is us. We're complex, messy creatures. We overthink, we procrastinate, we trip over our own feet emotionally. We're experts at making things... well, complicated.
Take my attempt at running a marathon. I thought, "Hey, I like walking! How hard could it be?" Famous. Last. Words. The training? Brutal. My knees? Crying. My motivation? Non-existent, some days. But you know what? The feeling of crossing that finish line, even with a time that would shame a snail… that made it all worth it. Still, never again. Seriously. Never. Again.
I'm totally stuck. What's the *secret* to getting "it" done? Come on, spill the tea!
Secret? There's no secret! If there was, everyone would be skipping through fields of daisies and achieving world peace. Look, mostly it’s a combination of tiny steps that are rarely enjoyable at the moment, and blind stubbornness.
I mean, what's worked for me? Tiny, baby steps. Breaking down the overwhelming "it" into bite-sized chunks. Reward yourself for *anything*. Even just getting out of bed. Find a cheerleader – even if it's your dog. They're always encouraging (and they don't judge your sweatpants). And for the love of all that is holy, don't compare yourself to anyone else. Seriously. Everyone struggles. And everyone's "it" looks different. Like my sourdough - it looks nothing like anything on Instagram. But hey, it’s edible! Sometimes.
What if I fail? This is a biggie, I’m scared.
Oh, the *fear*. We've all been there. That icy grip of terror that squeezes your insides and whispers, "You're going to mess this up." And you know what? You might. You probably *will* at some point. Failure is, like, part of the process. Seriously.
Remember that marathon? I almost quit about halfway through. My quads were screaming, my lungs were burning, and I was pretty sure someone had swapped my Gatorade for battery acid. I wanted to quit, bad. But I didn’t. I just put one foot in front of the other. And after a long time - I finished.
The important thing is what you learn from the failure. Did you give it your all? Did you try? Okay. Then, maybe you didn't succeed. But, you tried - and that, my friend, is more important than any accomplishment. And more importantly - failing is rarely the end of the world.
Okay, so... procrastination. My nemesis. Help!
Procrastination. Ah, the siren song of Netflix and endless scrolling. I could write a dissertation on procrastination! (Maybe I should. Nah, too much work.) Seriously, though, why do we do it? Fear of failure? Perfectionism? Pure, unadulterated laziness? It’s probably a combination, isn't it?
The one thing that seems to work for me is the Pomodoro Technique. 25 minutes of hyper-focused work, 5 minutes of doing literally whatever the heck I need to unwind, and then repeat. And during my 5-minute break? Well, I allow for a little bit of doom scrolling. Sometimes all it takes is knowing I have limits to my freedom.
But what if I *don't want* to do "it"? Like, I fundamentally loathe it?
Ah, the existential crisis of "it." The deep, abiding hatred. I get it. Sometimes, you *have* to do things you don't want to do. Life, right? Taxes, for example. Ugh.
So, for those situations, you have a couple of options. First, try to find *something* enjoyable about it. Maybe put on some music, or make it a game. Second, try to adjust your mindset. Embrace the suck. Tell yourself, "Okay, I'm going to power through this, and then I can have that giant bowl of ice cream (or whatever your reward is)." Third, if the hatred is truly unbearable… maybe consider whether you *really* have to do it. Is it essential? Or can you find a way to delegate, negotiate, or… you know… just… not? Seriously, do you *really* have to? Consider an alternate reality if it really bothers you.
How do I deal with the inevitable... roadblocks?
Roadblocks. Oh, they’re coming. They always are. Expect them! But here’s a piece of wisdom from the trenches: have a plan B, C, D, and maybe even E. Seriously.
Let’s go back to the marathon. My plan was to keep running. Roadblock: My knee. Plan B: walk. Plan C: limp. Plan D: crawl. Plan E: get someone to carry me (kidding… mostly). The point is, you need to adapt. Be flexible. Be willing to change your approach. And don’t be afraid to ask for help. Seriously, ask for advice. Talk to a friend. Ask for help - or even just a sympathetic ear (I always need a lot of those). People love to help, and they probablyHotel Haven Now
