Escape to Luxury: The Westin Southfield Detroit - Your Unforgettable Michigan Getaway
Escape to Luxury? More Like a Detroit Doozy: A Review of The Westin Southfield (With All That Stuff!)
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because I'm about to unleash a review on you so detailed, it'll make you question your own life choices. And it's all about The Westin Southfield Detroit. Let’s just say, my recent "escape to luxury" was, shall we say, interesting. Prepare for a rollercoaster, people. Prepare.
Accessibility: A Mixed Bag… Mostly Good!
Okay, first things first, for those of you with mobility needs: the Westin mostly gets it. The whole place claims to be wheelchair accessible, and I saw ramps, elevators, and all the usual suspects. My friend, bless her heart, uses a wheelchair, and she said it was generally okay. But, and it's a big but, she mentioned some doorways felt a little tight. And getting to the loo-loo (that's the bathroom, folks) sometimes involved a bit of a dance. So, accessibility: good effort, room for improvement. ( Metadata: #Accessibility #WheelchairAccessible #DetroitHotels #WestinSouthfield #MichiganTravel )
On-site Grub and Booze: More Than Meets the Eye (and Stomach…)
Right, let's talk food and bev! This is where things get…complicated. We're talking restaurants plural here, folks. Several, actually. One of them was… well, let’s just say it had a "vibe". Think "slightly confused upscale hotel restaurant" with a dash of "trying too hard to be trendy." They do offer a la carte, but honestly, the buffet at breakfast was where it was at.
- The Buffet: A Love-Hate Relationship Ah, the breakfast buffet. Breakfast [buffet]! Oh the promise it holds! Asian breakfast, Western breakfast…it had it all. At least, it claimed to. One morning, the scrambled eggs looked suspiciously like yellow pudding (a genuine "WTF?" moment), and the coffee was weaker than a politician's promise. But, the waffles! Glorious, crispy, slightly-burnt waffles that I devoured with reckless abandon. See? Love-hate. ( #BreakfastBuffet #HotelFood #DetroitEats #WestinRestaurant )
- Happy Hour Shenanigans: They have a bar, obviously! Happy hour? Yes, please. It was crowded, loud, and completely delightful. The bartenders were friendly, the cocktails were strong, and I may have, ahem, indulged a little too much. ( #HappyHour #HotelBar #DrinksInDetroit )
- Poolside Bar? Okay, truth be told, I didn’t actually see a poolside bar. Maybe it was closed for the season? Or maybe I was too busy stuffing my face with waffles to notice? ( #PoolsideBar #HotelAmenities )
Cleanliness and Safety: Feeling Pretty Safe (for the Most Part)
Look, in these crazy times, safety is paramount. The Westin gets it, they really do. "Anti-viral cleaning products" were everywhere. "Daily disinfection in common areas"? You betcha. The staff, they looked like they were going to war against germs. They had masks, hand sanitizer, the whole shebang. Room sanitization opt-out available! I didn’t opt out, let me tell you! Rooms sanitized between stays! You can tell how the anxiety gets to me. ( #Cleanliness #HotelSafety #CovidPrecautions )
Spa and Relaxation: My Personal Sanctuary… or the Beginning of Madness?
Ah, the spa. This is where things went… deep. Deep, deep into the realm of pure, unadulterated relaxation. And then back out again.
- The Pool with a View: Seriously, the outdoor pool was gorgeous. Pool with view! You can relax here. A true oasis. This is what I was going for.
- The Sauna: I have no experience with this, but I want to try some day
- The Steamroom: I have no experience with this, but I want to try some day
- The Gym: Fitness center! I’m a big fan. I was really looking forward to this, I love a good workout. The gym, fitness center, gym/fitness… it was alright. Functional. Clean. Not exactly the palatial fitness haven I'd dreamt about, but it did the job. ( #SpaDay #HotelRelaxation #Poolside )
- Massage: Now, this is where things went completely sideways in the best possible way. Oh, the massage! The masseuse, a woman named Delores, had hands that could soothe the most frazzled nerves. I booked the most deluxe package, a full-body scrub, followed by a body wrap and a Swedish massage. It was pure bliss. For the first thirty minutes. Then, the aromatherapy oils kicked in. Suddenly, I was convinced I was floating in space, surrounded by purple unicorns, all gently whispering affirmations about my inner beauty. (This actually happened, I swear. The aromatherapy was intense, okay?) When I staggered out, I felt fantastic, but also slightly unhinged. Delores, if you're reading this, thank you. And maybe tone down the lavender a smidge next time? ( #MassageTherapy #HotelSpa #Euphoria )
Rooms, Glorious Rooms… and a Few Quirks
Okay, let's talk rooms. Here's the deal: they are standard hotel rooms. Air conditioning! Blackout curtains (absolutely essential for a good night's sleep, especially after that massage). Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Always a win. The bed was comfy, the shower was decent, and the toiletries were… well, hotel toiletries. You know the drill.
- The Mini Bar Mystery: There was a mini-bar, but it was locked. Apparently, you have to call the front desk to get it unlocked. ( #HotelRooms #RoomService #DetroitLodging )
For the Kids (or Not, Depending on Your Vibe)
Family/child friendly: yes. Babysitting service: yes. Kids meal: yes. I don't have kids, so I didn't experience any of this firsthand. But, there's that, if that's what you are looking for. ( #FamilyTravel #KidsAmenities )
Services and Conveniences: The Usual Suspects
- Elevator: Always a must.
- Concierge: Super helpful, especially when I desperately needed a good burger recommendation.
- Dry Cleaning, Laundry Service & Ironing Service: Standard for a hotel like this.
- Car Park [free of charge], Car park [on-site], Valet parking: Free parking, YES! ( #HotelAmenities #DetroitHotels )
Getting Around: A Detroit Adventure
- Airport transfer: The Westin offers this.
- Taxi service: Always available.
- Bicycle parking I don't think I saw.
- Car power charging station I didn't see this either.
The Little Annoyances (Because No Escape is Perfect)
- The Elevator Situation: Okay, the elevators were a bit slow. Sometimes, I’d press the button, stare at the illuminated floor numbers, and feel like I aged a decade waiting. A minor quibble, but still.
- The Signage Saga: Finding the gym? The spa? The laundry room? It was like a treasure hunt, but the map was written in hieroglyphics. More clear signage, please, Westin!
- The Bathroom Phone: Who even uses the bathroom phone anymore? It’s just… weird. ( #HotelAnnoyances )
Final Verdict: Detroit Done Right (Mostly)
Look, The Westin Southfield isn't perfect. It has its quirks, its annoyances, and its moments of mild existential dread (thanks, lavender oil!). But, it's a solid choice for a getaway. The staff is generally friendly, the location is decent, the spa is (mostly) heavenly, and those waffles… oh, those waffles. So, if you're looking for an escape to Detroit, this might be for you. Just remember to pack your sense of humor, and maybe some earplugs for the happy hour! ( Metadata: #TheWestinSouthfield #DetroitHotels #MichiganGetaway #HotelReview #TravelReview #LuxuryHotel #DetroitSpa #Accessibility #HotelAmenities #FoodReview #TravelTips #MichiganTourism )
Don Pedro Aviles: Unveiling Spain's Hidden Gem (You Won't Believe This!)
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because this isn't your pristine, pre-packaged itinerary. This is life, and it's happening at the Westin Southfield Detroit, baby. Get ready for a whirlwind of questionable decisions, the unexpected joys of room service, and probably a few existential crises in the elevator. Let's go.
Day 1: Arrival, Aspirations, and Airport Blues (Maybe a Bit of Detroit History…Eventually)
1:00 PM: Touchdown at Detroit Metro Airport (DTW). Ugh, airports. It's always a goddamn marathon just to get off the plane. And the smells. Always that weird mix of stale coffee and existential dread. Okay, gotta find baggage claim. And, naturally, my luggage is the last one on the carousel. Sigh.
1:30 PM: The dreaded car rental experience. Pray for a decent car. Pray even harder for a rental agent who isn't named Brenda and doesn't try to upsell me on everything under the sun. (Brenda, if you're reading this..I'm sorry, your sales pitch just gives me anxiety.)
2:30 PM: Finally, in the car! Driving to the Westin Southfield. GPS says 30 minutes. Famous last words. You know, I should probably brush up on some Detroit history while I drive. Like, figure out what's actually worth seeing besides, you know, The Westin Southfield. Maybe the Detroit Institute of Arts? Ren Cen? I'll figure it out later. First, gotta actually get to the hotel.
3:00 PM (ish): Check-in at the Westin. Shiny lobby. I think I'm supposed to feel fancy? Am I fancy? My sweatpants say no. The lobby says YES. This is where the story begins.
3:30 PM: Room reveal. Okay, not bad. King bed. Big windows. View of…a parking lot. Welp. Still, a king bed! And I’m exhausted. Unpack later.
4:00 PM: Must. Have. Caffeine. Room service. Coffee. STAT. And maybe a pastry. Don't judge me. This is the life of a travel writer, you know? Glamorous. (Said with a heavy dose of sarcasm.)
5:00 PM: Contemplating the Meaning of Life (While Sipping Coffee). Okay, maybe I should figure out what to eat for dinner. Maybe a quick gym sesh? Naaah. That's for the super-humans. Pizza delivery it is.
7:00 PM: Pizza devoured. Regret setting in. But the pizza was goooood. And now, the sweet, sweet embrace of free Wi-Fi! Time to start actually researching…Detroit.
9:00 PM: Scrolling through Yelp. Overwhelmed. So many options. I'm paralyzed and so I just decide to watch some trash TV.
10:00 PM: Lights out. Tomorrow, I swear, I'll actually be productive. Probably.
Day 2: Culture, Confusion, and Culinary Adventures
7:00 AM (ish): Wake up. Drag myself out of the king-sized bed. This is the life. Coffee, coffee, coffee. And maybe a quick shower? Or maybe not. No judgement.
8:00 AM: Okay, now I'm thinking about the day. Art? History? Or maybe a very long breakfast at the hotel restaurant? Decisions, decisions…
9:00 AM: The Detroit Institute of Arts(DIA). Holy art, Batman! I wander aimlessly. I don’t know what’s going on, but I like it. I got lost in the Rivera Court mural. The detail! The colors! My brain is literally swimming in artistic inspiration. I need to sit down.
12:00 PM: Lunch. I find a local diner (because I must support local, right?). I order something that sounds vaguely interesting. Honestly, I just wanted a burger.
1:30 PM: Back to the hotel. (See? I do have an inner life, even if it's mostly in a hotel room)
2:00 PM: Staring at the view from the parking lot. Time to reflect on the art. I think I need a nap.
3:00 PM: Nap time over and its time for the gym. I've been avoiding this forever, but now is the time to begin the process.
4:00 PM: I'm exhausted. Why is exercise so tiring? I guess now I got to shower.
5:30 PM: Dinner out, I attempt to eat it fancy. I order things I cannot pronounce, but at least the food tastes good.
8:00 PM: Back in the hotel. Time to read a book. I make my self read until I fall asleep.
10:00 PM: Sleep.
Day 3: Departure and Debriefing (with a side of pure, unadulterated exhaustion)
7:00 AM: Wake up. Realize I have a flight to catch. PANIC. Quick shower. Pack. Attempt to leave behind the mess. Fail.
8:00 AM: Check out. Say goodbye to the king-sized bed. Feel a little bit of a pang.
8:30 AM: Drive back through the Detroit suburbs. Try to remember something profound about my time.
9:00 AM: Drop off the rental car. Pray they don't charge me extra for the slight dent I swear wasn't my fault.
9:30 AM: Security check. Airport madness. The usual.
10:00 AM: Sitting at the gate. Reflecting. Did I eat enough sliders? Did I see enough of this great city? Probably not. But I survived! I loved the DIA though. Very good!
11:00 AM: Boarding is commencing. Time to go home.
11:01 AM: Sleep the whole flight.
Emotional Postscript:
Well, there you have it. My highly imperfect, occasionally inspiring, and often caffeinated journey through The Westin Southfield Detroit and a little bit of Detroit. It was a mix of highs and lows, art and parking lots, pizza and existential dread. Would I do it again? Probably. Because despite the chaos, there's something undeniably beautiful about the messy, unpredictable, utterly human experience of travel. Now, excuse me, I need another coffee. And maybe a nap.
Escape to Paradise: Ilha Grande's Hidden Gem, Pousada Riacho Dos Cambucas
So, like, What *IS* This Whole Thing About? (Seriously, I'm Confused)
Alright, picture this: you’re wandering through the internet wilderness, lost and bewildered. You stumble upon something (maybe it's a website, a product, a... a feeling, who even knows anymore?) and BAM! Confusion hits. This FAQ is supposed to be the digital equivalent of a friendly (possibly slightly unhinged) local, leaning out of their porch, squinting into the sun, and going "Well, now, let me tell ya..."
Think of it as a digital brain dump, fueled by caffeine and a healthy dose of existential dread. We'll tackle questions you might have, things I've stumbled on, maybe even some things *you* didn't know you had questions about. It's messy. It's imperfect. It's probably grammatically incorrect in a few places. But hey, that's life, right?
Why Should I Even Bother Reading This? My Time is Precious! (Unless it's Not, Then Carry On...)
Valid question. Let's be brutally honest: you *probably* shouldn't. Unless you're bored. Or you're procrastinating. Or you have a genuine, burning curiosity. Or you're just here for the train wreck. (Welcome aboard, by the way, we've got snacks!).
This isn't your typical, bullet-pointed, corporate-approved drivel. I aim to be... human. I might ramble. I might get off-topic. I might even tell you a story about that time I spilled coffee on the keyboard… *again*. If that sounds appealing, then, by all means, stay awhile! But don't come crying to me if you realize you just wasted ten minutes of your life. (Though, truth be told, I'm often quite good at that myself.)
Okay, Fine, You've Got Me. What Kind of Stuff Are We Talking About Here, Exactly?
Ah, the million-dollar question! That's the thing, it's a mystery, even to *me*! But to make it mildly clearer, it may involve anything: technology, the universe, life, the meaning of life, and the meaning of a good cup of coffee. Maybe some history, pop culture, or even the intricacies of cat behavior (because seriously, what *are* they thinking?).
You get the point. Expect a mix of serious pondering, quirky observations, and probably some off-color jokes. Consider yourself warned. (Though, knowing myself, I'll probably forget to actually warn you about things.)
Are You, Like, An Expert? Because I Need Definitive Answers, Dude.
Nope. Absolutely not. My expertise lies in the following: overthinking things, making messes, and accidentally starting conversations with squirrels. I'm more of a "curious explorer" than an expert. Which, let's be honest, is code for "I make things up as I go along, just like everyone else."
Take everything with a grain of salt. The truth is out there… somewhere. Probably buried under a mountain of misinformation and cat videos. But hey, that’s part of the fun, right?
Okay, But What About *My* Burning Question? Can I Ask It? Or Am I Trapped?
You absolutely can! But don't expect miracles. Send it to me. I'll read it, mull it over, maybe even answer it… eventually. My attention span is about the length of a TikTok video (and sometimes even *less* efficient than that). So, patience is a virtue, and I'm still working on it.
So, You're Basically Saying This is a Work in Progress? Is it Ever Finished?
Finished? HA! My friend, nothing in life is truly finished. Not even this FAQ. I will most likely add more questions, more answers, and more questionable choices. It'll adapt, evolve, and probably get even messier over time. Like my life, it's forever in a state of delightful chaos. (And if it ever *does* feel "finished," then I've probably lost interest, which is a whole other problem.)
What If I Disagree With Everything You Say? Can I Fight You? (Virtually, of Course.)
Hey, that’s perfectly fine! Actually, I encourage it. Healthy debate is the spice of life, right? (Unless you start slinging insults, in which case, I'm probably going to block you. I'm all for spirited discussions, but there's a limit, people.)
Bring on the opposing viewpoints! Tell me I'm wrong! Challenge my assumptions! As long as you're being respectful, it's all good. Just don’t expect me to change my mind easily. I'm stubborn. It's a character flaw, really. But I'll still read what you have to say. Because… well, I’m curious about everything. (Especially why people are so passionate about things – so fascinating!)
What's the Deal with the Coffee? You Mention It A Lot. Are You, Like, *That* Addicted?
Dude, the coffee is a lifestyle. It's the fuel that keeps the gears turning, you know? It's the reason I'm able to string coherent sentences together, even when I'm secretly operating on three hours of sleep. It's not just a beverage; it's a whole *vibe*.
And yes, I might be slightly addicted. Don't judge me. You have your vices; I have my dark, bitter, caffeinated friend. Also, let's be honest – coffee stains are a badge of honor at this point. They're proof that I'm actually *doing* something, even if that something is just staring blankly at a computer screen and wondering what to write about.
I'm Still Confused. Is This Supposed to Be Helpful?
Honestly? I'm not sure. "Helpful" is a strong word. Maybe it's… *amusing*? Or at least, a distraction? Look, I'm not promising answers or life-changingWallet Friendly Stay
