Escape to Detroit: Luxury at Hampton Inn & Suites Troy!
Escape to Detroit: Hampton Inn & Suites Troy - An Honest (and Maybe a Little Over-the-Top) Review!
Okay, folks, let's get real. Planning a trip to Detroit? You're probably thinking about Motown, the DIA, maybe even a Tigers game. But where to stay? That, my friends, is the million-dollar question. I recently had the… pleasure… of experiencing the Hampton Inn & Suites Troy, and I'm here to spill the beans. Buckle up, because this isn't your typical dry hotel review.
First Impressions (and a Little Bit of Panic):
Pulling up, it looked… well, like a Hampton Inn. You know the drill. Clean lines, expected architecture. Inside, the lobby was bright, but I swear, the air conditioning was blasting so hard, I thought I'd need a parka. (Important note: Air conditioning in public areas – check!). The check-in process was blessedly contactless check-in/out, which, in this post-pandemic world, is a MAJOR win in my book. No awkward fumbling with pens everyone else has touched! The staff was polite, efficient, and masked up – they seemed to follow the Staff trained in safety protocols like they'd been practicing for years. I also spotted the Hand sanitizer dispensers strategically placed, a comforting sight for a germaphobe like myself.
Room Sweet Room (or, Where I Attempted to Relax):
My room? Alright, let's talk about the nitty-gritty. It had Air conditioning that I could actually control (hallelujah!), a comfy Desk, a Coffee/tea maker (essential – caffeine is my lifeblood), and… wait for it… blackout curtains! Pure bliss. I dove headfirst into the darkness and felt like a vampire finally escaping the scorching sun. I was a huge fan of the Extra long bed, which helped to prevent me from feeling cramped.
Accessibility, Because Everyone Deserves a Good Stay:
Okay, let's not forget the important stuff. This hotel has a Facilities for disabled guests, and the Elevator was a lifesaver. This is a HUGE plus. I didn't personally need these services, but knowing they are available gives a hotel major points in my book.
Internet – A Modern Necessity:
Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Yes! This is how it should be. The Wi-Fi was fast, stable, and I could actually get work done without wanting to throw my laptop out of the window that opens (another plus, by the way - fresh air is a game changer!).
Dining, Drinking, and Snack Attacks:
Now, this is where things get… interesting. Let's be honest, hotel food is notoriously hit or miss. The Hampton Inn & Suites Troy offers a Breakfast [buffet]. I braved the buffet in restaurant with a combination of excitement and dread. It wasn't gourmet, let's get that straight. But the scrambled eggs were edible (a small victory!), and the Coffee/tea in restaurant was surprisingly decent. They also had Breakfast takeaway service, which was great for those grab-and-go mornings. And, bonus points, they offered Individually-wrapped food options for extra peace of mind.
I will say, the Snack bar was a lifesaver at 2 am when my pizza craving kicked in.
Things to Do (Besides Exist):
The Fitness center definitely existed. I glanced in – it was functional, but I'm not sure I could muster the energy to actually use it. They do have a Swimming pool [outdoor], but with the Detroit weather being what it is, I didn't chance it.
Cleanliness and Safety – Because, You Know, Living:
I'm a stickler for cleanliness. I saw evidence of their commitment to the Cleanliness and safety protocols. They had the Daily disinfection in common areas. I definitely appreciated the Hand sanitizer and seeing the staff follow these protocols seemed to be taken seriously.
Getting Around (Navigating the Mean Streets…or, Just Troy):
The Car park [free of charge] was a huge perk. Car park [on-site] is also a great addition to the hotel. They also offer Taxi service.
The Little Extras (and the Not-So-Little Ones):
- Room sanitization opt-out available - good to see it available.
- Daily housekeeping - appreciated.
- Smoke detector. Good.
- Fire extinguisher, also good.
- Non-smoking rooms. Thank goodness.
The Verdict (Is it Worth It?):
Okay, here’s the honest-to-goodness truth. The Hampton Inn & Suites Troy isn’t going to change your life. It's not the luxury hotel you might dream of. But it is… a solid, reliable option. It's CLEAN, the staff is friendly, the location is convenient, and the beds are comfy. The room could definitely be more decorated. It's a perfectly acceptable place to crash after a day of exploring Detroit.
My Overall Score: A Solid 7.5/10.
Okay, now for the sales pitch!
ESCAPE TO DETROIT: YOUR LUXURY GETAWAY AT THE HAMPTON INN & SUITES TROY!
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Here's What Makes Us Different:
- Stress-Free Stay: Enjoy Contactless check-in/out, Free Wi-Fi in all rooms, and a staff dedicated to your comfort. We follow these safety protocols.
- Fuel Your Adventures: Start your day with our complimentary Breakfast [buffet] or grab a Breakfast takeaway service. We offer on site a Snack bar for a convenient snack.
- Relaxation Ready: Sink into our comfy beds, work with ease at your desk.
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't your sanitized, perfectly-packaged travel brochure. This is the real, messy, slightly-caffeinated truth of my Detroit/Troy adventure, all from the hallowed halls of the Hampton Inn & Suites, Troy, Michigan. And trust me, it's gonna be a ride.
Day 1: Arrival, Mild Panic, and the Quest for Chicken Nuggets
- 1:00 PM: Arrival (the "Wow, this place is… pretty standard" phase). Landed at Detroit Metro, smooth sailing, surprisingly. Grabbed my bags, avoided eye contact with anyone suspicious, and hopped in the Uber. The drive to the Hampton wasn't too bad, a little bland, a lot of strip malls. Troy, you're… well, you're Troy. The hotel itself? Standard. Clean, but utterly forgettable. The kind of place you could lose your mind in if you stayed too long.
- 2:00 PM: Check-In Chaos & The Great Wi-Fi Hunt. Smooth check-in…ish. The front desk lady, bless her heart, seemed to have seen a few too many cranky travelers. Got my room. The first thing, naturally, was the Wi-Fi. Ugh. Took me a solid 15 minutes of password attempts and sighs to connect. The modern traveler's ultimate existential battle.
- 2:30 PM: Settling In & Room Assessment. Alright, the room. Not bad, not great. Clean, yes. But the decor? Beige. Beige everywhere. It’s like they wanted to erase any possible personality from the space. Found the usual: a decent enough bed, small desk, tiny fridge promising "convenience" that it may or may not deliver.
- 3:00 PM: The Chicken Nugget Emergency. Okay, true confession. After a longish flight and with hunger pangs hitting me hard, I had an urgent craving for chicken nuggets. It was basically a life-or-death situation. Google Maps to the rescue (thank you, internet gods). Found a McDonald's just a few blocks away. That drive? The first real taste of Troy. Strip malls, traffic lights…the symphony of suburbia. Nuggets were… well, McDonald's nuggets. Comfort food at its finest.
- 4:00 PM: Hotel Exploration… or the Lack Thereof. Okay, the Hampton Inn is… well, a Hampton Inn. Did the obligatory peek at the lobby (meh), the pool (looked clean, but I wasn’t brave enough), and the gym (one sad treadmill and a few weights – gave it a miss). Honestly, I just wanted to collapse on that beige bed and watch some trash TV.
- 6:00 PM: The Restaurant Roulette & Dinner with a Side of "Meh". Dinner. This was where things got… interesting. I thought I was prepared. I researched restaurants. But when it came to it, the list was overwhelming. Ended up at a casual restaurant a short drive away. Food? Fine. Service? Fine. Atmosphere? You guessed it… fine. It was the kind of dinner that just happened. Not bad, not great, just… blah.
- 8:00 PM: The Couch, The TV, and the creeping paranoia. Back at the hotel. The evening routine… TV and phone. I did catch myself thinking about all the people moving around, who's in the next room, is that really all I am, alone and a little bit bored?
Day 2: Ford Dreams, Artistic Angst, and the Quest for Something… More
- 8:00 AM: The Breakfast Bar Blues. Okay, the breakfast bar at the Hampton? Standard fare. Cereal, instant oatmeal, sad-looking pastries. The coffee was… well, let's just say it needed a double shot of espresso. I may have snuck a banana from the fruit basket to get me through the day.
- 9:00 AM: Ford Pondering: The Henry Ford Museum. This was the highlight I had been waiting for. The Henry Ford itself is a total powerhouse. The sheer scale! The amount of history crammed into one place! Seeing the actual bus Rosa Parks rode on… chills! It was a bit overwhelming tbh. The exhibit on the history of cars was incredible, and I spent far too long just staring at the Model Ts. The museum itself, not just a collection of objects, it's a storytelling machine.
- 1:00 PM: Lunch (and a Side of Existential Dread). Had a hotdog thing on the go from a food truck from the Ford museum. It was basically fine. But it was in that moment, feeling full but a little blah, that I realized the trip was just me moving, doing things. It's a humbling, awful realization.
- 2:00 PM: Art & the Awkward Silence of the Detroit Institute of Arts. Okay, so I'm no art critic. But the Detroit Institute of Arts? Wow. Just wow. I wandered around, lost in paintings I barely understood, yet still was moved by. It’s humbling seeing an artist’s perspective. I saw some amazing paintings, I got lost in the crowd a little, it was amazing. Even the weirdness of some of the modern exhibits was kind of wonderful.
- 4:00 PM: The River Walk (and the Real Detroit). Taking the drive back to the hotel from the DIA, I took a look at the River Walk. It was lovely seeing the beautiful city on a nice day, and experiencing the contrast between the natural beauty of the river and the industrial grit surrounding it.
- 6:00 PM: Pizza and the Unfinished Book. Back at the hotel, I ordered Domino's. It was cheap and comforting. I got back to my room and tried to read, but ended up staring into the abyss of the room.
Day 3: Departure and the Lingering Taste of Blandness.
- 8:00 AM: The Last Breakfast & the "Get Me Out of Here" Vibe. Okay, same breakfast, same coffee, but the dread was real. I was done. I just wanted to go home. Packing was a breeze.
- 9:00 AM: Final Check-Out & Goodbyes. Smooth check-out. The desk lady was still friendly. I made my way to the car and hit the road. Goodbye Troy, you weren’t bad.
- 10:00 AM: Airport, Take Off, and the "What Did I Even Do?" Moment. The flight back was uneventful. But as I looked out the window, I was left with the thought: Was this trip worth it? I don’t know. I saw things, I did things. I ate some chicken nuggets. And now, I'm back home. But maybe that's okay. Maybe these trips aren't about some grand, life-altering transformation. Maybe they're just about the small things – the slightly-too-beige hotel room, the unexpected beauty of a painting, the momentary comfort of a pizza. And maybe, just maybe, that's enough.
And that, my friends, is the truth. The raw, unedited, slightly-melancholy truth of my Michigan adventure. Don’t expect perfection. Expect the messy, the real, the utterly human. Because that's what life is all about, right?
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So, Is This "Escape to Detroit" Thing Actually About Detroit? Because I'm Confused.
Okay, real talk? "Escape to Detroit" from the Hampton Inn & Suites Troy? It's… a *stretch*. Like, geographically, you're *near* Detroit. Troy's a suburb. A nice one, sure, with its sprawling malls and meticulously manicured lawns begging to be trampled by an overzealous toddler (not mine, thankfully). You're not exactly stumbling into the Heidelberg Project. Unless you *really* commit to it, like, driving there specifically for your Escape.
My experience? We went to the Detroit Institute of Arts. *That* felt like a Detroit escape, a real escape. The hotel? Cozy. Clean. Troy. But hey, Detroit's a short drive away, right? So, yeah... it *counts*. Right? Maybe ask for a "real Detroit" itinerary? I should've.
The "Luxury" Part. Real or... Marketing Hyperbole?
Luxury? Okay, let’s talk about it. Look, I wouldn't call it "The Ritz-Carlton, Detroit," but it *is* a step up from, say, the Motel 6 of my college spring break nightmares (shudder). The lobby had a vaguely aspirational modern vibe, though the furniture felt… a little too much like it came from a website that sells mass-produced furniture. The pool was lovely though! And honestly, sometimes all you need is a clean pool and a decent breakfast.
My room? Comfortable. The bed was nice. Pillows: fluffy! The bathroom was spotless, and the shower pressure was actually *good*. Which, for a hotel shower, is practically a miracle. So, "luxury" might be overselling it. But "pleasant and relaxing" – absolutely. I mean, I slept well, and that's a *luxury* in my book because kids.
Tell me about the breakfast. Because breakfast is serious business.
Breakfast. Sweet, sweet breakfast. Okay, it's the free Hampton Inn continental breakfast. Don't go in expecting gourmet. Do go in expecting predictable, comforting, and potentially a little bit of chaos.
The waffle machine. It's a gamble, people. Sometimes, you get a golden, perfectly crisp waffle. Other times, you get… the waffle that time forgot. I saw a kid, bless his little heart, trying to pry his waffle out with a fork. It was a scene. But! There were eggs, fruit, and the holy grail: the coffee. Strong, hot, and unlimited. I think I drank half a pot. Breakfast saved the day for us.
Is there anything *not* to love? 'Cause nothing's perfect, right?
Okay, real talk? The elevators. They could be… slow. And sometimes, you'd get that slightly frantic feeling of, "Am I trapped in a metal box with a bunch of strangers?" (I have a slight claustrophobia thing, don't judge). Also, the parking situation. It wasn't awful, but it wasn't exactly ample, either. Be prepared to walk a bit. I once circled for 10 minutes before I found a spot that was close to a tree, and shade equals happiness.
Other than that… small gripes, really. The usual hotel stuff. Like, that insistent "ding" the ice machine makes every five minutes. I swear, it haunted my dreams. But honestly, you adapt.
Okay, Fine, Let's Dive Into One Specific Experience, Good or Bad. Hit Me.
Alright, here's the thing. The *pool*. It was supposed to be my oasis of tranquility. My chance to *escape* the chaos of toddler tantrums and the relentless demands for "snack, snack, snack!" I envisioned myself floating serenely, maybe with iced tea. Nope.
Turns out, every other parent in the hotel had the exact same idea. The pool became a swirling vortex of splashing children, rogue pool noodles, and the constant, high-pitched shrieks of delight/distress. My "serene float" turned into a frantic attempt to keep my child from swimming into the deep end, dodging errant cannonballs, and trying to maintain a semblance of sanity. I didn't even get to touch my iced tea until the last minute. It was still worth it. It was the best way to burn through some little bundles of energy, and then we all went to sleep at 7:30.
The moral of the story? Pack earplugs. And maybe a tranquilizer dart for yourself. (Just kidding… mostly.)
Would you go back? Honest answer.
Honestly? Yeah. Despite the elevator woes, the competitive breakfast scene, and the pool-induced pandemonium, I would definitely go back. Why? Because it served its purpose. It was clean, comfortable, and close enough to Detroit to actually, you know, *do* Detroit things. It provided a break from the everyday. And hey, sometimes a perfectly average hotel is exactly what you need. Plus, the waffles, man. The waffles.
Plus, the proximity to the DIA? *Chef’s kiss.* Totally worth it.
So, basically, good but not *amazing*?
Exactly! It’s like a really solid… beige. A reliable beige. It isn’t going to set your world on fire, but it’s familiar, comfortable, and gets the job done. And sometimes, beige is exactly what you need. But if you truly want a luxuriously luxurious experience, you may need to lower your expectations and just focus on enjoying it, whatever *it* is!
