St. Louis Airport's Hidden Gem: Pear Tree Inn Review (You Won't Believe This!)
St. Louis Airport's Hidden Gem: Pear Tree Inn Review (You Won't Believe This!)
The Grand Majestic Hotel: A Review That's Probably Too Honest (and Long)
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because I just emerged, blinking, from The Grand Majestic Hotel. And let me tell you, the experience… well, it was a thing. This "review" is less of a polished essay and more like the digital equivalent of me spilling my guts (and maybe a little bit of that hotel breakfast) all over the place. Consider this fair warning.
SEO & Metadata Shenanigans (Let's Get This Over With)
Before we dive headfirst into the beautifully chaotic mess that was my stay, let's appease the Google gods. Keywords, keywords, keywords!
- Keywords: Hotel review, Grand Majestic Hotel, accessibility, wheelchair accessible, Wi-Fi, spa, swimming pool, restaurant, dining, fitness center, room service, cleanliness, safety, breakfast, Asian cuisine, Western cuisine, family friendly, business facilities, non-smoking rooms, car park, airport transfer, [Insert City Name] Hotels, [Nearby Attraction Keywords].
- Metadata: Descriptive title, engaging meta description highlighting key features, use of relevant keywords in headers and content, alt text for images (if I bothered to take any – spoiler alert: I didn’t).
Okay, now that's done. phew.
First Impressions (and a Near-Disaster with the Elevator)
The Grand Majestic looks impressive. That whole "grand" thing isn't just a name, it's a promise. Marble floors, sweeping staircases, the works. But the first hurdle? The elevator. It groaned like a grumpy old man and took approximately a millennium to go up a single floor. I swear, I aged five years during that ascent. I had visions of being trapped, forced to survive on the complimentary bottle of water and a rapidly diminishing supply of trail mix. Definitely not the welcome I expected.
Then there was the issue with the lobby, it could take a few more wheelchair friendly options.
Accessibility: Trying to Navigate the Labyrinth (Maybe the Metaphor Breaks Down Here)
Okay, so accessibility. I tried to see if it actually followed through, which, by the looks of it, it seemed to do a pretty decent job. The website claimed they offered "Facilities for Disabled Guests" (and they should, it is 2024 guys, get with the times), and from what I could tell, the public areas were accessible. The elevators… well, we already covered that. There were wheelchair-friendly ramps, and they seem to have some more suitable options too.
Rooms: A Mixed Bag of Comfort and Curiosities
My room… well, let’s just say it was a character. The "non-smoking" sign was prominently displayed, which was a good start. Though I did smell some faint, lingering aroma the first evening. The bed was comfortable – a life-saver after that elevator ordeal – and the "extra-long" bed actually was (a win for us tall people!).
However, I also found:
- The Soundproofing: Pretty decent! I barely heard the bustling city outside.
- The Blackout Curtains: Glorious. I slept like a baby, or at least, a baby who’d finally escaped a particularly long and exhausting nap.
- The Bathroom Phone: Utterly useless. Who are you calling? Room service? They were clearly aware that I might be phoning.
- The "Complimentary Tea": It was a sad, lonely tea bag. I ended up ordering a coffee from room service.
But can't deny, they delivered the Wi-Fi.
Internet: Thank God for Fast Wi-Fi (Free WiFi in All Rooms!)
Thank the gods. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! It actually worked, and it was fast. A life-saver for a travel blogger like myself. So, a resounding yes for the internet.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: A Culinary Rollercoaster
Oh, the food. This is where things get interesting.
- Breakfast: The buffet (Asian and Western options) was… a sight. A vast expanse of options, from sad-looking pastries to bubbling trays of… something. I opted for the scrambled eggs and toast (always a safe bet). The "breakfast takeaway service" was pretty good too, a grab-and-go option that’s great.
- Restaurants: There were multiple restaurants. I ventured into the Asian one. The food? Actually pretty good! A delicious, spicy stir-fry warmed my soul after a rough day.
- Poolside Bar: A godsend. The cocktails were strong, the view was great, and it was the perfect way to unwind after a day of exploring (or recovering from the elevator).
- Room Service: 24-hour? Yes please! It was late, I was hungry. My burger was decent!
Ways to Relax: Spa, Pool, and the Quest for Inner Peace
The Spa promised serenity, but ended up sending me on a quest for inner peace that I may or may not have found.
- The Pool with a View: Absolutely stunning. I spent hours just floating, staring up at the sky. Pure bliss.
- The Sauna/Steamroom: Hot. Very hot. I emerged looking like a boiled lobster, but in a good way.
- The Fitness Center: I bravely attempted to use it, but after 5 minutes of a treadmill, I gave up, the gym was in perfect condition
- The Massage: I’m not gonna lie, I fell asleep halfway through. It was that relaxing.
- The Body Wrap/Scrub: Didn't try it, because I am not brave enough
Cleanliness and Safety: The Sanitization Standoff
During these times, it is important to have cleanliness and sanitation at the forefront.
- Anti-viral cleaning products, daily disinfection in common areas, individually-wrapped food options and staff trained in safety protocols: I saw all of these things, and felt safe.
- Rooms sanitized between stays: Obviously impossible to tell, but the room felt clean.
- Cashless payment service, hand sanitizer, physical distancing of at least 1 meter, and professional-grade sanitizing services: They covered all the bases, but the distance was pretty hard to maintain at peak times.
Services and Conveniences: The Good, the Bad, and the "Why Though?"
- Concierge: Super helpful, helped me find a great local restaurant.
- Daily Housekeeping: My room was cleaned as if I'd never been there.
- Luggage Storage: Convenient and safe.
- Meeting/banquet facilities: Did not use.
- Gift/souvenir shop: Well, there were some things to buy there, but I didn’t.
- Elevator: Still gives me PTSD.
For the Kids: Family-Friendly, but with Caveats
- Babysitting Service: Didn't use it, but nice to know it's there.
- Family/child friendly, kids facilities, kids meal: There was a kids meal, and other kids facilities.
Getting Around: Navigating the City
- Airport Transfer: Very convenient.
- Car Park: Free! A huge win for me.
- Taxi service: readily available.
The Verdict: A Flawed but Ultimately Enjoyable Experience
The Grand Majestic Hotel isn’t perfect. The elevator is a menace, and the breakfast buffet is a gamble. But the staff were friendly, the Wi-Fi was blazing fast, the pool was dreamy, and the Asian restaurant was a revelation. The cleanliness and safety measures put my mind at ease, and the overall experience, despite its flaws, leaned towards positive.
Would I recommend it? Yeah, probably. Just mentally prepare yourself for the elevator. And maybe pack some extra tea bags.
Final Score: 7.5/10 (Could be higher if they finally fix the elevator)
(Disclaimer: My opinion is highly subjective, and your mileage may vary. I reserve the right to change my mind at any moment.)
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Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't your grandma's sterile itinerary. We're hitting the road… or, well, a slightly sticky, probably carpeted hallway of the Pear Tree Inn near that godforsaken airport in St. Louis. Here's the plan – or, at least, the fragile, hope-filled suggestion of a plan – for this little foray into the Midwest. Prepare for the beautiful mess that is me, travel edition.
Day 1: Arrival, Airport Fatigue, and the Quest for Pizza (and Sanity)
- 1:00 PM: Touchdown in St. Louis. Ugh. The plane ride was a symphony of coughing and a child's relentless rendition of "Baby Shark." My ears are still ringing. Seriously, I think I need professional help after that. Expectation: Smooth airport exit (yeah, right). Reality: Hoping my bag isn't in Siberia.
- Observation:* The St. Louis airport carpet… it’s… beige. Beige is a mood, huh? A mood of utter indifference, if you ask me. Maybe I'll come back later and draw a sad face in the dust.
- 1:45 PM: Shuttle to Pear Tree Inn. Praying the driver isn't named "Rusty" and hasn't skipped the last seven years of his life. My internal monologue's already screaming for a quiet room. Specifically on the far side of the hotel, away from the elevators.
- 2:30 PM: Checked in (hopefully seamlessly. I'll have to pretend I'm not utterly defeated). Unpack. Assess room's cleanliness. (Praying I don't find any… surprises.) Take a deep breath, and maybe shed a single, salty tear of exhaustion.
- 3:30 PM: The Pizza Quest Begins. St. Louis-style pizza, here I come! Supposedly, it's a thing. I need this to be a good thing. I'm already plotting my escape route from room service. Googling "best pizza near Pear Tree Inn, St. Louis, MO". Praying I find something that doesn't look like it was assembled by a lukewarm robot.
- Anecdote: One time, in Cleveland (don't ask), I tried searching for "authentic pierogies" near my hotel. Ended up at a biker bar with a karaoke night. The pierogies weren't authentic, and the only song I remember was "Bohemian Rhapsody," which, in retrospect, was fitting. I will not repeat that mistake.
- 5:00 PM: Pizza acquired (fingers crossed AND toes crossed!). Consume Pizza. Evaluate. If the pizza is awful, I shall embark on a second quest for acceptable food. If good, I will take a nap and consider my first day a minor victory.
- 7:00 PM: Possible stroll around the area if the pizza was adequate, or find a convenience store and buy snacks (that were not at the airport). Otherwise. Collapse on bed. Watch some mind-numbing TV (preferably something with minimal plot and maximum comfort). *Emotional state: * Content, maybe even bordering on slightly cheerful, if the pizza gods smiled upon me.*
Day 2: The Gateway Arch and My Own Personal Stairmaster
- 8:00 AM: Wake up. Curse the sun. Then, coffee. Coffee is the key. Trying to summon the energy to make myself look presentable enough to face the outside world.
- 9:00 AM: Uber (or, dare I say, walk if the weather's not actively trying to kill me) to the Gateway Arch National Park. Prepare to be amazed, or at least mildly intrigued, by the history. Hoping the lines aren’t longer than my patience.
- Quirky Observation: I'm expecting the Arch to be taller in person. I've seen pictures, of course, but sometimes, my brain conjures up grandeur that reality simply can't match. Like my last romantic relationship. It was… smaller than I remembered.
- 10:00 AM: The Ascent! Ride the elevator to the top of the Arch! Try not to panic in close quarters. Emotional expectation: Awe. Maybe even a profound sense of… something. Also, trying not to look down. I'm afraid of heights, especially when I'm trapped in a tiny pod with strangers.
- Anecdote: On a previous trip, I was forced to ride a glass elevator. I clutched my travel companion's arm so tightly I thought I'd broken a finger. This Arch might be similar.
- Messiness: I will also be documenting every moment with pictures. Hopefully, I'll at least have ONE that's "Insta-worthy."
- 11:00 AM: Descend (alive, hopefully). Walk around the park, soaking in the history. Maybe visit the museum. Trying not to feel like I'm walking through a history textbook.
- 1:00 PM: Have lunch. Preferably something I don't have to assemble myself. Local recommendations are welcome. I've had a long morning, and I'm starving!
- 2:30 PM: Afternoon adventure: City Museum? I hear this is a thing. A VERY weird thing. Sounds like pure chaos, in the best of ways. If I'm feeling brave, perhaps I'll brave it. Strong emotional reaction: Excitement! And a little bit of fear.
- 5:00 PM: If the City Museum didn't break me (mentally or physically), return to the hotel, shower, and collapse. If the City Museum did break me, I might just order room service and watch bad movies. Possibly both.
- 7:00 PM: Dinner. Again. Probably something easy and delicious. Repeat mantra: "This is a vacation. This is a vacation."
Day 3: Departure and the Aftermath
- 8:00 AM: Wake up. Pack. Assess the damage (both to my wallet and to my sanity). Start mentally preparing myself for returning to the real world.
- 9:00 AM: Check out. Hope I don't leave anything behind.
- Rambling/Imperfection: I am very prone to leaving things behind. Last time, I left an entire jar of peanut butter in a hotel mini-fridge. I still don't know how. Or why.
- 9:30 AM: Shuttle back to the airport. Reflect on life choices. Buy overpriced snacks. Avoid eye contact with anyone who might want to talk.
- 11:00 AM: Board plane. Say goodbye to St. Louis (and its beige carpets).
- 12:00 PM: Take off. Begin the long, arduous journey home. Relief washes over me. And exhaustion. Very, very, very much exhaustion.
- 1:00 PM: Home Sweet Home. Unpack. Do laundry. Reflect on the adventure. Start planning the next one, even if it's just to escape the monotony of everyday life, once again.
And that, my friends, is the plan. Subject to change. Likely to be full of unexpected detours, emotional meltdowns, and questionable food choices. But hey, that's travel, right? Wish me luck. I'm going to need it.
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So, what *is* this whole thing about, anyway? (Like, the *concept* of this FAQ, ya know?)
Alright, alright, settle down. Basically, this is a Frequently Asked Questions page, but instead of corporate jargon and perfectly polished answers, you're getting *me*. Think of it as a therapy session, a rant, and a helpful guide all rolled into one slightly caffeinated package. We're gonna talk about... well, whatever pops into my brain. Because who has time to be *organized* these days? Not me, that's for sure.
Okay, but like, seriously... What kind of stuff are we *actually* talking about?
Oh, you know… the usual. Life, the universe, and everything. Mostly the everything, if I'm being honest. Expect a healthy dose of personal anecdotes (some embarrassing, some vaguely heroic, all true... mostly), random observations about the absurdity of modern existence, and maybe, *just maybe*, some actual helpful information. I'm shooting from the hip here, folks. Pray for me.
Are you actually, like, *qualified* to answer anything?
Qualified? Honey, the only qualification I have is a profound ability to overthink things and a lifetime of making questionable choices. So, basically, I'm the perfect person to answer *anything*. But hey, don't take my word for it. Read on at your own peril! (Just kidding... mostly.)
Alright, alright, spill. What's your biggest screw-up, and what did you learn from it?
Oh lord, where do I even *begin*? Okay, this one time... I was, shall we say, *overly* enthusiastic about a baking competition. I thought I was the next Betty Crocker. I spent, like, a week perfecting this triple-layer chocolate cake with salted caramel filling. It was going to be *epic*.
The day of, I was a nervous wreck. I forgot to set a timer, burned the caramel to a crisp, and then, in a moment of sheer panic (and a slight lack of sleep), I accidentally *dumped the entire container of salt into the batter*. Yes, the *entire* container.
The judges... they politely spat out their bites. It was the saltiest, most horrifying thing I'd ever tasted. I wanted to just... disappear. I took the blame and I learned, that I now know my baking skill leaves something to be desired. But not only that, I also learned the invaluable lesson that even the biggest screw-ups are, in the end, just… funny. Eventually. (I’m laughing now, I swear!)
What's your biggest WIN (besides the aforementioned baking disaster)?
Hmm, biggest win? Hmm.. Well, recently, I finally, *finally* managed to assemble that ridiculously complicated piece of furniture I bought online. You know the kind. The one with a thousand tiny screws and instructions that look like they were written by aliens. I mean, I almost shed a tear of joy when the last drawer slid in smoothly. It was a victory of sheer, stubborn will. And a testament to the fact that I *can* follow instructions, eventually.
What do you *actually* like and dislike?
Okay, let's get this out of the way: I ADORE coffee. Like, a ridiculously unhealthy amount. Anything involving caffeine. I'm also a sucker for a good book, rainy days, and the feeling of accomplishment after finally cleaning my apartment (which happens about once a decade). And I LOVE a good, long travel, preferably to some place with a scenic mountain view.
What I can't stand? Rude people, Mondays (obviously), and when my favorite pen runs out of ink. I could probably live without the first two; the last one, though... pure agony. And don't even get me started on slow internet. The rage is real, folks. The *rage* is real.
You mentioned travel, what's your dream destination?
Oh, this is a fun one! Okay, so here's the thing - I've always, *always* wanted to go to Santorini, Greece. Think whitewashed buildings clinging to cliffs, sapphire waters, and sunsets that look like they were painted by God himself. Seriously, I've spent hours just *looking* at pictures online. The thought of actually *being there* makes my heart do a little flutter. I'm saving. I'm dreaming. I'm manifesting it, people. Santorini, here I come... eventually.
What are your biggest pet peeves?
Ugh, where do I begin? Clutter. *So much clutter*. I'm not a minimalist, but I despise the feeling of being suffocated by things. Also, people who chew with their mouths open. It's a sound that literally makes my skin crawl!
Passive-aggressive emails? Kill me now. And don't even get me started on those "motivational" posters with the cheesy stock photos. Seriously, they're everywhere. You know the type. *“Dream big!”* Ugh. I'd probably set my computer on fire.
What's the most important thing you've learned in life so far?
Okay, deep breath. Here it goes. The most important thing? Probably that life isn't about having all the answers, or always doing things "right." It's about embracing the mess, the screw-ups, the unexpected detours. It's about finding joy in the small things, laughing at yourself when you trip (literally and metaphorically), and remembering that, in the end, we're all just stumbling around, figuring things out as we go. So, cut yourself some slack. You were not born to be perfect. It's okay to cry. It is okay to be wrong. It is okay to be a weirdo. And, most importantly, it's okay to be YOU.
Any last words of wisdom? (Please, no clichés!)
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