Omaha's BEST Wyndham? West Dodge Hotel Review!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this review is gonna be less "polished brochure" and more "drunken confession at the end of a long and tiring day." Forget the perfect angles and sterile descriptions; we're diving headfirst into the glorious, messy reality of [Insert Hotel Name Here]!
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The Arrival & First Impressions: It's All About the Vibe…and the Elevator
So, first things first, accessibility. Okay, I'm not in a wheelchair myself (thank the travel gods!), but I always pay attention. The whole operation was wheelchair accessible - yay! Elevators? Check. Ramps? Check. Accessible rooms? I looked into it, and they do offer them. But that elevator… oh, that elevator. It's that awkward kind of elevator that stops for everyone, even if they’re just looking at it. Which, let's be honest, I was doing a lot of waiting around.
On-Site Accessible Restaurants/Lounges: At least there were multiple places to wait by with options to chill out in, even if they are crowded.
Internet: A Modern Necessity (That Sometimes Fails)
Alright, let's talk internet. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!, they promised. And, for the most part, it delivered. I mean, I did manage to upload a cat video or two, bless its digital paws. Internet access – wireless. There was even a LAN connection, so I could have even wired in if I needed to. However, the internet access – LAN wasn't working at one point, which wasn't ideal. I needed to work, and the Wi-Fi was, shall we say, temperamental. The Wi-Fi in public areas was solid, though, so at least I wasn’t completely cut off from civilization.
Rooms: Comfort and Quirks
My room? Spacious. Actually, surprisingly spacious. Air conditioning, absolutely. Free bottled water (hallelujah!). Alarm clock? Yep. Wake-up service? You betcha. Bathrobes to be worn! Blackout curtains were a godsend for those late-night/early-morning naps. Then there's the coffee/tea maker, a must-have for any self-respecting caffeine addict. The desk, and laptop workspace gave me a perfect place to work and chill, it's perfect. Slippers, slippers, gotta have ‘em.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax: Spa Day Dreams and Gym Nightmares
Okay, the spa. Oh, the spa. I'm a sucker for a good spa. They had everything: Body scrub. Check. Body wrap. Check. Foot bath to soothe those weary feet. And the sauna was…well, hot. Really, really hot. In a good way. The Pool with a view was pretty amazing and was a great spot. The steamroom was nice and misty.
Now, the fitness center gave me pause. It wasn’t bad, per se. Just…intimidating. All those gleaming machines and determined-looking people. I spent most of my time pretending to look like I knew what I was doing, then escaping to the pool. Gym/fitness: I tried a few exercises. Really.
Cleanliness and Safety: Did They Really Sanitize Everything?
Alright, let's get real. COVID. It’s still a thing. Did they take it seriously? Mostly, yes. Anti-viral cleaning products are a plus. Daily disinfection in common areas. Rooms sanitized between stays. Hand sanitizer stations were plentiful. Hygiene certification? I hope so. They had Safe dining setup, and individually-wrapped food options, which was a comfort. Physical distancing of at least 1 meter seemed to be attempted. They had Staff trained in safety protocol. Sterilizing equipment, I saw them. Room sanitization opt-out available. Shared stationery removed. Honestly, I felt reasonably safe but not perfect.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: A Culinary Adventure (Kind Of)
Let's face it; hotel food is often… a gamble. The restaurants were multiple. They offered A la carte in restaurant, as well as Breakfast [buffet], Buffet in restaurant. The Asian cuisine in restaurant was a nice touch. Coffee/tea in restaurant was essential. The Poolside bar was a perfect location. The Room service [24-hour] was a lifesaver at 3 AM. I'm not kidding; I may have ordered an entire pizza. Don't judge me! Salad in restaurant was great.
Services and Conveniences: A Mixed Bag
Concierge service? Fantastic. Helpful and efficient. Daily housekeeping? Always a nice touch. Dry cleaning? They had it. Elevator? Well, we talked about that. They had a convenience store, which was handy for late-night snack attacks. Doorman service? Yes! Luggage storage? Sure. Car park [free of charge], no complaints there. Taxi service? Easy to find. Meeting/banquet facilities.
For the Kids: Because Someone Has To Keep Them Entertained
Okay, I don't have kids, but I saw a few families. Babysitting service? They had it. Family/child friendly? Definitely. Kids facilities? Seemed adequate. Kids meal? Probably, given the other options.
Getting Around: Easy Breezy (Mostly)
Airport transfer? Check. Car park [on-site]? Yup, and free! Taxi service? Easy to find.
Accessibility: A Deeper Dive
I mentioned the accessible rooms. I poked around a bit, and they seemed well-equipped with grab bars, lower sinks, etc. But here's a confession: I didn't stay in one. So, I can't give you a firsthand account, but my impression was that they had put some thought into it. Facilities for disabled guests were there, I saw them. But maybe do your homework, and call ahead to confirm the exact features.
The "Oh, Crap" Moments (Because It's Not All Roses)
Okay, time for the imperfections. The smoke alarm? A bit too sensitive. It may or may not have gone off during a particularly enthusiastic shower. Also the lighting in the hallway was a little dim, the hallway lights seem to have turned off after I passed them.
The Verdict:
Would I recommend the [Hotel Name]? Honestly? Yeah, probably. It's got its quirks, its flaws, and that darn elevator. But overall, it's a solid choice. If you're looking for a comfortable stay with plenty of amenities, good accessibility, and a spa that’s worth the price, then book it! Just, you know, bring your own earplugs and maybe an extra bottle of water. And if you see me at the pool, feel free to join me. Just try not to splash. Or take all the towels. Okay, you decide.
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Okay, buckle up, buttercups. This isn't your grandma's perfectly-manicured travel itinerary. This is… me in Wyndham Omaha/West Dodge, Nebraska. And let's be honest, it's probably gonna be a glorious, slightly chaotic mess.
Wyndham Omaha/West Dodge: A Mostly Honest Itinerary
Day 1: Arrival and the Eternal Quest for Decent Coffee
- 1:00 PM: Arrive at Eppley Airfield (OMA). Ugh, airports. Always a thrill. The good news? That sweet, sweet Nebraska air will be a welcome change from… wherever I'm coming from. The bad news? I have a hunch the rental car situation is gonna be a comedy of errors. Prepare for a meltdown at the Hertz counter. (I'm already preemptively judging the guy who says, "You need the extended insurance, ma'am." I need coffee, sir. That's what I need.)
- 2:00 PM: The Wyndham. Okay, let's hope the room doesn't smell too strongly of chlorine and desperation. First priority: AC and Wi-Fi. Second priority: the urgent search for coffee. Google Maps says there's a Starbucks nearby. Pray for a short line. (I'm not a coffee snob, I just need the caffeine to survive the next 48 hours. And maybe a pastry. Don't judge me.)
- 3:00 PM: Failure on all fronts. Starbucks was out of my usual and was crawling with teenagers on their phones while I waited an additional 20 minutes. Decided to go back to Wyndham and get settled, and decide the next steps.
- 4:00 PM: I'm thinking dinner at a local steakhouse. Recommendations welcome! I’m picturing a juicy steak, a baked potato, and some serious people-watching.
- 7:00 PM: Dinner at "Block 16." Good reviews, but I'm skeptical. I'm used to better steaks, but you take them as they come. I'll be honest, the steak was pretty good, but what was even better was the quirky decor and the fact that the server actually seemed to enjoy their job. That's a win in my book.
- 9:00 PM: Back to the hotel. Collapse on the bed. Flipping through channels. Hoping for something mindlessly entertaining. Hoping further that I can actually sleep. Travel fatigue is the real villain of most trips.
Day 2: Exploring (and Possibly Overeating)
- 8:00 AM: Breakfast at the Wyndham. This is the make-or-break moment, folks. If the continental breakfast is sad, it's an early coffee run. Praying for passable scrambled eggs and not-completely-stale bagels.
- 9:00 AM: Okay, so the scrambled eggs… were not great. But the coffee was surprisingly good. We'll call it a win. Now, the actual exploring begins. First stop: the Old Market. I'm picturing cobblestone streets, maybe a bit of a tourist trap, but hopefully, a little bit of charm.
- 10:00 AM: The Old Market. Damn, it's actually pretty charming! Wandering the streets, popping into quirky shops. Spotted a vintage record shop that I need to visit later. Already plotting to spend way too much money. The old brick buildings and the scent of freshly baked bread are kind of making me love this place.
- 12:00 PM: Lunch at "Upstream Brewing Company." I'm a sucker for good locally brewed beer, not to mention the menu looks excellent.
- 1:30 PM: I can't help myself. More exploring! I'm drawn to the Durham Museum - a museum within a beautifully restored train station. I love the architecture of older buildings.
- 4:00 PM: Trying to figure out what to do in the afternoon. A nap is very tempting, but I should be exploring. Deciding between the Henry Doorly Zoo and Aquarium or exploring the museums.
- 6:00 PM: Choosing the zoo. This place is enormous! The animals are fabulous. I spent so much time there. I'm exhausted.
- 8:00 PM: Dinner at "Cascio's Steakhouse." More steak. Yes, I'm predictable. But hey, when in Omaha, am I right?
Day 3: Unexpected Detours and the Sad Farewell
- 9:00 AM: Breakfast. (Hoping for better eggs this time.) (They weren't.)
- 10:00 AM: "Strategic" packing. I'm amazing at this.
- 11:00 AM: Gotta hit up that record shop I saw in the Old Market. Crossing my fingers they have some hidden gems. And praying I don't go bankrupt.
- 12:00 PM: Okay. This is it. Head to the airport for the long trip back home.
- 1:00 PM: Return the rental car.
- 2:00 PM: Security. God, I hate it.
- 3:00 PM: Boarding the plane.
- 4:00 PM: Takeoff.
This whole trip was messy. Exhausting. But you know what? It was real. And that's what matters. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need some serious sleep. And maybe another cup of coffee.
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Wait, what *is* this even about? Like, the *point* of the thing?
Okay, look, I'm not sure there *is* a point. I mean, this is supposed to be a Frequently Asked Questions page, but half the time, I'm just asking myself the questions, you know? Probably *you* have some questions you want answered. So, let's focus on answering those. We'll be covering stuff. Maybe. It depends on the coffee.
So…what's with the obsession with *coffee*?
Okay, FINE. You caught me. Coffee is basically my spirit animal. It's the thing that gets me out of bed in the morning. The thing that makes me not hate the world (as much). The companion that listens without judgment. Sometimes I even *talk* to it. Don't judge me! It's a deep, *deep* relationship. We're talking a daily ritual of grinding beans, the smell… ah, the SMELL… and the first, glorious sip. If I don't have coffee, I'm pretty sure I'd be a grumpy, hibernating bear. Or worse. Let's just not test that theory.
What's with the whole "messy" thing? Is that on purpose?
God, yes. This is the opposite of the perfectly manicured web. I'm aiming for real, okay? Life is messy! Feelings are messy! My desk is…let's not go there. But the point is, I'm not pretending to have all the answers. I'm just here, navigating the chaos alongside you, with a slightly manic glint in my eye and a desperate need for another cup of coffee. Frankly, I believe in authenticity. Nobody wants to read some pre-packaged, polished bullshit. We want the real, the raw, the slightly unhinged.
Okay, so what ARE you *actually* good at? Besides coffee consumption?
Well, that's a trick question. The only actual thing I'm good at is the procrastination, which is to say that's how I'm getting through this. Okay, fine, I can type. I can write. Probably could do some other stuff if I weren't so busy staring at my screen. If I could be anything, I think I'd be good at sleeping. But that's a skill that requires quiet, a dark room, and no loud neighbors. I am always seeking those three things. Never finding them.
Have you ever, like, utterly failed at something? And if so, do you want to talk about it?
Oh, sweetie. WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN?
Okay, there was this one time… this was during the great pottery phase of '08. I thought I was Michelangelo. I’d seen *Ghost* – obviously – and I was utterly convinced I could coax beauty from a lump of clay. I envisioned myself as a crafting goddess! I signed up for this intensive pottery class. I spent hours throwing, molding, and swearing at the clay. I made a "masterpiece" that I was sure was a work of art.
It. Was. Horrendous.
Seriously, it looked like a lopsided, vaguely phallic… thing with a handle that promptly fell off after the first firing. I tried to convince myself it was "abstract." No one was buying. It ended up in the trash. I still have nightmares about it. And yes, I still judge anyone who is good at pottery. It's a deep wound, okay? A deep, ceramic wound.
What is the most important thing you've learned?
This is probably the most terrifying question of all. If I had to pick one thing (and why do I have to pick just ONE?), it's probably that it's okay to fail. It's okay to be messy. It's okay to not have all the answers. In fact, it's probably *more* than okay; it's essential! The journey is less about the perfect end product and more about the stumbling, the learning, the slightly humiliating moments that make up… well, everything! And also, learn to make a good cup of coffee. Seriously. It'll get you through.
What's the best advice you've ever received?
This is still a work in progress, to be honest. I'm always looking for advice, but mostly what I've gotten is a LOT of unsolicited opinions. My grandmother always said, "Don't let them see you sweat," which, okay, good advice. Except I sweat like a leaky faucet when I'm stressed. So, not sure I've mastered that one.
Then there was my therapist who, after I rambled for an hour about… well, everything… just looked at me and said, "Take a walk outside." And you know what? She was right! Sometimes the simplest solutions are the best. And sometimes you just need fresh air and a moment to… well, not overthink things. I still fight it though.
Do you have any regrets?
Oh, honey, the list is longer than my grocery shopping list. Mostly, I regret not taking more chances. That pottery thing? Should have just embraced the mess! But you know, you live and you (mostly) learn. I suppose the biggest regret is not having mastered the art of telepathy.
Imagine, knowing exactly what everyone else is thinking. Would be both terrifying and incredibly useful.
What's next?
Another cup of coffee, probably. Then who knows? Probably more messy adventures, more questionable decisions, and definitely more coffee. Maybe a moment of profound clarity. Probably not. But hey, it's a journey! And if you're reading this, you're along for the ride. So buckle up! And pass the coffee.
