Unbelievable Williamsburg Stay! Historic Charm Awaits (Best Western Review)
Unbelievable Williamsburg Stay? More Like…Unpredictable Williamsburg (Best Western Review)
Okay, buckle up, buttercups! This isn't your glossy travel magazine review. This is the real deal, straight from a slightly-stressed-but-mostly-delighted traveler who just survived (and maybe thrived?) a stay at the "Unbelievable Williamsburg Stay! Historic Charm Awaits" – which, let's be honest, sounds a little too good to be true already. This Best Western in Williamsburg, according to the website, promises an experience. Let's see if it delivered… or just delivered something.
(Metadata Before We Dive In: Williamsburg Hotel Review, Best Western, Accessibility, Family-Friendly, Historic Charm, Amenities, Cleanliness, Price, Dining, Wi-Fi, Parking, Pool, Fitness Center, Virginia, Travel, Vacation)
First Impressions (and the Elevator Adventure):
"Historic charm," they say? Hmm. The exterior did have a certain, let's call it, "well-worn" vibe. Not necessarily historic, but definitely lived-in. Check-in was… efficient. Not warm, but efficient. The lobby was clean enough, albeit with the slightly stale air you always find in hotels that have been through some stuff.
Now, about that elevator… It felt like it had seen more history than the building itself. It shuddered. It groaned. It made me question my life choices. The good news? It did have an elevator, which is a huge win for accessibility. Accessibility is a BIG deal, folks. I saw ramps leading to the front door and thought, “Alright, they're trying!” (Though I couldn’t personally test the facilities for disabled guests - I can only hope it's as good as it seems!)
Room Rumble: The Good, the Bad, and the Slightly-Askew:
My room? Well, let's start with the good. Air conditioning? Check. Free Wi-Fi? Double-check - and surprisingly reliable! They weren't kidding about Wi-Fi in all rooms, thank goodness. I practically live online. Internet - and Internet [LAN] for the hardcore users – also appears to be a thing. Also, for the record – Free bottled water. Nice touch!
The bed was… comfortable enough. The linens, clean. The blackout curtains? Thank you, sweet angels! Seriously, anyone who's ever tried to sleep in a hotel room flooded with early-morning sun knows the struggle. Huge win.
Now for the… less good. The view? A brick wall. The room decor? Hmm, let's just say it evoked a sense of "classic motel chic." There was a slight… off-odor… maybe a hint of the past? The carpet felt like it had seen a war or two. The bathroom itself wasn’t gross but wasn't exactly sparkling either. The whole vibe wasn’t exactly Instagrammable, but I did have a private bathroom and was thrilled because in the hotel business you never know.
I did appreciate having a desk! Needed to do some work. Also, a mirror and a reading light… I actually read in bed, so that was another good touch. They also offered a wake-up service, but thankfully my phone alarm sufficed.
Cleanliness and Safety - The Sanitizing Tango:
Okay, this is where things get interesting in the post-pandemic world. The website mentioned Anti-viral cleaning products and Room sanitization between stays. I saw staff diligently working, and I did feel like they were taking cleanliness seriously. They had Hand sanitizer everywhere. Daily disinfection in common areas was also apparent. Good job - I felt like they were trying to keep things safe.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: The Foodie Finds (and Fails):
The "historic charm" didn't extend to the in-house restaurants, sadly. They had the usual suspects. A Coffee shop provided my morning joe and was a lifesaver. The Breakfast [buffet] was okay, but I’m not going to lie, I was starving… Breakfast service began early, so it was great. They had Coffee/tea in restaurant (good) and the typical Western breakfast (eh, it was there). I did find out that there’s an Asian restaurant nearby too, but didn’t get to eat there.
There was a Snack bar with the kind of things you grab when you’re deliriously hungry and just need something. I didn't try the Poolside bar, but I saw people hanging out there. They also offer Room service [24-hour] but I didn’t order any - so I couldn’t tell you what it's like and they also had a Bar, Bottle of water.
I saw a Vegetarian restaurant nearby. They had Restaurants nearby, so I was very happy. It's hard to get a bad meal in Williamsburg.
Things to Do, Ways to Relax (and the Quest for the View):
Okay, let's talk about the amenities. The website boasted a Swimming pool [outdoor]. It was open! But… it wasn’t exactly the most stunning pool I'd ever seen. It was clean, and there were people enjoying it, but it lacked a certain… je ne sais quoi. Still, it's a pool! And good for a swim.
There was, thankfully, a Fitness center - which I needed after that buffet. The website had a Gym/fitness and Spa too, so I was super happy.
Services and Conveniences: The Good, the Bad, and the Really Useful:
Concierge? Yep, they have one. Daily housekeeping was a definite plus. My room was always tidy when I got back, which is a small luxury I deeply appreciate. The elevator was functional, so I'm very grateful for the Elevator.
They offered Invoice provided – which is great for businesses. Cash withdrawal was a plus.
Getting Around: The Parking Predicament (and the Taxi Temptation):
Car park [free of charge]? Yes! Huge win! I was stressed about parking, this was a relief. Car park [on-site] also. They also offered Valet parking but I didn’t end up using it.
For the Kids (and the Babysitters):
While I didn’t travel with children, It looked like a Family/child friendly place from what I can see.
The Verdict: Unbelievable… ish.
So, would I call this stay "unbelievable"? Maybe not. But it certainly provided a base from which to explore Williamsburg. It had its quirks, and I wouldn't exactly call it luxurious. However, it was clean enough, the staff were friendly, the Wi-Fi was reliable, and the location was convenient. The parking was free, the elevator worked (mostly), and the blackout curtains saved my sanity.
The Highlights:
- Free Wi-Fi (a MUST)
- Blackout curtains!
- Free Parking
The Lowlights:
- The elevator’s existential crisis.
- The slightly… dated décor.
Bottom Line:
If you're looking for a perfectly polished, luxurious experience, this might not be it. But if you're looking for a clean, comfortable, and conveniently located place to rest your head while exploring Williamsburg – and you're okay with a little "historic charm" (and maybe a rusty elevator) – then this might just be the ticket. Just don't expect miracles. It's "unbelievable" in a… charming kind of way. And honestly, at the end of the day, it did the job.
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Okay, buckle up, buttercups. We’re doing Williamsburg, Best Western style. This ain't gonna be some glossy brochure, alright? This is real life Williamsburg with all its glorious, messy, beautiful imperfections. Let's go.
Day 1: Arrival & The Ghosts of Colonists (and My Hangry Self)
- Afternoon (3:00 PM - 4:00 PM): Arrive at Best Western Historic District. Okay, first impressions… it's clean. Really clean. Which is a HUGE win after the six-hour drive from [Insert starting location here – let's say Baltimore, for dramatic flair]. Seriously, my bladder and my patience were hanging by a thread. The lady at the front desk? Bless her heart, she looked like she'd seen a ghost (ironic, am I right?). She was super sweet, even when I probably looked like a rabid raccoon after wrestling with the GPS. The room… standard. But the AC works, and that, my friends, is all that matters.
- Afternoon (4:00 PM - 5:00 PM): The Stomach Speaks. Urgent need for food. Like, right now. Forget the historical significance, my belly is yelling, "FEED ME, SEYMOUR!" Found a little diner near the hotel. Nothing fancy, but the burger… chef’s kiss. It was exactly what I needed to calm the hangry beast within. Fueled up, now I could face… the colonial vibe.
- Evening (5:00 PM - 8:00 PM): Colonial Williamsburg - the "Must-See" Thing. Okay, off to Colonial Williamsburg. Let me tell you, it's A LOT. Like, a lot of people. And cobblestone streets that are practically begging to twist your ankle. I spent about an hour wandering around, trying to look impressed by the blacksmith demonstrations. I think I saw one guy practically asleep over the anvil. But the costumes are fantastic, I'll give them that. I found myself talking to a "colonist" who was… let's say, enthusiastic. He probably thought I was a time traveler, I kept asking him about Netflix. It was… an experience.
- Evening (8:00 PM - 9:00 PM): Dinner at Chowning's Tavern. Okay, this was a total tourist trap, I'm not going to lie. But the ambiance was kinda cool. The food… meh. But the ale? Pretty darn good. I made friends with a table of college students who'd clearly had enough history for one day. We traded travel woes and laughed until our stomachs hurt.
Day 2: The Great Outdoors & Unexplained Mysteries
- Morning (9:00 AM - 12:00 PM): Busch Gardens - Rides, Screams, and… Bird Poop. Went straight to Busch Gardens. The rides were… thrilling. I may or may not have screamed like a small child on the Griffon. But the best part? The atmosphere. The park's themed sections really commit to their theme. The park is a bit on the pricey side (you know, the price of fun) and then there was a lot of walking, but overall, 10/10 would recommend.
- Afternoon (12:00 PM - 1:00 PM): Quick lunch at Busch Gardens. Food was… okay. Way overpriced, of course, but hey, you pay for convenience.
- Afternoon (1:00 PM - 4:00 PM): Jamestown Settlement and Yorktown Battlefield? Or Nah? So, I was supposed to go to Jamestown Settlement and Yorktown Battlefield, right? Well, my brain short-circuited somewhere between the rollercoasters and the heat, and the idea of more history just… didn't appeal. So, I did the unthinkable and went back to the hotel to take a nap. Zero regrets.
- Evening (6:00 PM - 9:00 PM): Dinner and the Hotel's Mysterious Pool. I found a little Italian place. Pasta was carb-tastic and perfect. I saw a ghost and went to swim in the hotel's pool. It was suspiciously empty. Now, the pool… small, but clean. But there was this weird feeling… like something else was in there with me. A chill. A presence. Okay, maybe I just needed some caffeine. I may or may not have convinced myself I saw a ghostly figure in the deep end.
Day 3: The Final Day and The Unexpected Charm
- Morning (9:00 AM - 12:00 PM): The Governor's Palace & Real Life. Forced myself to finish off some of the colonial stuff. The Governor's Palace was actually pretty cool. The details! The opulence! (I also found myself contemplating life as a colonist. It’s more difficult than you think!) You know, sometimes you have to shake yourself out of your cynical shell.
- Afternoon (12:00 PM - 1:00 PM): Lunch. Grabbed a quick bite at a local deli. Suddenly I started seeing the real Williamsburg. The old buildings, the quirky shops, the friendly locals.
- Afternoon (1:00 PM - 3:00 PM): Shopping and Finding Unexpected Treasures. I found a vintage bookstore. The smell of old books is pure heaven, and I got absolutely lost for an hour. Found a first edition of something. The feeling. It's addictive.
- Afternoon (3:00 PM - 4:00 PM): Packing and Goodbye. Okay, time to pack up, load the car, and head out.
- Afternoon (4:00 PM): Leaving Williamsburg. Okay, Williamsburg. You were a mixed bag, weren’t you? Tourist traps, overpriced food, and a slightly unsettling swimming pool. But also? A whole lot of charm, a connection to the past, and a reminder that even the most imperfect experiences can be pretty darn good.
Notes:
- Pacing: I didn't try to cram everything in. I let myself get tired, distracted, and even a little bored. Because that’s real life.
- Emotions: I was brutally honest about my highs and lows. The frustration, the awe, the sheer silliness of it all.
- Structure: Messy! Just like my brain sometimes.
- Realism: Yes, I might have skipped things. Yes, I took naps. I'm human.
- Best Western: Fine. Perfectly acceptable.
So, go forth, and embrace the messiness of your own travel. And maybe stay away from the deep end of that pool… just in case.
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So, Unbelievable Williamsburg Stay… Was it *actually* unbelievable? Like, good 'unbelievable' or 'my-god-what-have-I-done' unbelievable?
Alright, let's get one thing straight: "Unbelievable" is a loaded word in the travel world. You see that word, you think "Oh, wow! Luxury! Exceptional service! The kind of place where they know your name, your favorite cocktail, and also, how to fold a perfect swan out of a towel!" This place? Definitely *not* a swan-folding kind of establishment. But... "unbelievable" in a different way? Possibly. More like "unbelievable-ly human." It had its quirks, let's just say that.
What did they mean by "Historic Charm"? Did they mean 'the-building-probably-predates-the-disco' kind of historic?
Ah, "Historic Charm." I snorted when I read that. It's like, were they being *intentionally* vague? Because “Historic Charm” could mean anything from a meticulously restored Colonial Inn to… well, a building that's seen a few Presidents and maybe a ghost or two (which, side note, might explain the flickering lights in my room). The "Historic Charm" was mostly in the *feeling* that the place had been around for a minute. The furniture looked like it had been rescued from a garage sale… but a garage sale where they were *proud* of the slightly-worn aesthetic. Let's just say the charm was… well-aged.
The room! Spill the tea. What was it *really* like?
Okay, the room. Here's where things get… interesting. My room was… a journey. Picture a room that had definitely seen better days, but somehow, in its own way, was still kind of… cozy? The bed was… well, it *was* a bed. Let’s leave it at that. My biggest issue? The bathroom. Oh, the bathroom. Now, I’m not going to go into gory details. Just… the water pressure was… aspirational. And the showerhead? It was like being delicately misted by a disgruntled houseplant. I swear, I emerged from that shower feeling cleaner on the inside, somehow… or maybe that was just the sheer frustration talking.
Tell me about the BREAKFAST. Because breakfast is KEY. Was it the free waffles of your dreams or a breakfast of nightmares?
Breakfast. Oh, the breakfast. I mean, it *was* free, so I can't completely complain, can I? Think of it as a sort of… buffet of existentialism. There were, of course, those self-serve waffle makers. And here's my confession: I am a sucker for self serve waffles. I see one, and I'm like "YES! Waffles! Bring on the maple syrup and the sugary existential dread!" I made my waffle, and I'm not sure if it was because the batter had been sitting in the machine all day, or because I'm just not a waffle artist, but it came out like a very pale, very sad, sad version of a waffle. And the sausage? Let's just say it had the texture of… rubbery history. The coffee, however, was surprisingly decent. So, you know, small victories.
Speaking of existential dread and the slow crushing weight of the universe, what about the location? Was it convenient, or did you feel like you were stranded in the middle of nowhere?
Location-wise, it was… fine. Not *amazing*, but not terrible. A short drive to the Colonial Williamsburg was, which was convenient (because, you know, the whole reason people are in Colonial Williamsburg is… well, Colonial Williamsburg). There were some restaurants nearby, but let’s be honest, you're not choosing this place for its vibrant nightlife. You're choosing this place for its… well… you’re choosing this place because it’s a Best Western in Williamsburg. It serves its purpose. I'm not saying it's the *dreamiest* location, more like a functional one.
What was the service like? Did they have friendly people at the front desk, or did they seem like they'd rather be anywhere else?
Okay, the staff. Here's where I'll give them some credit. Everyone at the front desk was… pleasant. Not overly bubbly, not exceptionally helpful, but definitely not rude. They were… there. They answered my questions. They handed me a key card. They gave me directions. They did their jobs. And frankly, sometimes that's enough. I've stayed in places where the staff seemed actively *hostile* to my presence, and that's way worse. The service wasn't necessarily "unbelievable" (sensing a theme here?), but it was… functional. They got the job done, which is more than I can say for the shower pressure.
Okay, real talk: Would you stay there again? Be honest!
Hmm. Would I stay there again? That's the million-dollar question, isn't it? Look, if I'm being brutally honest, probably. But not with the same enthusiastic abandon I bring to a new travel book. I wouldn't actively *seek it out* as my *first* choice. If I'm in Williamsburg again, and this place is the most affordable option, and the reviews haven't plummeted into the abyss? Then yeah, sure. I survived. I can survive again. It wasn't terrible. It was… an experience. And let's be real, sometimes those messy, imperfect experiences make for the best stories. So, maybe, just maybe, it was a little bit… unbelievable after all. In a way, I kind of… like it. (Shhh! Don't tell anyone.)
