Escape to Detroit: Your Auburn Hills Oasis Awaits at Rodeway Inn!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into the swirling, confusing, and utterly human experience that is… the Rodeway Inn in Auburn Hills. "Escape to Detroit: Your Auburn Hills Oasis Awaits!" they say. Oasis? Let's find out, shall we? (And yes, I’m going to try and jam all those keywords in there… wish me luck, I’m gonna need it.)
First off, let’s be real. This isn’t the Ritz. But hey, sometimes you just need a place to lay your weary head, and if you're aiming for a budget-friendly stay near Detroit, the Rodeway Inn in Auburn Hills is definitely on the radar.
Accessibility & Cleanliness: The Real Test
Alright, let's address the elephant in the room: Cleanliness and Safety. This, in my book, is paramount, especially nowadays. Does the "Rodeway Inn Auburn Hills" do the job? The website brags about Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, and Rooms sanitized between stays. They also list Professional-grade sanitizing services and Sterilizing equipment. Okay, that sounds promising. And the Hand sanitizer stations? Essential. Good on them. I’m also a sucker for Individually-wrapped food options. You know… less communal germ-sharing opportunities. The Rodeway Inn Auburn Hills claims to implement Physical distancing of at least 1 meter, and let's be honest, who doesn't want that, especially when you're near a busy place like Detroit . Now, do I have scientific proof that every atom of this place is squeaky-clean? Nope. But the effort seems to be there, and in this crazy post-pandemic world, that counts for a lot.
As for Accessibility, the hotel lists Facilities for disabled guests which is excellent– hopefully, it's truly accessible and not just a checkbox item. They should be particularly aware of the Elevator situation and Wheelchair accessible areas.
Rooms and Amenities – The Good, The Bad, and the "Meh"
Let's get down to the nitty-gritty of the rooms themselves:
- Internet Access: Whee! I gotta have it. The Rodeway Inn touts Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! and even Internet access – LAN. I haven’t seen LAN internet in years, but I always welcome the option.
- Room Features: They list almost every feature you could expect, from Air conditioning to a Coffee/tea maker. Daily housekeeping is a MUST for me. I appreciate the presence of Blackout curtains (because sleep is sacred). They also offer Non-smoking rooms, thank the heavens.
- Getting Around: They mention Airport transfer, Car park [free of charge], and Car park [on-site]. Sweet!
- The Little Things: I'm a sucker for Free bottled water (hydration is key, people!), and a Refrigerator is always welcome. Hey, even an Ironing facility? Nice.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking
Alright, here's where it gets interesting. Rodeway Inn Auburn Hills brags that they have:
- Breakfast [buffet]. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, whether it is amazing or awful, which is a gamble at every motel.
- Room service [24-hour]. This is a definite plus.
- Restaurants. They list a few. The quality of food and service will probably dictate whether this category is good or not.
Things to Do (Or Not To Do?)
The Rodeway Inn has a more limited list of amenities. Fitness center. Swimming pool [outdoor]. That's it. The pool is probably the main reason for staying - and sometimes that's all you need!
The Pitch: Your Auburn Hills Getaway Awaits!
Okay, here’s the deal. Maybe you’re visiting family in Detroit and need a cheap, clean basecamp. Maybe you’re in town for a concert (or maybe a Tigers game!). Maybe you just need a break from reality.
Here’s the offer: Book your stay at the Rodeway Inn Auburn Hills today and experience a surprisingly comfortable stay near the heart of all the action!
Why choose the Rodeway Inn?
- Budget-Friendly: Let’s face it, the price is right.
- Location, Location, Location: Close to main attractions, offering you a starting point for your Michigan adventure.
- Cleanliness Commitment: They're trying to keep things sanitary, which is awesome.
- Amenities: Enough to keep you comfortable, including a swimming pool.
Click here to book your Auburn Hills adventure! Don’t overthink it. Sometimes, a basic, convenient stay is exactly what you need. The Rodeway Inn Auburn Hills might just surprise you.
Final Thoughts (Kind Of)
Look, the Rodeway Inn Auburn Hills isn't going to win any awards for luxury. But it appears to be a clean, convenient, and affordable option for those visiting the Detroit area. So, go in with realistic expectations. Pack a swimsuit for the pool. And most importantly? Be prepared to have an experience. Because travel, folks, is all about the experiences. And if you're lucky, the Rodeway Inn might just create a few memorable ones. (Remember, this is my honest opinion. Take it with a grain of salt and maybe a bottle of extra hand sanitizer.)
Ladakh's Karting Thrills: Conquer Leh's High-Altitude Track!
Alright, buckle up, buttercups! Because we're about to dive headfirst into… well, probably not glory, but definitely the Rodeway Inn in Auburn Hills, Michigan. Let's be honest, the name alone screams "adventure," doesn't it? (Said with heavy sarcasm, naturally.) Here goes… my messy, opinionated, and probably entirely relatable itinerary for a trip that starts and ends somewhere I fully expect to forget within a week.
Day 1: Arrival and… Existential Dread? (And Pizza. Always Pizza.)
- 1:00 PM: ARRIVE. Or, more accurately, struggle to find the entrance. Google Maps (that fickle mistress) insisted I was on a one-way street with absolutely no visible, usable entrances. Cue the first of many frustrated sighs. Finally, after circling the tiny, desolate hotel, I found it. The Rodeway Inn sign was… well, it was a sign. Let's just say it wasn't sparkling. Checking in was painless, surprisingly. The guy behind the counter looked like he'd seen some things, and I, honestly, probably looked the same.
- 1:30 PM: Room Revelation. Okay, the room… let's call it "functional." The carpet may or may not have been vacuumed recently (jury's still out), the air conditioning sounded like a dying walrus, and the view? Wall. Beautiful, inspiring… wall. The kind of wall that makes you question all your life choices. But hey, it had a bed. And it's not like I expected a honeymoon suite. Or even a slightly-above-average suite. I took a deep breath, and tried to ignore the musty smell.
- 2:00 PM: The Hunger Games: Auburn Hills Edition. My stomach growled like a rabid wolf. Pizza was the only answer. And I needed it NOW. Found a place online called “Jet’s pizza”. The pizza was good. I mean, really good. Almost… transcendant? Okay maybe not, but It was definitely an improvement to the hotel room.
- 4:00 PM: Wallowing in existential ennui (and regret). After a solid pizza session, I collapsed on the bed, trying to distract myself. Honestly, I did the usual: read some news (that was a mistake), flicked through channels (that was also a mistake), and finally found a true gem of TV show to kill the time.
Day 2: The "Things to Do" Saga (and the Power of a Good Coffee)
- 8:00 AM: The Wake-Up Call from Hell (AKA the Alarm). I'm not a morning person. More like a "cursed to exist while the sun is up" person. The alarm blared, screeching a tune that sounded suspiciously like a flock of tortured seagulls. Coffee. Needed coffee. DESPERATELY.
- 8:30 AM: Breakfast (or lack thereof). The included continental breakfast consisted of suspiciously pre-packaged pastries, instant coffee that tasted like disappointment, and a single, lonely apple. I bravely choked down a pastry (it’s basically just a sugar carrier, right?), and went on my way.
- 9:00 AM: Attempt #1: The Chrysler Museum. The Chrysler Museum… it sounded cool. A chance to appreciate the automotive history, maybe learn something… Yeah, right. I got there, and it was CLOSED. Apparently, I didn't check the hours. Fail.
- 11:00 AM: Attempt #2: The Auburn Hills Shopping District. I found the shopping district. The parking was terrible. The stores were… well, they were stores. I roamed around, underwhelmed. I saw a couple of things. I felt nothing. I wanted to take a nap.
- 1:00 PM: Lunch and a Breakthrough. I was too hungry to care and took a deep breath. I found a decent little diner tucked away. The waitress was super friendly, the burger was great, and the coffee? Actually good coffee. A moment of pure, unadulterated joy! I chatted her up, asked her if there was anything to do around there. She gave me a few suggestion, which I took down.
- 3:00 PM: The Great Escape (Back to the Hotel). I'd had my fill of "adventure." I retired to the hotel room, to read, to stare at the wall, to bask in the glory of… well, not much really.
- 5:00 PM: Dinner & Reflection. Okay, the diner waitress was right, this time I found a cute little Italian restaurant, for a late dinner. I ate. I drank. I contemplated the meaning of it all. Did I just take a trip to reflect my life? How tragic.
Day 3: Departure and… Existential Triumph? (Maybe.)
- 8:00 AM: The Seagull Alarm Returns (Again!). The same torturous song. The same feeling of dread. Coffee. Need. Coffee.
- 8:30 AM: Same breakfast. Same disappointment. Honestly, I think the apple was a different apple. The highlight of my morning.
- 9:00 AM: Check Out and… Freedom!. The front desk guy looked even more world-weary than yesterday. We exchanged a brief, unspoken camaraderie. Then, I was out. I was free! Free to… go home.
- 9:30 AM: Reflections on the Journey (and the Future of My Feet). I did not find my purpose. I did not become enlightened. But, I survived. I ate some pizza. I saw a wall. And hey, I didn't get bed bugs. So, all in all… success? Until next time, Rodeway Inn of Auburn Hills. You were… an experience. And I'm pretty sure I'll need therapy to recover.
Okay, so Rodeway Inn... Auburn Hills. Is this a "murder mystery" waiting to happen kind of place? Be honest.
Alright, let's be real. The phrase "Rodeway Inn" doesn't exactly scream "luxury getaway," does it? I've stayed in places that looked like a set piece for a horror film. But, to be honest, *this* Rodeway Inn? It wasn't *that* bad. More like... well, let me paint you a picture. Picture a place that's seen some things. Like, maybe it remembers the glory days of the Pontiac Silverdome. (Remember the Silverdome? I’m showing my age, aren’t I? Ugh…) It *is* a bit… worn. The carpet probably has stories to tell. But I survived. And for the price? Honestly, you could do worse.
Seriously, though. The basics: What's the deal with the rooms? Are they… clean? And do they have, like, a working TV? This is vital information.
Okay, cleaning. This is where things get… interesting. Look, it's not a five-star resort. Let's just say I wasn't about to eat off the floor. But my room? It was *passable*. Beds were made, the sheets looked (mostly) clean, and the bathroom didn't make me want to run screaming. The TV? Ah, the TV. This is a crucial part of the experience, folks. For me, it was a lifeline of cable TV. Thankfully, the TV did work! Though the remote had a mind of its own (kept changing the channel on its own) but hey, it’s part of character, right? There was a mini-fridge, which I didn't trust. So I used it for leftovers I wanted to trash later. Again, this is "budget friendly" not "boutique."
Breakfast? Is there such a thing? And if so, what constitutes "breakfast" at a Rodeway Inn? Is it just the lingering scent of stale coffee and regret?
Breakfast… the moment of truth. The moment that could make or break your entire experience. And, yes, there *was* breakfast. The lingering scent of stale coffee was undeniably present, I'll give you that. But there was also …a waffle maker. A *waffle maker*! A glorious, sputtering, slightly-burnt-waffle-making machine. It’s like they know what kind of breakfast could change the world and they had it there! Waffles (even slightly burnt ones) are a gift from the gods. Plus, the usual suspects: cereal, some sad looking muffins, and pre-packaged danishes. Coffee, of course, the aforementioned stale brew. But the waffles. *The waffles.* They pulled me through. They whispered sweet nothings of temporary joy. All in all, a reasonable breakfast, considering the price. Okay, maybe more than reasonable.
Okay, so let's talk location. "Escape to Detroit." Is Detroit even close? And is Auburn Hills... safe? I'm picturing a lot of abandoned factories and… well, let's just say I've seen *Dexter*.
Alright, location, location, location! Yes, technically, you *can* escape to Detroit from Auburn Hills. It's like... a bit of a drive. Not *right* next door, but doable. Auburn Hills itself? Okay, I didn’t feel super threatened during my stay, but I'm also not the type to wander around alone at 3 AM. It's not exactly the Ritz-Carlton neighborhood, let's put it that way. There are some big, shiny corporate headquarters around, which gives it a slightly suburban feel. It’s more “standard suburban” than “abandoned factory” but do your own research. Just use your common sense, and you should be fine. I didn't have any particular issues, but my usual spidey senses were definitely tingling the entire time. (It's a curse.)
The "Oasis" bit in the title. Are there any… actual oases? Like, a pool? A hot tub? Or just… hopes and dreams?
"Oasis." Ah, the marketing department's poetic license. There *is* a pool. It *looks* like a pool. I didn't go in it. Let's just leave it at that. I saw people in it. I saw people get out of it. I didn't see anyone glow with a newfound sense of refreshment, but maybe I missed it. There’s also a gym, which I also didn't use. I'm not a gym person. My oasis involves a bed and probably a good book and an entire pizza. So, yes, technically an oasis, but manage your expectations. Consider it an oasis of… budget accommodation. You're getting what you pay for. And that's perfectly fine. It's perfect for a quick, solo trip, or a weekend away from the kids. I recommend it. Mostly.
Parking? Do I need to worry about my car being eaten by a rogue robot or something?
Parking: Simple. Easy. There’s a big, open lot. I parked right outside my window. No rogue robots spotted, though I did keep an eye out. No need to pay extra. No scary people lurking in the shadows. You should be good. Though I will say, always lock your doors. Always. You never know.
What about nearby attractions? Is it close enough to *anything* interesting, or am I stuck staring at the slightly-stained carpet the whole time? Give me hope!
Okay, this is where things get a little better! Auburn Hills *is* near stuff. There's the Great Lakes Crossing Outlets (giant shopping mall). If you're into that sort of thing. Oakland University is nearby, so there are usually people and the area has... a vibe. You're also a relatively short drive from Detroit attractions like the Detroit Zoo or the Henry Ford Museum (both of which are amazing!). So you’re not completely isolated, even though I felt like I was on a private island. It’s a decent starting point for exploring the area, depending on what you want to see and do. I found a tiny pizza place nearby that was a *godsend*. Pizza is life. Seriously, look for the pizza place. It might save your sanity. It saved mine.
Would you stay there again? Be honest. Would you risk it? (Assuming you're still alive to answer this.)
Okay, the million-dollar question. Would I stay at this Rodeway Inn again? Alright, here's the *real* answer: It depends. If I needed a cheap, no-frills place to crash for a night or two and wasn't expecting the Four Seasons? Yeah, probably. Would I take my family? Hmm… maybe not. It’s a perfectly acceptable place to sleep in, it's not aHotel Blog Guru
