Canton, NC Getaway: Unbeatable Deals at America's Best Value Inn!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into a hotel review experience so real, it might just spill your virtual coffee. I'm talking about a review that's less perfectly polished and more… me. Let's see what we got, and hope I can keep it together.
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Alright, so I just got back from… let's call it "The Grand Majestic" (because frankly, I want to keep some mystery here, alright?). And let me tell you, the whole experience was a rollercoaster. Buckle up, because I'm about to break it down, good, bad, and gloriously messy.
Accessibility – The Good, the Bad, and the Questionable.
Okay, let's start with the stuff that matters. Accessibility is a huge deal for me, mostly because I realized how many places aren't accessible when I tried to book a room for my Aunt Mildred (bless her heart, she rolls in a wheelchair). So, The Grand Majestic claimed to be pretty on top of things. Wheelchair accessibility was mostly accurate. The lobby? Smooth sailing. The elevators? Spacious enough, though sometimes a little slow, which led to a few moments of awkward elevator small talk with my fellow guests. (One guy in particular, who really wanted to discuss his cryptocurrency investments. Shudder).
But! There's always a "but," right? The on-site restaurants were… a mixed bag. One, a fancypants place with linen tablecloths, was absolutely perfect. Wide aisles, low tables. But another, a more casual bistro, had a step to get in. Like, seriously? In this day and age? I mean, come on! Thankfully, there’s an elevator to all floors, so good on them for that.
Internet Access – My Digital Lifeline.
Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Oh, yes. This is a biggie. I cannot live without the Internet. I’m addicted. I'm ashamed, but true. The free Wi-Fi was generally good, except for that one day when it decided to take a vacation of its own. Suddenly, I was back in the dark ages, staring at my screen, the digital void staring back at me. The Internet [LAN] thing? Honestly, I didn't even bother. Who needs a LAN cable in 2024? The Wi-Fi in public areas was fine, usually. I can't complain.
"Things to Do" (AKA My Attempt at Relaxation, Which Usually Fails Hilariously)
Okay, so ways to relax are important, right? My intention was to be a zen master. I wanted the Body scrub, the Body wrap, the whole shebang. Did I actually do any of it? Nope!
But, let's talk about the swimming pool. Pool with a view – yes, please. It was stunning, honestly. But…crowded. All the influencers taking photos of themselves. The spa was amazing. The Sauna was good. The Steamroom was a little… steamy, but in a good way. I had a massage. Oh, the massage. I booked a massage that claimed to be therapeutic. I'm a terrible person; I fell asleep, which makes me feel bad. Did I mention the fitness center? I had the INTENTION of using the Gym/fitness center. I looked. It was very impressive. But I didn't actually do anything. Instead, I made a beeline for the poolside bar. Priorities.
Cleanliness and Safety – Did I Survive the Pandemic? (Probably)
Cleanliness and safety seemed to be taken pretty seriously. They’re trying! I mean, they had all the appropriate precautions. Anti-viral cleaning products were probably used. They had hand sanitizer stations everywhere, which I appreciated. The staff wore masks and all that jazz. I really, really wanted to trust the Daily disinfection in common areas. I didn’t see any of it, though.
They had a first aid kit. Thank goodness. And, the staff were trained in safety protocol. I did see it, mostly, but I didn’t want to test it. Individually-wrapped food options were everywhere. I do appreciate that, even if I was tempted to unwrap everything and see how it tasted (I didn’t)
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking – Where the Good Times (and the Regrets) Began.
Alright, food. This is where things get interesting. Let's begin with the Breakfast [buffet]. Oh, the breakfast buffet. I love a good buffet. They had everything! Asian breakfast, Western breakfast, the works. I saw that they had a Vegetarian restaurant as well. I didn’t go there, but I thought about it. I started by taking a little of everything. My plate looked like a kid had done the decorating. The pastries? Divine! The coffee? Strong, which is essential considering my addiction.
The restaurants were okay. The Poolside bar was perfect. Happy hour was dangerous. I had far too many cocktails, which is why I do not remember most of the day. The Room service [24-hour] was a godsend at 3 AM. I have to say the pizza was pretty terrible. The coffee was okay, but it wasn’t quite the same. I did have to eat in my room, because I was being unsociable. I had a salad in the restaurant that was amazing!
I had a wonderful experience at the Coffee Shop, and I had a delightful dessert in the Desserts in restaurant. I did not get around to the Snack bar or the Soup in restaurant. I'm sure it was nice.
Services and Conveniences – The Little Things That Matter (Sometimes)
They had all the usual suspects. A concierge who was helpful. Daily housekeeping (my room was always impeccably clean, even after I made a mess of the place). The elevator I mentioned before. Laundry service was a lifesaver. And a gift/souvenir shop where I spent way too much money on a frankly ridiculous beach towel.
For the Kids – (I Don’t Have Any, But I Saw Some!)
They seemed pretty kid-friendly. I saw a babysitting service advertised, which is good. I saw some kids facilities, but I don’t have any kids to comment on those.
Access – Reaching the Hotel and Beyond
Airport transfer was seamless. No complaints. The car park [free of charge] was great, though I did have to circle a few times to find a spot. They also had taxi service, but I am too old to use that.
Available in All Rooms – The Comforts of Home (and More)
Okay, the rooms themselves. They're pretty standard, but clean. Air conditioning? Essential. The hair dryer was a lifesaver (bad hair days be gone!). Free bottled water was a nice touch. I had an in-room safe box, but never used it. Wi-Fi [free] was reliable. Smoke detector was there. Alarm clock worked just fine.
I also had a closet, a desk, a bed. I had a standard bathroom, with a shower. The window that opens was a nice touch.
My Overall Verdict (The Messy Truth)
So, would I recommend The Grand Majestic? Hmm… it depends. If you're looking for a perfectly flawless experience, maybe not. There were imperfections, a step here, a slow elevator there. The Internet glitches that were a little irksome. But if you want a place with a good level of accessibility, nice amenities (even if you don't use them all), and a genuinely trying staff, then yeah, give it a shot. It was a mixed bag, a bit chaotic, but ultimately a memorable stay. I'd give it a solid 7 out of 10. And, honestly, for me, that’s pretty good. Now, I need a nap.
Escape to Paradise: Your Dream Phi Phi Twin Palms Bungalow Awaits!
Okay, buckle up buttercup, because we're about to embark on a whirlwind tour of… Canton, North Carolina. Yep, that's the spot. And trust me, it's gonna be quite the experience. I mean, who doesn't dream of a vacation in North Carolina, right? Specifically, Canton?
Arrival & The Existential Dread of Budget Hotels (Day 1)
1:00 PM: Arrive at Americas Best Value Inn, Canton, NC. Okay, first impressions: the website photos definitely used a filter. Let's just say the lobby doesn't exactly scream "luxury." It smells faintly of industrial cleaner and… something else I can't quite place. Is that… old carpet and hope?
1:15 PM: Check-in. The woman behind the counter, bless her heart, looks like she's seen things. I'm talking the kind of things that make you question all your life choices. I attempt a friendly "How's your day going?" and get a weary, "It's a Tuesday." Fair enough.
1:45 PM: The room. Okay, okay. It's… clean-ish. The bedspread looks like it hasn't been changed since the Clinton administration. The TV is a relic from the Jurassic period. And the air conditioner sounds like a dying walrus. I'm already sensing a theme here. Low expectations, embrace the funk, right?
- Anecdote Alert: I swear I saw a single, lonely ant marching across the bathroom counter. I debated whether to squish it or set it free. Decided it probably had a better life than me at that moment. Let it live.
2:00 PM: Brief wander around the immediate area. The "nearby" restaurants the hotel brochure mentions mostly look like they're either closed for good or serving food you wouldn't trust a rat to eat. Feeling a bit…disheartened is an understatement. Maybe I should've just stayed home.
2:30 PM: Desperate for caffeine and human contact, I venture out to find a coffee shop. The one on the map is closed, and the gas station coffee…well, let's just say it's a gamble I wasn't ready to take. Back to the room, looking for the silver lining. It's somewhere in that air conditioner's noise.
3:00 PM - 5:00 PM: The "relaxing" part of the trip. AKA staring at the ceiling and wondering why I decided a road trip was a good idea. Honestly, the walls are thin enough I can hear the guy in the next room aggressively chewing gum. Or is it popcorn? I shudder to think. Try to squeeze a couple of hours of work emails in but the WiFi speed is slower than a snail in molasses. Consider switching off the AC but the heat is stifling.
5:30 PM: Okay, time to eat. The motel has a vending machine with pretzels and some weird-looking granola bars. I go with the pretzels.
6:00 PM - 9:00 PM: Discover a local diner called "The Greasy Spoon" (not the real name, but close enough). Amazing burgers (grease is the word). I feel a glimmer of hope. The waitress, a woman named Betty with flaming red hair and a smile that could melt glaciers, tells me about the "historic" paper mill in town and the yearly BBQ festival. She also fills me in on the local gossip. Apparently, the mayor is dating the hairdresser. Small-town charm, I guess. I could get used to this.
9:00 PM: Back to the room. The walrus is still suffering. Watch some late-night television. Discover a true gem: a local access show about goat farming. Truly mind-blowing. Sleep is elusive, not just because of the A/C, but because I'm now convinced I need to own a goat.
Day 2: Canton's Charms (and Quirks)
8:00 AM: Wake up to the sounds of… well, not much. The walrus seems to have chilled out overnight. I get dressed. Breakfast: the remaining granola bar.
9:00 AM: Head out to explore downtown Canton. The historic paper mill (yes, the one Betty mentioned) is huge. It’s like a metal cathedral dedicated to paper production. Can't help but feeling it's the heart of the town, even if it’s a slightly industrial heart.
10:30 AM: Wander around a few shops. Found a little antique store. Someone has to want something from amongst the treasures. I find a tarnished silver spoon. It has seen a time. I ponder buying it even though I have absolutely no need for a spoon, but it seems to represent enduring. I bought it.
Anecdote Alert: I stumble across a "local artist" gallery. Let’s just say the art is… unique. One painting depicts a squirrel playing poker. Another features a garden gnome wearing a tiny cowboy hat. It's both hilarious and slightly terrifying. Is this the real Canton? Am I dreaming? (Probably.)
12:00 PM: Lunch at a different diner, this time with a proper name. It's called "Mama's Kitchen," and, as you might guess, it's like eating at your (slightly eccentric) grandma's house. Comfort food at its finest. I have a plate of beans and cornbread and feel a little better about the world.
1:30 PM - 3:30 PM: Drive. Just drive. Get out of the immediate orbit of Americas Best Value Inn Canton and try to find someplace interesting, and maybe even beautiful. The Blue Ridge Parkway isn't that far… But it's also far. And I'm lazy. It's the problem with road trips, they're all just driving, aren't they?
3:30 PM - 5:00 PM: Back at the hotel, wondering if I can handle another night. Contemplate burning the bedspread out of spite. Resist.
5:00 PM - 6:00 PM: Decide to go get ice cream. Find the ice cream shop. It is in a strip mall. It makes the best ice cream I have ever had. I have a double scoop. Life turns around instantly. Everything is better.
6:00 PM - 8:00 PM: Dinner at The Greasy Spoon again. Betty is there. She asks about my day. We laugh. I feel like a local for the first time.
8:00 PM - 10:00 PM: Watch more of the goat farming show. Decide Canton is weird, but in a good way. Sleep, again, is fitful but not completely horrible. The walrus is still there, but less loud.
Day 3: Leaving (Maybe Sad, Maybe Glad, Mostly Glad)
- 8:00 AM: Wake up. The sun actually peeks through the curtains. Today could be the day. I'm actually a little… sad to leave? Maybe. Or maybe I'm just delirious from lack of sleep and cheap coffee.
- 9:00 AM: One last greasy spoon breakfast. Betty gives me a goodbye hug. I promise to come back for the BBQ festival.
- 10:00 AM: Check out of the hotel. I'm both relieved and a little bit wistful.
- 10:15 AM: Vow never to stay in a budget motel again. Seriously, though.
- 11:00 AM: Start the long drive home. Contemplate buying a goat of my own.
- 12:00 PM: Driving. Driving. Driving.
- 1:00 PM See a great big sign that says "Goats!" and I stop at a small petting-zoo-style place. I pet a goat. It eats the fabric off my jacket. I do not buy a goat.
- 4:00 PM: Arrive home. Throw away the tarnished silver spoon. Maybe.
- 4:30 PM - forever: Reflect on the bizarre, beautiful, and strangely endearing experience that was Canton, North Carolina. Maybe the place, or the experience, wasn't perfect, but it was real. And, honestly? Sometimes, that’s all that matters.
So, like, what *is* this FAQ about, exactly? Is it about... anything?
Honestly? I'm not entirely sure. You might think it's about "things I'm supposed to be answering". But I'm pretty sure it's more about me, trying to figure out what I'm doing. We're all just Winging it, right? This is a journey, not a destination, and the journey is full of questionable snacks and moments of intense self-doubt. It's about the questions *you* might have, and my attempts to answer them. Sometimes successfully. Often not. Prepare for a rollercoaster of thought. Seriously.
Okay, okay, fine. But *specifically*, what kind of questions are you answering? Something, ANYTHING?
Ugh, pressure, right? I guess it *could* be about anything. But if I had to narrow it down, maybe... things I've struggled with. My brain is a chaotic library, and I'm afraid the librarians will eventually kick me out. From relationships (yikes) to career woes (double yikes) and even, occasionally, the profound meaninglessness of life (quadruple Yikes). I've got opinions, and I'm not afraid to use them. Mostly, I'm afraid... but I use them anyway.
For example, I spent a good chunk of my twenties convinced that I was going to be a professional *something*. A rockstar? A brain surgeon? I even considered competitive thumb wrestling. Turns out, I'm mediocre at pretty much everything. Except, perhaps, overthinking. So, in that spirit, expect a healthy dose of overthinking.
Are you qualified to answer *anything*? What are *your* credentials?
Credentials? Honey, if having lived a life qualifies you, then I'm over-qualified. My resume includes multiple broken hearts, questionable financial decisions, and a near-constant state of mild existential crisis. I hold a Bachelor's degree in English, which – frankly – has prepared me for absolutely nothing. NOTHING. Except maybe writing things like this.
Look, consider me more of a friend who's seen some stuff, done some dumb things, and is maybe, just maybe, learning from it. (Emphasis on "maybe.") I'm not a guru, an expert, or even particularly put-together.
What happens if I disagree with your answers?
Well, first, congratulations on having your own opinion! I love that. Honestly. Second... that's the whole point! My answers are just starting points for a conversation. Feel free to scream into the void, email me, or, you know, just roll your eyes and move on. My feelings won’t be hurt, even if your opinion *is* more correct than mine. Which it probably will be, at least sometimes. I'm not always right; far from it. I'm winging it, remember?
But, seriously, why are you doing this? What's the goal?
Ugh, big questions. My therapist would have a field day with this one, probably. I guess I want to connect. To share. To maybe help *someone* feel less alone in the chaos. And, let's be honest, to procrastinate on actual responsibilities. But mostly, I want to learn. From you, from myself, from this whole messy, unpredictable journey.
There was this one time...okay, I have to tell you. I once spent three hours trying to assemble a simple Ikea bookshelf. Three hours! I cried, I swore, I almost threw the darn thing out the window. But in the end, I did it. It's wobbly, sure, and the instructions were in Swedish, but I *did* it. This FAQ is like that bookshelf. A little shaky, a little imperfect, but, hopefully, still standing.
Will you update this frequently? I need fresh, hot knowledge!
"Frequently" is a strong word. Look, I'm a busy bee. I'm constantly working on my own self-destruction routine. Do you think I have time for consistent updates? Probably not. But, I'll try! Please nag at me. Literally, poke me until I update. Demand things of me. The pressure will keep me going, just like that bookshelf! It'll be a haphazard rhythm of inspiration, self-doubt, and then... silence. But hopefully, when something does pop up, it'll be worth the wait. Maybe. No promises.
Is this even legal? Are you trying to get me into some kind of trap?
Probably. I have no idea. I mean, I'm assuming it's legal. I'm not trying to get you into a trap, unless you consider the trap of self-reflection a bad thing. Consider yourself fully warned: reading these responses is likely to make you think. And thinking, as we know, can lead to questionable decisions, like deciding you need a second cat, or finally calling your crazy aunt.
Why are you choosing this chaotic structure? What's the point ?
God, I wish I knew the answer. There isn't a grand plan. It's more organic. It's closer to how the inside of my brain feels on a daily basis. It's messy, it wanders, it has some points that are kinda brilliant, and it's mostly just...human. I'm letting the questions and the answers flow where they may, like a river of consciousness with too many tributaries. That's the point. Or, you know, *a* point.
I once tried to organize my sock drawer (another disaster). I had dividers, the Marie Kondo method, the whole shebang. Didn't work. Because socks are fundamentally chaotic. So here we are, with this FAQ. It's a sock drawer, in a way.
What does any of this *mean*?
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