So what can I say about the Holiday Inn Burbank-Media Center in Burbank, California? It is basically a "cookie-cutter" Holiday Inn. Nothing stands out, but nothing really to complain about either. It's too bad I wasn't upgraded, though. I'd like to see the Executive Towers.
There's a Hostage Negotiators Conference in this hotel. I'd be willing to bet all the bad guys in California are somewhere else.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Buck Owens would be proud
The only thing I knew about Bakersfield, California was that it was Buck Owens hometown. I stayed two nights at the brand new Bakersfield North Holiday Inn.
It was a beautiful drive through the mountains to Bakersfield. Good thing I went when I did, because I heard on the news that about an hour after I arrived a chemical truck crashed and leaked out noxious fumes. It closed down the entire highway for three hours. That would've been unpleasant I think.
Pleased that I wasn't stuck on the closed highway, I made my way to a steak restaurant a block or so away from the hotel. It turned out to be crowded so the hostess said I could be seated immediately if I wanted to sit in the bar, and that the same menu was available. As it turns out, it was happy-hour and all the appetizers were half-priced along with the drinks. OK. That worked for me.
Everything in the hotel was great, and the "newness' of the hotel was refreshing. The delightful young man at the front desk was text-booked trained and went out of his way to make sure I had everything I needed. I really liked the updated look and style of the lobby as well as the entire hotel.
The room was great and had a wonderful king-sized pillow top bed. They had actually correctly labeled the softness level of the pillows. The room even had that "new" and very fresh smell.
I had breakfast in the restaurant. It was excellent. The chef even came out to check and see if I was pleased. Each booth had a remote-controlled flat screen TV mounted on the wall. I noticed that diners all over the restaurant were channel surfing, keeping their channel preferences to themselves. It was nice not to have to listen to Kathy Lee Gifford sharing personal details about her life on a communal TV. I started off my morning with Spongebob. It would have been fun to hear the conversation of the elderly people at the table looking toward my booth.
It's probably not very often that they see a woman in a business suit laughing at Mr. Krab.
It was a beautiful drive through the mountains to Bakersfield. Good thing I went when I did, because I heard on the news that about an hour after I arrived a chemical truck crashed and leaked out noxious fumes. It closed down the entire highway for three hours. That would've been unpleasant I think.
Pleased that I wasn't stuck on the closed highway, I made my way to a steak restaurant a block or so away from the hotel. It turned out to be crowded so the hostess said I could be seated immediately if I wanted to sit in the bar, and that the same menu was available. As it turns out, it was happy-hour and all the appetizers were half-priced along with the drinks. OK. That worked for me.
Everything in the hotel was great, and the "newness' of the hotel was refreshing. The delightful young man at the front desk was text-booked trained and went out of his way to make sure I had everything I needed. I really liked the updated look and style of the lobby as well as the entire hotel.
The room was great and had a wonderful king-sized pillow top bed. They had actually correctly labeled the softness level of the pillows. The room even had that "new" and very fresh smell.
I had breakfast in the restaurant. It was excellent. The chef even came out to check and see if I was pleased. Each booth had a remote-controlled flat screen TV mounted on the wall. I noticed that diners all over the restaurant were channel surfing, keeping their channel preferences to themselves. It was nice not to have to listen to Kathy Lee Gifford sharing personal details about her life on a communal TV. I started off my morning with Spongebob. It would have been fun to hear the conversation of the elderly people at the table looking toward my booth.
It's probably not very often that they see a woman in a business suit laughing at Mr. Krab.
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