Sheraton Flowood: Luxury Escape Awaits in Mississippi!
Okay, strap in buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into the swirling vortex of the Sheraton Flowood: Luxury Escape Awaits in Mississippi! experience. This isn't your sterile travel blog; this is my experience, and let me tell you, it was a trip. Buckle up for some messy, honest, funny, and absolutely human observations.
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(Deep Breath. Here we go…)
Arrival & First Impressions: Not Quite "Luxury" – But Hey, It's Mississippi!
Alright, let's be real. The "Luxury Escape" tagline? A bit aspirational, shall we say? The exterior, with its slightly dated facade, didn't exactly scream "opulence." But hey, we’re in Flowood, Mississippi, not the French Riviera. And honestly? That’s part of the charm. It’s got that friendly Southern vibe.
Accessibility:
- Wheelchair accessible: They do have it. Ramps, elevators, the whole shebang. I didn't personally need it, but I checked it out. Seemed pretty good. Major props for at least trying.
- Facilities for disabled guests: This is where I noticed a few little things that could improve.
- Elevator: The elevator worked, so that's a plus.
- Bathroom: As the accessible bathroom was not booked, I was able to view it. It was quite large and easy to move around in.
Cleanliness and Safety: Sanitized, But Does It Feel Clean?
Okay, the COVID era has made cleanliness a thing. And the Sheraton Flowood tries.
- Anti-viral cleaning products: Check.
- Daily disinfection in common areas: Double-check.
- Rooms sanitized between stays: Triple-check.
- Hand sanitizer: Eeeeeverywhere.
But, and this is a big BUT, does it feel clean? Sometimes, not so much. Let's just say I had an experience with a rogue hair in the hallway (I don't know how long it had lived there). So, the intent is there, the execution felt… slightly less polished. I opted out of room clean up the first day after that.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: The Asian Breakfast!
This is where things got interesting. The Sheraton, bless their hearts, offers a diverse dining scene, and I was intrigued by the Asian breakfast.
Asian breakfast: I dove in headfirst. The food was…varied. Some hits: the miso soup (surprisingly good!) and the dumplings. Some misses: The sushi was a mess!
Breakfast [buffet]: Standard buffet, if I'm being honest. Omelets, waffles, the usual suspects.
Coffee/tea in restaurant: Decent coffee, a lifesaver in the morning.
Restaurants: The buffet restaurant was okay, but the menu seemed a bit of all the places I could be (maybe a bit discombobulated?)
Room service [24-hour]: Useful, if you're stuck in your room.
Poolside bar: The bar was fun, good people watching!
Snack bar: If you want a quick snack.
The Amenities: Pool, Spa, and the Quest for Relaxation…
Alright, let’s talk about the supposed “luxury escape” part: The spa and pool.
- Swimming pool [outdoor]: The outdoor pool was…okay. Not the most glamorous, but hey, it's Mississippi! And on a hot day, water is water.
- Spa: I treated myself to a massage. The massage itself was decent, but the ambiance was a little…sterile. Needs more candles! More incense! Some soul, people! That said…
- Sauna/Steamroom: The sauna was hot, steamy, and exactly what I needed. I could've stayed there all day getting rid of all the toxins.
Services and Conveniences: Hit or Miss
- Internet Access:
- Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Good! The WiFi in the room was reliable, which is A+.
- Internet [LAN]: I didn't check this.
- Wi-Fi in public areas: Also reliable.
- Business facilities: Standard stuff here, nothing to write home about.
- Daily housekeeping: The housekeeping staff was friendly, but I had to wave them away multiple days.
In-Room Experience: Comfortable, But…
- Air conditioning: Worked like a charm – essential in Mississippi.
- Bed: comfy bed.
- Blackout curtains: Perfect! Slept like a baby.
- Coffee/tea maker: A life-saver!
- Refrigerator: Held my essential drinks.
- TV: Enough channels to distract you. Standard stuff.
- Wi-Fi [free]: Worked well.
For the Kids & Family Stuff:
- Family/child friendly: Seemed like it.
- Babysitting service I did not need it, but I figured it was there.
Getting Around, Parking, etc.
- Car park [free of charge]: Yes! Free parking is always a win.
- Taxi service: Available.
My Overall Verdict: "Luxury Escape"…Debatable.
Here’s the truth: The Sheraton Flowood isn't a bad hotel. It's comfortable, clean enough, the staff is friendly, and they genuinely try. But does it live up to the luxury hype? Not quite. It's more like a solid, reliable, slightly-dated hotel with some good amenities and some missed opportunities.
Pros:
- Good location, lots of shopping and dining around
- Reliable Wi-Fi
- The sauna (it was a highlight!)
Cons:
- The “luxury” is a bit diluted.
- Some of the food could be better.
The Bottom Line: If you’re looking for a comfortable, convenient place to stay in Flowood, the Sheraton is a decent option. Just don’t go expecting the Ritz. And for the love of all that is holy, avoid the sushi and go for the miso soup! That being said, I would return.
Final Rating: 3.5 Stars (with potential for 4!)
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Okay, buckle up buttercup, because this isn't your grandma's itinerary. This is a Sheraton Flowood: The Refuge adventure, and it's going to be a glorious, rambling, probably-a-little-hungover mess. Buckle up, because here we go!
Sheraton Flowood: The Refuge - A Seriously Subjective Itinerary (aka My Brain on Mississippi)
Day 1: Arrival and a Battle with the Buffet
1:00 PM - Arrival & The Great Lobby Ambush: Okay, first impressions. The lobby is…fine. Kind of corporate chic, you know? Nice, but screams "conference." I swear, I saw a woman in a sensible pantsuit practically saluting the check-in desk. I, on the other hand, was battling the Mississippi humidity and my own internal monologue about whether to bring a suitcase full of snacks or brave the unknown of Mississippi cuisine. (Snacks won, by the way.) Getting the room key felt like a minor victory.
2:00 PM - Room Recon & the Mystery of the Mini-Fridge: Okay, room. Standard Sheraton. Bed looks comfy enough to disappear for a solid 12 hours. I immediately checked the mini-fridge. Empty! The horror! A mini-fridge-less existence in the South? This is a crisis! I will rectify this with a midnight raid on the vending machine. Seriously, what IS the deal with the prices on those?
3:00 PM - Buffet Combat! Lunch at the hotel's restaurant, a.k.a., the buffet. Now, I'm a buffet enthusiast. I view it as a competitive sport. My goal: to maximize value. The reality: usually a plate piled high with stuff I barely touch. The mashed potatoes were legit. The fried chicken was, well, it was fried chicken. Solid C+…but I was still full of hope! The rolls? Fluffy, perfect, and the only things I truly remember.
4:00 PM - Poolside Existential Dread: Found the pool. It's a nice pool, you know? Clean, inviting. But the sheer volume of people who can't control their screaming children made me retreat to a more solitary pursuit: staring into the middle distance. I feel a deep-seated and inexplicable need to read a book about the history of ice cream. Right here, right now.
7:00 PM - (Attempted) Exercise I thought I might hit the hotel gym - But then… I saw the treadmill with the view of the parking lot and decided that a brisk walk around the exterior was more appealing. (And hey, I saw someone's car was unlocked, don't judge.)
8:00 PM - Dinner & the Existential Dread Returns: Dinner at the same restaurant. I skipped the buffet. Opted for restraint! Which I immediately regretted when I saw the waitress carrying out another buffet. Steak was.. OK. I'm craving a big, juicy burger. I just need to find one, and soon!
9:00 PM - Vending Machine Victory & Room Service Dreams: I spent an embarrassing amount on the vending machine, but at least now I have sustenance. I really, really considered ordering room service, but my bank account (and my self-respect) said no. The end. Sleep.
Day 2: Exploring (Maybe?) and the Unexpected Chicken Wing Revelation
7:00 AM - The Morning After the Vending Machine (and the Dream of Pancakes): Yep, woke up feeling like a sugar monster. Pancakes are calling to me right now. Sadly, they're only at the buffet. Sigh.
9:00 AM - "Flowood Adventures"? Okay, time to leave the hotel. My 'plan' was to "explore Flowood." But after a quick Google search, it seems like Flowood is mostly…strip malls? I'm starting to think this entire trip is a metaphor for life.
11:00 AM - The Burgers! The Burgers!: I was determined to find a burger. I looked up options. Drove, ate burgers, it was glorious!
1:00 PM - Reclaiming the Pool (Mostly): Back at the pool. Fewer screaming children. This time I found a decent, shady lounge chair. I now have a book on ice cream. I'm starting to feel a little…zen.
4:00 PM - The Chicken Wing Revelation (and The Refuge's Potential!): Okay, listen up, because this is important. I almost didn't order them. Chicken wings at a hotel restaurant? Ehhh. But I was wrong. Terribly, gloriously wrong. These were amazing. They were perfect. I may have ordered a second plate. I am now considering moving to Flowood just for the chicken wings. No, seriously. One of the best meals of the year.
7:00 PM - Pre-Concert Shenanigans: I considered going to the concert the hotel was hosting. Then I remembered my complete lack of dancing ability and decided a hotel bed was more appealing.
9:00 PM - Bedtime Bliss (and Chicken Wing Dreams): Time to sleep. I will dream of chicken wings and the subtle joys of hotel life. What a perfect adventure!
Day 3: Departure and the lingering taste of Mississippi
8:00 AM - Buffet Redemption (Pancakes!): You know what? I did it. I went back for the pancakes, and they were PERFECT. Pure, fluffy, pancake glory. Worth the price of admission.
9:00 AM - Packing Chaos: I can't even.
10:00 AM - Check-Out & The Final, Sad Goodbye: Farewell, Flowood. Farewell, Sheraton: The Refuge. Farewell, chicken wings. You were good Mississippi.
11:00 AM - Final Thoughts and Rating: This trip? Imperfect, messy, and wonderful. The buffet was a mixed bag, the rooms were fine, the pool was a good way to zone out, and the hotel was nice. The staff was friendly. The chicken wings… the CHICKEN WINGS… I'm already planning my return. Rating: 4.5 out of 5 chicken wings (Would be 5, but the mini-fridge situation was a crime against humanity).
And there you have it. My not-so-serious, completely biased, and utterly human account of my time at the Sheraton Flowood: The Refuge. Would I recommend it? Yes, absolutely. And if you go, order the chicken wings. You won't regret it. And if you do see a woman in a sensible pantsuit, tell her I said hello.
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Stress. Oh, stress. It’s like that annoying neighbor who always shows up uninvited, usually when you're already covered in flour and trying to bake a cake. Look, I'm no guru, but here's my breakdown. First, I try to pretend it's not there. "La la la, I can't hear you, stress! I am perfectly fine!" Doesn't usually work. Like, at all. Then I, depending on the day and how bad things are, I binge-watch trashy reality TV. Don't judge! It's my escape. Or, if I actually have the energy (and, let's be real, that's a big IF), I go for a walk... or, you know, *attempt* a walk. My dog, bless her furry little heart, adds even MORE stress to the exercise, between the constant sniffing and the insane pulling, but hey, at least I'm *attempting* to feel better. And then, there's chocolate. Always chocolate. Or maybe, it's my friends. Either way, I have a lot of ways of coping, and I don't think there is anything wrong with those options. Because, well, survival!
What's your *worst* experience with... well, *everything*? Spill the tea!
Oh, God, where do I even *begin*? My life is like a greatest hits album of epic fails. Okay, fine, I'll give you one. There's this time I decided – and I still don't know what possessed me – that I wanted to be a baker. I mean, full-on, apron-wearing, sourdough-starter-caring baker. My apartment looked like a bomb exploded in a flour factory. I spent *days* researching, watching YouTube videos, meticulously measuring ingredients. Convinced I was on the cusp of greatness, I proudly pulled my first loaf of bread from the oven... Only for it to be a hockey puck. A literal, inedible hockey puck. Not only did it *not* rise, it was so dense you could have used it to defend yourself against a zombie apocalypse. I cried. I ate a pint of ice cream. I almost gave up on life entirely. The kicker? I'd invited *guests* to witness my culinary triumph. They were, shall we say, *kind*. And by kind, I mean they probably still have nightmares about my 'bread'. But, you know what? I learned something! I'm not a baker. And that's okay.
What about *positive* experiences? You can't be *all* doom and gloom, right?
Okay, okay, I concede. I'm not *always* a walking disaster. There are… moments. One of the best? Last summer, I decided, on a total whim, to go camping. I'm not naturally outdoorsy. More "indoor-sy," if we're being honest. Mosquitoes devour me. I have a pathological fear of spiders. But I went. And it was, at first, a disaster. The tent was a nightmare to set up. I nearly set the firewood (and the entire forest) on fire. I probably whined the ENTIRE first day. But then, the sun set. And OMG. The sky exploded with colors I didn’t even know existed. The air was crisp, and smelled like pine needles. I actually, against all odds, made a decent campfire. I sat there, with my friends, laughing, telling stories, and feeling… well, *good*. Really, genuinely good. For the first time in ages, I felt a sense of peace. It wasn’t perfect – I still woke up with a mosquito bite the size of my face – but it was, in a way, perfect. And I’ll never forget it. I can still picture that night. It sticks with me. That's a win. I'll take it.
What's your opinion on… well, you know… *life*? Deep, I know.
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