Escape to Comfort: Houston Humble Airport's Best-Kept Secret!
Escape to Comfort: Houston Humble Airport's Best-Kept Secret? (A Review That's Got Opinions!)
Okay, buckle up, buttercups! I just got back from a stay at the Escape to Comfort near Houston Humble Airport, and, well, let's just say it was… an experience. This isn't some polished, corporate-speak review; this is a straight-up brain dump from someone who lived it. So, grab a coffee (or something stronger, no judgment!), and let’s dive in.
Accessibility: A Mixed Bag, Like My Mood Swings
Right off the bat, Accessibility is a big one. They say they have Facilities for disabled guests, which is promising. The website mentions it – always a good start! But the devil's in the details, right? I didn't personally need these facilities, but I did take a peek around (sneaky, I know!). The Elevator was a definite thumbs-up, a MUST in this type of place. But, honestly? It was a bit of a trek to get to some of the rooms from the elevator. I wonder if someone in a wheelchair would find it… well, exhausting. More clarity on the actual implementation of accessibility would be fantastic.
Arrival and First Impressions: Airport Vibe + Hotel Hiccups
The Airport Transfer was… let’s call it "efficient." It wasn't exactly a warm welcome. Okay, it was functional. The drive felt like it took forever (Houston traffic, am I right?). But hey, they got me there. No frills, which, after a long flight, I kind of appreciated.
Check-in/out [express] and the Contactless check-in/out options were definitely a plus. I'm all about efficiency. (I hate waiting!) The Front desk [24-hour] gives you a nice sense of security, knowing someone's always there to potentially troubleshoot. BUT – here's a little anecdote for you:
I arrived starving. It had been a miserable travel day (delayed flight, lost luggage… the works). I just wanted food. They said their 24-hour Room service was available. Great! I was in my room in what felt like forever. I ordered the burger: "Please come up fast!" No food. I called again, "Where is my food, it will appear!" (Yes, I was hangry). Eventually, after another call, I was eating. It was not great. But, the point is, I was eating! Later the food was OK. See? Imperfection. That is like life and it is what makes everything REAL!.
Rooms: Clean, But Does That Carpet Match Those Curtains?
My room? It was… fine. Air conditioning? Check. Free Wi-Fi? (In all rooms! Woohoo!) Check. Air conditioning … and a Desk for that important laptop – Check! Coffee/tea maker? Praise be! (Especially after that delayed burger.) Complimentary tea – excellent! However, the décor felt a bit… generic. Clean, yes. But also… lacking personality. It's like they went for "inoffensive beige" and just ran with it. The Bathroom was perfectly usable. Lots of Toiletries. It's functional. And Towels, plenty of them!
And what about the sleep? I needed serious sleep. The Blackout curtains are a life-saver. Soundproofing? Pretty good too. I did not hear airplanes or anything.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Burgers, Buffets, and the Pursuit of Happiness
Alright, let's talk food. They boast a handful of Restaurants. The one I tried had a Buffet, which, after a long day, felt like a gluttonous dream come true. And what is that? A Coffee shop! Ahhhh bliss, coffee. And more coffee! Plus, there were Desserts in the restaurant! (I may or may not have had three chocolate mousses. Don’t judge me.)
But back to the burger: The Breakfast [buffet] was, in all honesty, a buffet. It had the usual suspects: eggs, bacon, sad-looking pastries that probably had been in a warmer for a while. It satisfied the need.
They also brag about Happy hour! I did not get to experience this. That is a loss on my part.
Things to Do: Spa Dreams and Fitness Fails
Okay, here’s where things get interesting. Escape to Comfort bills itself as a place to, well, escape. They have a Spa! And a Gym/fitness! And… drumroll… a Swimming pool [outdoor]!
The Spa/sauna beckoned with promises of relaxation. Body scrub? Body wrap? Sign me up! I actually skipped the spa, because, alas, the travel woes had zapped me, but I did venture into the Fitness center. It was… well, let's just say it looked like someone had forgotten it existed for a few years. The equipment… was a bit dated. Still, I managed to get a workout in.
The Swimming pool looked appealing, but I never got to it!
However - for those that want a good time, Couple's room is right there. So, good going!
Cleanliness and Safety: Sanitizing, Sanitizing, Everywhere!
I noticed they were serious about Cleanliness and safety. They had Anti-viral cleaning products. Cashless payment service was a breeze. and Daily disinfection in common areas. The staff was clearly trained in safety protocol. So, it felt reassuring, which is essential these days.
Internet: Free Wi-Fi! (But Did It Work?)
Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Hooray! (I said that already, but it deserves repeating.) It worked… mostly. Sometimes it was a bit flaky. It's the internet. It is a wild beast.
Services and Conveniences: More Options Than You Can Shake a… Well, a Towel At!
They have a ton of Services and conveniences. Laundry service! Dry cleaning! Concierge! Luggage storage! The sheer volume is almost overwhelming. I appreciate it.
Final Verdict: Worth the Escape? (Maybe…)
So, would I recommend Escape to Comfort? It's complicated.
Pros:
- Clean and safe (very important these days!)
- Good Wi-Fi (mostly) and air conditioning.
- Handy airport location (convenient, even if the ride is less than scenic).
- Lots of perks and options.
- The potential for relaxing, with the spa and pool.
Cons:
- The décor could use a refresh.
- The food (particularly the burger and buffet) was not exactly Michelin-star quality.
- Room service not always fast.
- Accessibility could be more clearly defined.
Overall:
It's not perfect, but it's a solid choice if you need to be near the airport. It's a fine place. It has potential, and with a few tweaks, it could be a truly great place to actually escape. Just pack your own snacks, just in case.
Escape to Paradise: Duy Dang Hotel's Dalat Luxury Awaits!
Okay, buckle up buttercup, because this ain't your average travel itinerary. This is… my chaotic adventure at the Red Roof Inn & Suites Houston - Humble/IAH Airport. Prepare for a wild ride.
Pre-Trip Meltdown (aka "The Great Packing Debacle")
- T-Minus 2 Days: Panic sets in. Did I even book the right dates? Double-check. Triple-check. Breathe into a paper bag. Found the confirmation buried under a mountain of bills. Crisis averted… for now.
- T-Minus 1 Day: Packing. Oh, the joy. I'm convinced I could win a gold medal in overpacking. "Just in case" is my middle name. The suitcase barely closes. Pretty sure I'm bringing a tiny, ornamental shovel "for emergencies." Don't ask.
- Departure Day, 6:00 AM: Alarm screams. I scream back. Coffee is crucial. I'm running late, naturally. Triple check for my passport, wallet, and phone, find under the couch. The airport shuttle pickup arrives just as I slam the door. Already sweating. This is gonna be fun.
Day 1: Houston, We Have a Problem (with Breakfast)
- 10:00 AM: Arrive at IAH. The airport smells like stale coffee and… ambition? Okay, maybe not. Taxi to the Red Roof Inn – the ride is unremarkable, the driver is silent. Relief.
- 11:00 AM: Check-in. The front desk guy is… well, let's just say he doesn't exude warmth. He's more of a "business-transaction-only" kind of fellow. My room key works! Score.
- 11:30 AM - 1:00 PM: Unpacking/Room Assessment. The room…is… fine. Clean enough. The bed doesn't look suspiciously lumpy, which is a win. I immediately unpack everything, making the place feel a little less like a temporary holding cell and a little more like my temporary holding cell.
- 1:00 PM - 2:00 PM: Lunch Scavenger Hunt. Okay, so the hotel "breakfast" situation is, uh, minimalist. Think prepackaged muffins and instant oatmeal. No. Just no. I bravely venture out in search of actual sustenance. A nearby diner promises salvation. The greasy spoon experience is, shall we say, character-building. The coffee is strong and the service is… spirited. I order a burger, the waitress, who looks like she’s seen a few things, asks if I want fries, she's got some great banter, I can't help but laugh and tip her even though the burgers arrive and looks and tastes like a hockey puck.
- 2:00 PM - 5:00 PM: Exploring (Or, More Accurately, Getting Lost). I had grand plans of hitting a museum. But the heat hit me like a brick wall. Instead, I wander aimlessly around a shopping strip. There is a Target; the siren song of cheap bath bombs calls to me, and the rest of my day is spent at the motel pool.
- 6:00 PM - 7:00 PM: Dinner Regrets (and Revelations). The diner was a no-go for dinner. So, I order pizza. The delivery guy gets lost, and the pizza arrives lukewarm and… strangely sweet. As I eat it, I have a deep, profound realization: I'm terrible at making travel plans.
- 8:00 PM - 10:00 PM: Netflix and Chill (With a Side of Bed Bugs Anxiety). I binge-watch a true-crime documentary. My paranoia level skyrockets. Every itch feels like a bed bug attack. I'm probably going to spend the night barricaded under the covers like a terrified child.
Day 2: The IAH Shuffle and a Deep Dive into the Hotel Pool
- 7:00 AM: The Breakfast Disaster, Revisited. This time, I try the "continental breakfast" – a valiant effort at which I fail miserably.
- 8:00 AM - 9:00 AM: Airport Again (But This Time With A Purpose!). Okay, I need to pick up car rental to make my way to Galveston. First, shuttle to IAH (why all the shuttles are late, I’ll never know).
- 9:00 AM - 10:00 AM: The Car Rental Fiasco. It's always a fiasco. The lines are long, the paperwork is confusing, and the car is… not what I reserved. But hey, the tires are round, and it drives, so whatever. I will take it on my way.
- 10:00 AM - 12:00 PM: Galveston Bound! Finally, freedom! I blast the radio and embrace the open road.
- 12:00 PM - 4:00 PM: Pool Time! Okay, this is the only part of the day where I don’t mind being in the hotel. The sun is strong. Just me, some sunscreen, and a vaguely-chlorinated pool. I spend hours floating, thinking, and occasionally dodging rogue pool noodles. Absolute bliss. This is what all the travel-planning-induced stress was for.
- 4:00 PM - 6:00 PM: Trying to be Productive (Mostly Failing). I try to read a travel guide. I try to plan the rest of my trip. I end up staring at the ceiling. My brain is fried.
- 6:00 PM - 8:00 PM: Dinner and Existential Dread. McDonald’s drive-thru (again, the convenience). I eat in my room and contemplate the meaning of life, travel, and why I always seem to find myself in situations where I need travel.
- 9:00 PM - 10:00 PM: More Bed Bug Panic and Early to bed. I triple-check for bed bugs. Then I read a book. Then I eventually try to sleep.
Day 3: Departure and the Aftermath
- 7:00 AM: Another Breakfast Defeat. I bravely attempt oatmeal. It tastes like sadness.
- 8:00 AM: Check-out. The front desk guy is still not friendly. I hand in my key, feeling a mixture of relief and slight sadness.
- 9:00 AM: Shuttle to Airport. I feel like I’ve lived here for weeks.
- 10:00 AM: Flight Home. Safe travels, and good riddance to Houston!
Post-Trip Analysis (aka "The Emotional Fallout")
- Positives: The pool was excellent. I survived. I have stories.
- Negatives: The food wasn't great. My itinerary was a mess. My sleep was interrupted.
- Overall Feelings: Exhausted but energized. I wouldn't trade the trip for anything. Even the bed-bug anxiety. Maybe especially the bed-bug anxiety, because it made me laugh. And isn't that the point? To laugh? To come back and, in the words of every travel writer ever, say the same tired thing. "This trip was an adventure." And for me, it truly was. A messy, imperfect, hilarious, and fully human adventure. And for that, I'm grateful.
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Okay, Okay, Fine. So What *DOES* Actually Work, Then? (Besides Chocolate. Because Chocolate Doesn't Always Cut It.)
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