Windsor's BEST Kept Secret: Ye Olde Walkerville B&B (Luxury Awaits!)
Ye Olde Walkerville B&B: Windsor's "Secret" That's Trying VERY Hard to Keep Itself a Secret (My Honest Take)
(Disclaimer: This review is based on my chaotic and often hilarious stay. Your mileage may vary. Also, apologies in advance, I’m still unpacking the emotional baggage from THAT spa experience.)
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Okay, now that that's out of the way, let's dive in!
First Impressions & Accessibility (or, the "Is This Place Actually Hidden?" Question):
Finding Ye Olde Walkerville B&B felt like stumbling onto a secret society. It’s tucked away, which contributes to the whole "hidden gem" vibe. The building itself is gorgeous; all Victorian charm, gingerbread trim, and a promise of old-world elegance.
Accessibility: They say they have facilities for disabled guests. I didn't deeply investigate the wheel-chair accessibility and related features, but I saw an elevator which is always a good starting point and the front desk seemed very helpful with information.
Check-in/out (more like, “checking out my sanity!”): The check-in/out process was relatively smooth, thanks to the (thankfully!) 24-hour front desk and they do offer a contactless check-in which made things a bit easier.
Rooms (My Kingdom for Blackout Curtains!):
Now, about the rooms… I splurged (or maybe I just misread the price? Who can remember!) and snagged a room with a bathtub (yes!). Available in all rooms like this is a pretty general category, and it’s true: you have a coffee maker, a safe box (I’m terrible at remembering the code, and I'm still trying to find the darned thing!). Air conditioning? Check. Free Wi-Fi (a lifesaver, honestly, especially for someone like me who loses their brain cells in new environments)? Also check.
The decor? Well, let's just say "victorian charm" can translate to "slightly overwhelming" in the 21st century. There were a lot of patterned wallpaper, and antique furnishings. The bed? Heavenly. Extra long bed is a lie: they were long enough, but it wasn’t quite "king-sized bliss." AND THE BLACKOUT CURTAINS… bless those things. They were a godsend for my sleep cycle that’s best described as “sporadic and dramatic.”
Cleanliness & Safety (or, "Is It Covid-Safe or Just Kinda Clean?"):
They were doing something to keep things clean. They’re providing hand sanitizer in the usual places. And rooms were sanitized between stays. I saw staff in masks, and they seemed to be following protocols. I saw individually wrapped food options at breakfast, and I thought it was really safe! And it seemed like they took the whole thing seriously. That said, it’s hard to know how thoroughly they're sanitizing, right? I like to think it’s professional-grade.
Dining, Drinking & Snacking (or, "Where's the Steak, and Does Wine Count as a Veggie?"):
Breakfast was a mixed bag. They advertise a breakfast buffet, but due to Covid-19, it seemed a bit more… controlled. They have breakfast services with a few options with Asian breakfasts and western breakfasts. The coffee shop in the lobby was good. Room service was a godsend for those days I didn’t want to face the world. And a poolside bar… yes, please!
Things to Do, Ways to Relax (Brace Yourselves, It's Spa Time…):
Okay. Deep breaths. The spa. This is where things got…interesting.
They have it all: Massage, Body scrub, Body wrap, Sauna, Steam room, Spa, Pool with a view. Sounds heavenly, right? WRONG.
The initial massage was so-so. The therapist, bless her heart, seemed a bit… unsure. The facilities were clean. I think. But the whole experience felt a bit rushed. The steam room was… steamy. But the pool with a view! Wow! Absolutely breathtaking.
For the Kids (Because Someone Always Brings Them):
I don’t have kids, so I didn’t delve into the kids' stuff but from what I could observe, it seemed family-friendly.
Services & Conveniences (Or, "That Elevator Saved My Life."):
The elevator was a godsend. The front desk staff were generally helpful. They offer laundry service. There's an on-site event venue of some kind… I saw stuff going on, but I didn’t get close. Free parking! Thank goodness!
Getting Around (Uber or Bust!):
They offer airport transfer, taxi service, and valet parking. But honestly, I largely used Uber. It was just easier.
The Verdict (Or, "Would I Go Back? Probably…with Lowered Expectations.")
Ye Olde Walkerville B&B is a mixed bag. It has potential. It has charm. It has a spa that may or may not induce an existential crisis. It's definitely not perfect, and some of the "luxury" claims are a stretch. But it's also unique. It's a place with character. And despite the occasional misstep, I did ultimately enjoy my stay.
Would I go back? Maybe. But next time, I'm skipping the spa and stocking up on snacks. And maybe, just maybe, I'll figure out the safe box code before I leave.
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Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because we’re about to get delightfully lost in a whirlwind tour of Ye Olde Walkerville Bed & Breakfast in Windsor, Ontario. Forget those airbrushed travel brochures, this is the real, slightly chaotic, and wonderfully imperfect meanderings of a tired traveler. Prepare for a week of historical charm, unexpected delights, and the occasional existential crisis brought on by too much tea.
Day 1: Arrival & Fumbling Foreplay with History (Good Lord Please Don't Let Me Mess This Up)
- 1:00 PM: Arrive. Oh, good heavens, I’m here. After a harrowing drive involving a near-miss with a rogue tire and a desperate plea to Google Maps, I’ve actually made it. The B&B looks… exactly like the pictures, which is both thrilling and terrifying. The porch swing? Check. The overgrown roses? Check. The unsettling gaze of a gargoyle perched on the roof? Also, check. I'm feeling a touch intimidated.
- 1:15 PM: Check-in. Met Margaret, the owner. She's delightful, but I'm pretty sure she secretly knows the history of every single spoon in the house. The registration is filled with questions. It's a bit embarrassing that I have no idea what I do for a living anymore. She hands me a key shaped like a tiny wrought-iron heart. "Welcome home, dearie!" she chirps, and I'm already plotting my escape route. I hope the room doesn't look too much like a museum.
- 1:45 PM: My room. Oh, sweet merciful heavens, it’s… charming. Like, properly, impossibly charming. Think four-poster bed draped in what I hope is real lace (it looks incredibly fragile), a fainting couch, and wallpaper that may or may not predate the invention of color. Is it dusty? Maybe a little. Do I feel like I've stepped back in time? Absolutely. My heart is soaring, my allergies are slightly flaring, and I'm pretty sure I need to be careful not to break anything.
- 2:30 PM: Afternoon Tea. Margaret insists on a pot of tea, scones, and clotted cream. I haven’t had a scone in… well, let’s just say it’s been a while. They're perfect. I'm starting to believe I could get accustomed to this whole "refined living" thing. The tea is a blend of something floral and slightly mysterious; I could drink it all day. Feeling this giddy makes me suspicious of Margaret.
- 3:30 PM: Tour of the B&B. Margaret regales me with tales of the house's history – ghosts, scandals, and the time a visiting celebrity supposedly lost a diamond earring. I'm hanging on every word, even though I’m fairly certain I'm hallucinating from the sugar rush. I'm a bit of a history nerd, but I also felt like I was in a horror movie. Is the basement haunted? She winked. The suspense is killing me.
- 4:30 PM: Freshen up, de-clutter, and unpack my bag. Everything looks so out of place; I'm getting the distinct feeling that I don't belong here. I don't think I'll ever get used to this.
- 6:00 PM: Evening Exploration. Walkerville is a charming district. I take a walk, not knowing where to go… Just following the streets… The sky is grey, and it might rain. My inner monologue makes me want to turn around, but I continue.
- 7:30 PM: Dinner at The Willistead Restaurant. The food is good, but I'm still buzzing from the afternoon tea. Can't quite finish everything on my plate. It's a reminder that I don't eat like I used to.
- 9:00 PM: Retreat to my room. The bed is calling my name. Try and resist… But I can't. Bedtime.
Day 2: The Windsor Hum & the Pursuit of the Perfect Breakfast (I'm Starting To Think Margaret Might Be an Angel)
- 7:00 AM: Woke up to the faintest of hums. A sonic boom? A poltergeist? Turns out, it's the infamous "Windsor Hum." Apparently, it's the sound of the city, or at least a mysterious low-frequency vibration that keeps some people up at night. I tried to focus, but I couldn't find the source.
- 7:30 AM: Breakfast. Margaret. It was a feast. Homemade pancakes, fruit, bacon, eggs… Everything was delicious. She's got some kind of magic in her kitchen. I also learned that her husband can't stand the humming. I can't stop eating!
- 8:30 AM: Walkerville Exploration. I take a peek at the historic buildings. I'm getting to know my way around.
- 10:00 AM: Visit the Canadian Club Brand Centre. It should be a fun, historical building. I'm already planning my escape. The place is huge.
- 12:00 PM: Lunch. A small cafe. Nothing special. I'm still processing the Canadian Club place.
- 1:00 PM: Walk around the area. Trying to clear my head. The B&B is the best part so far.
- 3:00 PM: Another nap. I'm not sure what's happening to me.
- 5:00 PM: Getting ready for the evening.
- 7:00 PM: Dinner. A different restaurant. Better than before!
- 9:00 PM: Reading.
Day 3: The Great Canadian Outdoors (And My Unrealistic Expectations)
- 8:00 AM: Breakfast with Margaret. I'm getting attached to her.
- 9:00 AM: I'm off for a day in Point Pelee National Park. The sun's shining!
- 10:00 AM: Point Pelee National Park: This is gonna be amazing, right? It isn't. I'm tired, and the trails are crowded. The wind is picking up, and all I can smell is seaweed. I was excited about seeing the southernmost point of Canada, but I can't find it! I don't even know where to start.
- 12:00 PM: Lunch. I eat a sandwich. I'm not a fan of packed lunches.
- 3:00 PM: The southernmost point! I find it finally! I take a picture. I have a feeling I should have come with someone.
- 5:00 PM: The birds! I'm seeing birds. I'm not a bird person, but this is cute.
- 7:00 PM: Dinner in a place I don't like.
- 9:00 PM: Back to the B&B. I have a feeling I might not make it out of here with my sanity.
Day 4: The Double Down (Or, How I Lost My Mind Over… Scones)
- 8:00 AM: Margaret. She's getting me. Her smile is infectious; I can't help but giggle. It's amazing!
- 9:00 AM: Revisit The Willistead Restaurant. I want their scones. Specifically, I want to figure out what the recipe is. All I want is a scone.
- 11:00 AM: Scone-Off. I start buying all the scones! I try and eat them all. I can't. I take a nap.
- 2:00 PM: Back to The Willistead Restaurant. I order another scone. It's perfect. My life is better.
- 5:00 PM: Scone-Shopping. I begin a quest to try every bakery.
- 7:00 PM: Dinner. I can't finish my food. It's still all about the scone.
- 9:00 PM: Bedtime. I dream of scones. Margaret is kneading dough.
Day 5: Back to Reality (More or Less)
- 8:00 AM: Breakfast with Margaret. She looked at me funny. I think she's figured me out. I ate more scones.
- 9:00 AM: The B&B. I'm going to get to know the B&B better.
- 10:00 AM: The library. I find a strange book.
- 12:00 PM: Walking around. The town is great, even though I don't like it.
- 1:00 PM: Lunch.
- 3:00 PM: Nap. I'm tired.
- 6:00 PM: Packing.
- 7:00 PM: Dinner with Margaret. She made me a scone. I'm going to miss her.
- 9:00 PM: Final goodbyes. The gargoyle is watching me.
**Day 6: Departure (
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So, Ye Olde Walkerville… Is it REALLY a "best kept secret"? Because I saw the Insta…
Okay, deep breath. "Best kept secret" might be a *slight* exaggeration these days. Let's be honest, the internet has gotten its grubby paws on everything. Instagram, that blasted social media machine, has its sticky fingers all over it. You've probably seen the perfectly angled photos of the clawfoot tubs and the meticulously arranged breakfasts. But listen, *before* the hordes descended, it TOTALLY was. I remember the first time I stumbled upon it… sheer serendipity! Lost in Walkerville’s charming streets, utterly bewildered, and BAM! This gorgeous Victorian just *screamed* Victorian charm. Finding it felt like discovering buried treasure. Now, the secret's kinda out… but the magic? That remains, I swear. You *feel* it as soon as you walk through the door. It's a different kind of luxury, a soul-soothing kind, not just the "fancy sheets" kind, though those are incredible too. (More on that later…)
What's the deal with the "Luxury Awaits!" part? Are we talking five-star swank or… what?
Okay, so "Luxury Awaits!" is a *tiny* bit of hype… but it's ALSO accurate! Think less sterile hotel room and more… well, like you're staying in a ridiculously stylish aunt's house. The kind of aunt who has impeccable taste, but also a wicked sense of humor and a penchant for collecting quirky antiques. The sheets are, indeed, something else! I swear, they're like sleeping on clouds spun from angel's wings. *Absolutely* divine. And the bathrooms? Oh. My. God. Clawfoot tubs, fluffy towels, and enough high-end toiletries to make you feel like you’re auditioning for a shampoo commercial. *And* I'm a guy! I can't even *imagine* how luxurious it must feel for the ladies. But here's the kicker: it's NOT stuffy. It's cozy, welcoming, and you can actually *relax*. You can sprawl out on the velvet sofa, with a book that looks like it was published in 1870, and not feel guilty about it. (I may or may not have spilled coffee on a particularly lovely chaise lounge. Don't tell anyone.)
The Food! Tell me about the food. Is it… Instagram-worthy?
Instagram-worthy? Honey, the food is like… a food coma dream come true! The breakfast is a *masterpiece*. Okay, you know how I said the sheets were amazing? The breakfast is *that* kind of amazing, but for your stomach. Picture this: fresh fruit, flaky pastries, the most perfect eggs you've ever seen (honestly, I suspect witchcraft), and locally sourced sausage or bacon that'll make you question *everything* you thought you knew about breakfast meat. And the coffee? Strong enough to raise the dead. They also cater to dietary restrictions. (Bless them, because I'm a vegetarian with a chronic case of "want-to-eat-everything-in-sight.") They remember what you ate yesterday! I stayed for a week and they had my usual order memorized. It's borderline creepy, but in the BEST possible way. It's like they're reading your *soul* and anticipating your breakfast desires. Seriously. I’m drooling just thinking about it.
Are the owners, like, super pretentious? 'Cause, you know, LUXURY.
NO! Thank GOD, no. That's the best part. The owners, let's call them… Martha and George (totally made those names up, but you get the vibe), are absolutely lovely. They’re friendly, welcoming, and genuinely interested in making your stay perfect. They’re not hovering, which is key. They give you space. But they're also available if you need *anything* (like, say, directions to the best ice cream shop in town… which I definitely needed). They genuinely enjoy their guests, and it shows. It's like staying with your favorite, most stylish, and incredibly hospitable humans. They made me feel like I was one of the family. I never understood how you can make someone feel at home when you’re on a staycation, but they accomplished exactly that. It's a skill, I tell ya.
Okay, I'm sold. But… is it *really* THAT good? Like, are there any downsides? Gotta be SOMETHING, right?
Alright, let's get real. Here's where the perfect facade cracks a little. The truth? Absolutely. There are a couple of *minor* things. First, and this is a *stretch*, but the parking can be a *teensy* bit tricky sometimes. Walkerville is a charming, historic neighborhood with narrow streets, so it might be a trek if parking is a must for you. Second… and this is a *very personal* observation… the temptation to never leave is *strong*. Like, REALLY strong. You might find yourself considering faking a medical emergency just to extend your stay. (Don't do that. Probably.) Third... I almost forgot this one. *The price.* It's not a budget stay, let's be honest. Luxury costs, and this is, absolutely, a luxury experience. But honestly? Worth. Every. Penny. Those downsides are hardly a dealbreaker when you consider the overall experience. And, honestly the price is well worth the experience.
Walkerville itself! What's the vibe? Is there anything to do besides eat and sleep in a fancy bed?
Walkerville is *adorable*. It's got that small-town charm with a dash of big-city sophistication. Think cobblestone streets, independent shops, cute cafes, and pubs that scream "cozy." You can wander for hours, browsing antique stores, art galleries, and tempting boutiques. You're also literally steps from the bars of downtown Windsor via Uber or taxi (the owners are very familiar with the cabs). There's also a local brewery, and plenty of opportunities for park walks or bike rides (if you're into such things, which, admittedly, I'm not… but the option's there!). And the best part? It's walkable! You can ditch the car and just *be*. It's the perfect place to disconnect and recharge. My only advice? Wear comfortable shoes. Because you *will* be doing a lot of wandering. Oh, and get your camera ready, it's *super* Instagram-able. But, y'know, don’t be *that* person. (I’m allowed to say that. I *am* that person.)
Okay, spill the *real* tea. The BEST thing about Ye Olde Walkerville?
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