OYO Hotel Centralia: Your Centralia WA Getaway Awaits!
OYO Hotel Centralia: My Centralia Getaway… Sort Of. (A Review That's a Real Mess)
Okay, so I just got back from… well, trying to enjoy a getaway at the OYO Hotel Centralia. "Your Centralia WA Getaway Awaits!" the website chirps. Let's just say, my experience was less 'getaway' and more… 'get-away-from-this-room-before-I-lose-it.' Let's dive in, shall we? Prepare for a rollercoaster, because this review is going to be everything.
Accessibility: The Bare Minimum (and a Tiny Grumble)
First off, the accessibility. They claim to be accessible. They say "Facilities for disabled guests." Okay, fine. I'm not in a wheelchair, but I always appreciate a place thinking about it. You know? But I'm a little dubious. It felt like they just ticked a box to say they did. No real wow-factor. Maybe that's just me being perpetually cynical. Whatever. At least no major roadblocks, I guess?
Internet & The Great Wi-Fi Wars (AKA My Personal Hell)
"Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!" And "Internet access – wireless!" And… get this… "Internet access – LAN!" (Remember LAN? Nostalgia hit, anyone?). Sounds like internet heaven, right? WRONG. The Wi-Fi was… patchy. Let's be honest, it was about as reliable as a politician's promise. I spent half my time wrestling with signal bars, muttering under my breath, and generally feeling like I was back in the dial-up era. I even tried the LAN cable. Nada. Zip. Zilch. My precious streaming dreams shattered. I wanted to scream! I needed my Netflix! (Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a tad. But the internet was bad.)
Cleanliness & Safety: Sanitized, But…
They really push the cleanliness angle, which, in the post-pandemic world, is understandable. "Anti-viral cleaning products," "Daily disinfection in common areas," "Rooms sanitized between stays." Yeah, they're trying. I saw a cleaning crew bustling about. That gives you some peace of mind, I guess. Hand sanitizer stations everywhere. Even the key card was sealed in a little plastic packet. I'm a cautious person, so I appreciate the effort. However… there was a slight vibe of "sterile hospital," which might be a bit much for a "getaway." And, honestly, the room felt a little… dusty. Not filthy, but not pristine. Let's just say, the cleaning crew might need a pep talk.
Dining, Drinking & Snacking: Bless Their Hearts (or the Mini-Mart Down the Street)
Alright, the food situation. This is where things get… interesting. The hotel boasts "Restaurants" and "Coffee shop." They also offer "Room service [24-hour]." Sounds promising, yeah? Well, the restaurant seemed perpetually closed. The coffee shop offered instant coffee in a tiny plastic cup. And I'm pretty sure the room service was non-existent. The website mentions "Alternative meal arrangement" which might mean "go ask the front desk if, like, they have a bagel."
Luckily, there was a convenient store down the street. And that's where I had to buy my snacks for the rest of my "getaway".
Rooms: Okay, But… (The Carpet Saga Begins)
The room itself… well, it depends on what you're looking for. "Air conditioning," "Alarm clock," "Coffee/tea maker," "Free bottled water," "Hair dryer," "Mini bar," "Refrigerator," "Satellite/cable channels," "Wi-Fi [free]"… they had the basics. It was… clean-ish. The bed was comfy enough. The blackout curtains were a GODSEND. The lighting was… questionable. And the carpet… oh, the carpet. Let's just say it looked like it had seen a lot of life. It was the perfect shade of beige to hide every single stain imaginable. I'm pretty sure if I looked closely enough, I would find actual historical artifacts in the carpet. And the smell? A faint whiff of… something. I don't know what it was, but it lingered. I'm just saying… the carpet needs to be replaced!
Things to Do (If You're Really Bored):
Okay, let's talk about how I tried to relax. "Fitness center," "Sauna," "Swimming pool [outdoor]"… listed, check, and check. The fitness center was… tiny. Two treadmills and a few dusty weights, that's it. The sauna? I couldn't even find it. The outdoor pool? Closed for the season. See what I mean about the, like, false advertising of this getaway?
Services & Conveniences: Half-Hearted at Best
They offer a lot of services - "Air conditioning in public area," "Cash withdrawal," "Concierge," "Daily housekeeping," "Elevator," "Laundry service." Okay, so they have all that stuff. But I wouldn't recommend trusting it. The "concierge" was, well, the front desk clerk. Who was often busy. The "elevator" was slow and rickety. The "laundry service" was probably an old-school outsourced option that takes a week.
For the Kids (If You Must Bring Them):
"Babysitting service," "Family/child friendly," "Kids facilities," "Kids meal." I didn't see any of this. Maybe they're just pretending to be kid-friendly.
Getting Around: Drive and Pray you Don’t Get Lost.
"Airport transfer," "Car park [free of charge]," "Taxi service." Okay, the free car park was great. No complaints there! I'm guessing you have to use a car for the airport. And I am pretty sure there were no taxi services around.
My Overall Verdict (AKA The Emotional Breakdown)
Look, the OYO Hotel Centralia wasn't terrible. It wasn't the worst hotel I've ever stayed in. But it wasn't a "getaway." It was more like a… a place to exist for a night or two. It felt like a place in the middle of nowhere, that was going through some life-altering issues. The internet was atrocious, the food options slim to none, and the general atmosphere felt… lacking. Did it meet the bare minimum? Yes. Did it exceed expectations? Absolutely not. Would I go back? Honestly, probably not. Unless, of course, they finally replace that carpet. And fix the Wi-Fi. And maybe open a real restaurant. Then, maybe.
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Okay, buckle up buttercup, because this isn't your grandma's itinerary, and OYO Hotel Centralia, Washington, is about to get it. We're going raw, real, and probably a little caffeinated. Here we go… Let's call this, "Centralia: Where the Wal-Mart is Further Than You Think & My Sanity Hangs By a Thread."
Day 1: Arrival & the Existential Dread of Indoor Carpeting (Hotel Edition)
1:00 PM: Arrive at OYO Hotel Centralia. Okay, first impression… the carpet. Indoor carpet. In a hotel room. In the Pacific Northwest. Against all logic, it's there. It smells vaguely of… things. Let's call it "disappointment and stale popcorn." I immediately start fantasizing about bringing my own industrial-strength cleaning supplies.
- Anecdote: The receptionist seemed genuinely surprised to see me, like I'd stumbled into a secret club. Maybe I did. Or maybe she was just wishing she were anywhere else. Honestly, same.
1:30 PM: Unpack, and the slow dread of realizing you've forgotten your favorite socks. (The good ones. The comfy ones.) This is a crucial detail, and my mood plummets lower than the gas prices at the local Chevron. I'm already a hostage to the laundry.
2:00 PM: Reconnaissance mission: scouting out the local grocery store. This is vital. I need snacks. Desperately. Turns out, the nearest one is a solid 10-minute drive. A drive. To get snacks. In a town I barely know. My sense of direction is already questionable - thanks, Google Maps.
2:45 PM: Finally found the grocery store. It's a chain. Nothing special. But bread. I need bread. And cheese. And… a small victory in this alien landscape. I grab a bag of chips that I can never finish.
- Quirky Observation: The cashier is a teenager with a nose ring and a serious case of "I've seen things." I feel a kinship. We both know the quiet desperation of small-town ennui.
3:30 PM: Back in the room, attempting to read. Failing miserably. The allure of the slightly unsettling TV (what's that stain on the screen?!?) is too strong.
- Emotional Reaction: I'm already feeling a strange combination of bored and restless. This trip is supposed to be relaxing. Is a motel room relaxing? Depends on your definition of "prison."
6:00 PM: Dinner: The local diner (the only game in town, really). Ordered the "special." It was… food. The waitress was nice though, and probably a local institution.
- Opinionated Language: Okay, let's be honest, the "special" was about as special as a Tuesday. But the coffee? Surprisingly strong. Gave me a jolt of energy. Probably needed it.
7:30 PM: Explore around the hotel to check out the parking options.
8:00 PM: Back in the room. Seriously considering ordering a pizza from the hotel's online ordering. I found a website and I got curious.
9:00 PM: Pizza arrived: It tastes as bad as the carpet smells!
9:30 PM: Watch TV and try to sleep, but as you can see, I'm writing instead.
Day 2: The Great Outdoors (or, As Close As I Can Get)
8:00 AM: Wake up (vaguely refreshed despite the pizza-induced guilt). Breakfast… okay, the hotel breakfast is… well, let's just say "functional." The pre-packaged muffins are a masterpiece of blandness. I am starting to question everything about this OYO.
- Rambling: Thinking about the muffins… were they always this dry? Did they ever taste good? Or is my memory playing tricks? My whole life is a conspiracy of mediocre baked goods.
9:00 AM: Decide I need sunshine and nature. So, a trip to… well, I found a park. The name? Not memorable. But it has trees. And hopefully, no indoor carpeting.
9:30 AM: Drive to the the park. There's a gentle stream running through it, and some kids playing in a park. I think "This isn't so bad".
10:30 AM: I'm walking, and I suddenly hear a huge crash. A huge tree fell, I run to the place. No one was hurt.
11:00 AM: Back to the hotel. Feeling a bit shaken, and deciding I need to go to the hotel.
12:00 PM: Lunch: Reheated leftovers (don't judge!). Feeling slightly less optimistic than this morning. Still need my socks, though.
1:00 PM: "Free time" to relax in the room. I'm starting to suspect that this is my life in Centralia.
3:00 PM: I go looking for a bookstore. It's closed.
4:00 PM: I'm going to try to go online and find a concert tonight. This is the only way I can possibly stay alive.
7:00 PM: I'm going to dinner at the same restaurant. Food tastes exactly the same.
9:00 PM: I'm considering leaving tomorrow.
Day 3: Departure & the Lingering Smell of Mystery
- 7:00 AM: Wake up, pack, and… let's just say I'm eager to leave. Grab a nasty coffee cup.
- 8:00 AM: Check out of the OYO. The receptionist today seems much friendlier. Maybe she's happy to see me go too. We exchange pleasantries.
- 8:30 AM: Driving away, and feeling that familiar sense of freedom. And remembering my socks.
- 9:00 AM: Arrived to a gas station and get a big soda.
- 9:15 AM: Getting back to my car, and driving back home.
- 10:00 AM: Finally home! And… the only thing I want right now… is to go to sleep in my own bed.
Post-Trip Reflection (Because, Honestly, I Need to Process This)
Centralia… it was… an experience. The OYO Hotel? Let's just say I've had more luxurious stays. Would I go back? Probably not. But I'll always remember the carpet. The bread. And the pizza.
And I'm definitely buying new socks. Comfy ones. Important ones. The kind that make you believe that even in the most ordinary of places, a little bit of joy can still be found.
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Proofing? What is that, and how do I do it?
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