London Victoria's BEST Hotel? Holiday Inn Express Review!
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because we’re about to dive headfirst into a review of [Hotel Name] – a hotel that promises paradise, but let's be honest, sometimes paradise comes with a few… well, let’s just say "eccentricities." This isn't your dry, corporate brochure; this is the raw, unfiltered truth, seasoned with a healthy dose of sarcasm and a desperate need for a strong coffee.
(Accessibility & Safety – The Surprisingly Good Stuff… and Then Some)
Okay, let's start with the bedrock: accessibility. [Hotel Name] gets serious brownie points. They actually care. The wheelchair accessibility is legit – ramps, elevators, the whole shebang. I even saw someone navigating with a walker like a boss. And bonus points for the actual elevator, not those tiny, claustrophobic ones that feel like a coffin on the way up. The On-site accessible restaurants/lounges are a major win; no awkward maneuvering through crowded hallways. I give it a solid A+ for basic accessibility and their facilities for disabled guests truly cater to folks with mobility issues. They’ve got CCTV in common areas and outside the property – which, while a bit Big Brother-ish, makes you feel kinda safe, especially at 3 am when you're craving a rogue pastry from the convenience store. Speaking of which, kudos for also having a 24-hour front desk and a doorman. These folks are lifesavers.
Now, the COVID stuff. They're trying. The anti-viral cleaning products are present, and they shout about the daily disinfection in common areas. The hand sanitizer is plentiful (and smells… well, like sanitiser, which is better than smelling like nothing). They've got the professional-grade sanitizing services, and most importantly, they offer the room sanitization opt-out. That’s HUGE for peace of mind. You know they've been scrubbing since the pandemic began. And the hygiene certification? It's there.
Now for the messier stuff…
Alright, the first stumble: I was promised a room with a view – the high floor. I got a view of… the air conditioning units. Not thrilled. And the exterior corridor, which gives a bit a motel vibe.
There's a doctor/nurse on call, which is reassuring. And the first aid kit, well, hopefully, I won't need to rummage in here.
Let's talk "getting around." Airport transfer is a godsend after a long flight. The car park [free of charge] is a huge plus. I'm not sure if I need the car power charging station but I like the option! Valet parking is just a bit snobby for my taste.
(Internet and the Digital Age – A Saga of Free Wi-Fi and Occasional Frustration)
Alright, let's talk internet. Wi-Fi [free] in all the rooms? YES! A shining beacon of hope in the connectivity desert. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! is not hyperbole. It works. The Internet is reliable. In my experience, the speed varies. Sometimes it's warp speed. Other times, it's slower than my grandma's dial-up. So, bring a book, just in case. I spotted the Internet [LAN] - but I have not been able to get it working. They offer Internet services but I'm not touching that. And the Wi-Fi for special events… well, I wasn't throwing any special events, so I'll leave it at that.
(The Food & Drink Fiasco – A Rollercoaster of Tastes and Expectations)
Okay, the food. Where do I even begin? They boast about restaurants. Plural! And with a bar and poolside bar. Promising. I'm a simple woman; start with the basics: breakfast [buffet]. It's… serviceable. The Asian breakfast is a nice touch. The Western breakfast? Also, present. However, the buffet in restaurant can get crazy. Watch out for the breakfast stampede.
The coffee/tea in restaurant is good, nothing to write home about. They have a coffee shop that is pretty decent. The a la carte in restaurant is a lifesaver when you are tired of the buffet. I tried the Asian cuisine in restaurant, and it ranged wildly. One day was a delicious triumph, the next a soggy, questionable mess. The salad in restaurant wasn't bad. Soup in restaurant? Sometimes amazing, sometimes… well, let's just say I've experienced better. The vegetarian restaurant is present, but I am not a vegetarian, so I can not give you an opinion. The desserts in restaurant are my favorite thing, and I loved it. Room service [24-hour] is a lifesaver, especially when you’re battling jet lag and the urge to order pizza at 3 AM. The bottle of water that they provide is a nice touch, although I have yet to understand how they can provide essential condiments at all, it's not really a thing.
My favorite moment: the pool.
The swimming pool [outdoor] with the pool with view is fantastic. I spent an entire afternoon there, switching between the water and reading on a sun lounger. It was pure, unadulterated bliss. The poolside bar is a welcome addition, albeit a bit pricey. I got a cocktail named "Paradise Found" and it was the closest I got to experiencing paradise, and I got very emotional.
(Things to Do & Ways to Relax – Spa Days, Fitness, and the Elusive "Relaxation")
Alright, let's get to the good stuff: relaxation. They’ve got a Spa/sauna, which is always a winner. And a Steamroom to sweat out all the bad decisions. The Body scrub and Body wrap are on offer. I have never tried them. The Massage is pretty good. The Foot bath is a must-have. The Fitness center is… there. I didn't personally use it, but it looked clean and well-equipped. However, I did use the Sauna.
(Rooms & Amenities – Comfort and Quirks in Equal Measure)
Now, the rooms. The air conditioning is a godsend. The blackout curtains really do a decent job of blocking out the sun, and the extra long bed is fabulous. There are bathrobes! Little touches like complimentary tea (a godsend, really) and free bottled water are always welcome. The mini bar is stocked pretty well. The desk is functional, so I managed to do some work. The safe box is great.
The non-smoking rooms are a must! The soundproofing is also great, and the wake-up service actually works. The slippers are great. I never used the mirror, and the scale is the bane of my existence.
And the Quirky Bits…
They’ve got a shrine! Because who doesn’t need a shrine in their hotel room? There's a proposal spot, which is… a little random. I'm not sure if I'm getting married there, given the other issues I faced. The couple's room is great.
(Services & Conveniences – The Good, the Bad, and the "Huh?")
Concierge service is good. They also offer a cash withdrawal, that's a good thing to have. They have a convenience store. They also offer currency exchange (handy). The invoice provided is an additional plus. I did use the laundry service, and it was fast, but a bit pricey. The luggage storage is great. Daily housekeeping is a lifesaver. I did not use the babysitting service, because I did not bring any children with me. the doorman that is a good option.
(The Verdict – Should You Stay Here?)… Kinda.
Okay, here's the bottom line. [Hotel Name] is a mixed bag. It's got a lot going for it: amazing accessibility, decent food (with some seriously good moments), a great pool. But there are quirks, a few disappointments, and maybe a lack of consistency that might drive some people mad. So, would I stay again? Probably. Its got a charm but may not be perfect for everyone.
My Recommendation: If you prioritize accessibility, a convenient location, and are willing to roll with the punches (and the occasional soggy noodle), it's a decent choice. If you're a perfectionist who demands culinary consistency and pristine surroundings, you might want to look elsewhere.
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Okay, buckle up, buttercups! This isn't your glossy travel brochure itinerary. This is… well, it’s mine, and you’re welcome to come along (virtually, at least). This is a potential London trip base, built around the Holiday Inn Express London Victoria – because, let's be honest, sometimes you just need a reliable shower and a slightly-above-average breakfast. So here goes, the gloriously messy truth:
Trip Title: London, Lattes, and Lost Sanity (Mostly Mine)
Accommodation Base: Holiday Inn Express London Victoria – God bless those budget-friendly, reliable hotels. Fingers crossed the hairdryer actually WORKS this time. And that the elevator doesn't decide to go on strike when I'm laden with shopping bags.
Day 1: Arrival, Bewilderment, and (Possibly) Pizza
- Morning (aka, Pre-Coffee Chaos): Arrive at Heathrow. Pray the flight wasn't delayed AGAIN. My inner monologue during baggage claim is usually a mix of "Please, don't be broken!" and "Is that my suitcase? No? Argh, I'm doomed." The journey from Heathrow to the hotel is a masterclass in navigating the Tube with jet lag. I swear, half the time I'm convinced I'm heading towards Narnia instead of Notting Hill.
- Afternoon (aka, The Art of Being a Tourist): Check into the Holiday Inn Express. Praise the travel gods for a functioning air conditioner! Now, the real test: deciphering the London Underground map without looking like a complete idiot. The plan? A quick dash to Buckingham Palace. Expect pictures, probably taken at a terrible angle, and general awe mixed with the inner-monologue "Are we there yet?" and "Wow, those guards are so still! I bet they're secretly robots."
- Evening (aka, Fueling the Adventure): Dinner? Pizza, obviously. I'm thinking a place near the hotel, because, after a transatlantic flight, my tolerance for adventure is usually limited to walking down the block. Maybe a cheeky glass of wine (or two… it’s been a long day). I'll probably end the night sprawled on the bed, watching British telly and wondering how people actually live in London.
Day 2: History, Hysteria, and a Hundred Selfies
- Morning (aka, Conquering the City… sort of): The British Museum! (Disclaimer: I love history, but my attention span is… fickle. I'm thinking I'll probably spend more time admiring the architecture than actually absorbing information. The Rosetta Stone? Oh, I'll see it…Eventually.) Coffee. LOTS of coffee. I’m going to need it for the sheer amount of walking I'll be doing.
- Afternoon (aka, Lost in the Labyrinth): A walk through the sprawling expanse of the Tower of London. I anticipate a healthy mix of being slightly spooked by the history stuff and getting completely lost and turned around. I plan on documenting the experience via 500 selfies with the ravens, the crown jewels (at a respectful distance, obviously), and the general fortress surroundings.
- Evening (aka, Pub Grub and Maybe Misadventures): Ah, the pub. The holy grail of British culture. I shall attempt to order a pint without completely mangling the accent. Fish and chips. Possibly a questionable attempt at a quiz night, I'm not going to lie, my knowledge of pop culture is basically from the 90's. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll make a few new mates, or at least not embarrass myself too much. Who am I kidding, I'm going to embarrass myself. It's part of the charm.
Day 3: The Theatre, Tantrums, and Tears… of Laughter (Hopefully)
- Morning (aka, Shopping… Oh, the Shopping!): Harrods, because why not? Even if I just window shop, it's an experience. Warning: this may involve some emotional distress (primarily financial). I may or may not start crying in the designer shoe section.
- Afternoon (aka, The Magic of Moments): A matinee performance of a play in the West End. I'm hoping for something hilarious and light-hearted. I have a sneaking suspicion I’ll get overly invested in the characters and end up sobbing (more than a little) at the finale.
- Evening (aka, The Aftermath): A celebratory dinner. Maybe something fancy, maybe not. Dependent on my budget. A post-theatre discussion with myself about the play, its themes, and how I totally understood it. I'll probably check for show tickets, and get swept up in another viewing.
Day 4: Borough Market, Big Ben, and the Bitter Sweet
- Morning (aka, Feast Your Eyes and Stomach): Borough Market! A foodie paradise. And a potential disaster for my diet. I plan on sampling everything. I am thinking of spending all morning there and gorging myself on everything!
- Afternoon (aka,'Look, it’s… that clock'): Stand in awe of Big Ben. Maybe a boat tour on the Thames. Or, maybe I'll just sit in a park and read a book. The pressure of sightseeing is exhausting.
- Evening (aka, The Long Goodbye): My last night. Dinner, a final stroll through the city streets, and a deep sigh. London, you’ve been… something. Amazing, chaotic, expensive, and utterly unforgettable. I'll pack my bags, say goodbye to the hotel, and try to savor every last second before heading to the airport.
Day 5: The Reality of Leaving, and the Hope of Returning
- Morning (aka, The Departure): Head to Heathrow. Pray my flight isn’t delayed. Contemplate the meaning of life while waiting in the airport.
- Afternoon (aka, Home Sweet (and Slightly Jet-Lagged) Home): Arrive home. Unpack. Immediately start planning my next trip to London. Because, let's face it, one visit is never enough.
Important Notes (aka, My Personal Chaos Manual):
- Budget: A flexible concept. (I'll probably overspend.)
- Pace: Relaxed…ish. (I’ll probably try to cram everything in.)
- Flexibility: Absolutely crucial. London is a chaotic mistress.
- Emotions: Expect a rollercoaster. Joy, frustration, awe, and the occasional existential crisis.
- The Hotel Breakfast: Hopefully the pastries are good. Because sometimes, that's all that matters.
- Photo Diary: Expect an abundance of pictures. Prepare for some truly terrible ones. But they will be my terrible ones.
- Most Importantly: Laugh often. Embrace the mess. And remember, even at my worst, I’ll likely have a story to tell. And that, my friends, is the beauty of travel. Or at least, my travel.
So, what *is* this FAQ even *about*?
Good question! Honestly, I haven't entirely decided. It's sort of like a mental wanderer, you know? Think of it: I'm just answering any questions I can think of (or maybe, that YOU can think of). Like, sometimes it's about the mundane – "What's the best way to fold a fitted sheet?" – and other times, it's a deep dive into the existential swamp. So, buckle up, because we're gonna be all over the dang place! Prepare for the full-blown experience.
Why are you writing this? Are you *bored*?
Boredom is definitely a factor. Let's be honest. But it's also a bit of an experiment. I'm curious to see if I can make something, even something as boring as a FAQ, a little... *alive*. Can I shove some personality, some *me*, into a list of questions and answers? Is it possible to create something kind of artful, or at least, *interesting*, even with this very humble format? That's the goal. Mostly, because I'm terrible at writing what other people want me to write, so might as well write what I want to write!
What is your favourite snack?
Oh wow, you've hit a sweet spot. I am obsessed with Trader Joe's Unexpected Cheddar Cheese chunks. They are so good! One time, on a road trip to Oregon, my friend and I brought them. 30 minutes into our drive, we had devoured the whole block. We were so happy... and then, immediately regretted it! The sodium, the weird cheese breath... but the memory of the deliciousness? Heavenly. So, the cheese, even though it bites back later.
How do you handle criticism?
Oh, man. Criticism. That is a loaded question. First line of defense? Denial. Second? Mildly passive-aggressive tweets. Okay, fine, I *struggle*. I *really, really* take critiques to heart. I try to learn from them, but my initial reaction is always a gut punch of "Oh God, I'm terrible!" It's a work in progress. I'm getting better, I *swear*. I'm trying to develop a thicker skin, but it's a slow process. Like, unbelievably slow. Like, glacial.
What's your biggest regret?
That's the sort of thing that keeps you up at 3 AM, yes? I hesitate to answer this, because there's a whole catalog of things I can't stand about myself... But if I have to pick ONE? Probably that time I didn't apply for that fellowship in Florence. I talked myself out of it, convinced I wasn't good enough. Now I'm sitting here making FAQs. Florence would have been better, right? Ugh. Don't be like me. Take the chance, even if you're terrified. Especially *because* you're terrified.
Do you have any advice for someone who is feeling stuck?
Oh, I am a *champion* of stuck-ness! The best advice I can give? Start small. Like, *tiny*. Make your bed. Get dressed. Drink a glass of water. Then, *build* on that momentum. That first tiny step can lead to the bigger ones. Oh, and also: be kind to yourself. Seriously. We're all just figuring it out. Allow yourself to fail (it's inevitable), to feel lost (it's normal). And most importantly, remember to breathe. And if you're feeling REALLY stuck, just bake a cake. Works for me.
What makes you laugh?
I'm a sucker for the ridiculous. Bad puns, slapstick, anything that catches you off guard. Also, dogs. I could watch dogs fail at things all day long. (I'm not proud of this, but it's true.) Oh, and really, REALLY bad dancing. Like, the kind where you're pretty sure the dancer is experiencing some kind of existential crisis while flailing on the dance floor... That always cracks me up.
What is your biggest fear?
This is a serious one, because I have a whole host of fears. But the one that truly keeps me on edge is probably public speaking. The idea of standing in front of an audience... I can barely stand up in front of my cat to feed her! My stomach will probably turn to stone. I am better with writing, and I can only be hopeful that whatever I come up with is bearable.
What are you most proud of?
Honestly, my ability to get through the day. Some days, it's a real struggle. But I keep showing up, keep trying. And that, my friends, is something. I am proud of the small things, getting out of bed, showing up for friends, even just remembering to take out the trash. You know, the little things. Because when you're battling anxieties, it's the *small* wins that matter the most.
Do you believe in aliens?
Oh my gosh. Okay, hear me out. First of all, the universe is ridiculously vast. Like, mind-bogglingly vast. To think we're the ONLY life forms? Feels... unlikely, right? But do *I* believe in close encounters of the third kind? No. I've never been abducted, didn't grow up on a farm, and don't have any weird scars. However, I would be interested in a trip on aTrip Hotel Hub
