Bastogne's Hidden Gem: Le Merceny Motel - Unforgettable Stay?
Le Merceny Motel: Bastogne's Hidden Gem… or a Tourist Trap Disguised as History? (A Rambling Review)
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because I just survived (and I use that term loosely) a stay at Le Merceny Motel in Bastogne. "Hidden Gem?" They say? More like "Hidden, and Probably Best Left That Way" if you ask me. But hey, I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s dive into this chaotic, multifaceted experience, shall we? This is gonna be a long one…
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First Impressions & The "Accessibility" (or Lack Thereof) Debacle:
So, pulling up to Le Merceny, you're immediately hit with the "rustic charm" of… well, a building. Okay, it's got character. Let's be optimistic. The website claimed wheelchair accessibility. CLAIMED! This is where things started to unravel faster than a Christmas sweater after a frat party. Getting to the elevator was a labyrinthine journey involving a ramp that looked like it was designed by someone who hates gravity. My companion, bless her heart, spent a good ten minutes wrestling with the door, a struggle that involved more grunts and sweat than a CrossFit class.
Access: (See above… it's complicated.) They say facilities for disabled guests, but the execution? Let's just say they were more of a suggestion than a guarantee. Accessibility: (See above) Wheelchair accessible: (As advertised, but with significant caveats and potential for extreme frustration.) Elevator: (Yes, but… see above.)
The Room: A Study in "Eclectic" (Translation: A Bit of a Mess)
Alright, the room. It smelled clean. That was the first good sign. Beyond that… it was an experience. We booked a "Couple's Room" (I think they use that term pretty freely). The "Extra long bed" was a plus, honestly. But, the décor? Hoo boy. Think grandma's attic meets a forgotten museum exhibit. Still, the "Soundproof rooms" were a blessing, especially when the warbling karaoke from the lobby's "Happy Hour" (more on that…later) started up.
Available in all rooms: Air conditioning (thank god), Alarm clock (because apparently time travel runs rampant here), Coffee/tea maker (essential), Free bottled water (a lifeline), Hair dryer (a must-have), In-room safe box (for your… imaginary gold bars?), Internet access – wireless (thank the Wi-Fi Gods). Rooms sanitized between stays: (Supposedly.) Room sanitization opt-out available: (Never considered it.) Additional toilet: (Didn't need.) Bathroom phone: (Seriously?) Bathrobes: (Didn't see.) Blackout curtains: (Life savers, honestly.) Carpeting: (Questionable stains involved.) Closet: (Adequate.) Complimentary tea: (Yay!) Daily housekeeping: (Spotty, but present.) Desk: (Mostly functional.) Extra long bed: (Excellent!) High floor: (Nope.) In-room safe box: (Always a good idea.) Interconnecting room(s) available: (Not for me.) Internet access – LAN: (Haven’t used a LAN cable in a decade.) Ironing facilities: (Meh.) Laptop workspace: (Sort of?) Linens: (Clean-ish.) Mini bar: (Empty, of course.) Mirror: (Present.) Non-smoking: (Supposedly enforced.) On-demand movies: (Ha!) Private bathroom: (Yep.) Reading light: (Essential for escaping the general madness.) Refrigerator: (Nice, but empty.) Safety/security feature: (Presence only.) Satellite/cable channels: (The usual suspects.) Scale: (For weighing my regrets?) Seating area: (A single, slightly worn armchair.) Separate shower/bathtub: (Fine.) Shower: (Water pressure was… questionable.) Slippers: (Didn't see.) Smoke detector: (Hopefully working, but, well, you know.) Socket near the bed: (Bless.) Sofa: (Nope.) Soundproofing: (Hallelujah!) Telephone: (Probably still works.) Toiletries: (Basic.) Towels: (Thin, but adequate.) Umbrella: (Where?) Visual alarm: (Didn't need.) Wake-up service: (Never used it.) Wi-Fi [free]: (Mostly functional, bless the Wi-Fi Gods.) Window that opens: (Gave me a much-needed dose of reality.) Room decorations: (Ah, that’s a whole different story, almost all of them of questionable taste.)
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: An Adventure in Culinary Roulette
Okay, let's talk food. This is where the Merceny truly shines… if by "shines" you mean "occasionally flickers erratically."
The "Restaurant" situation was… interesting. Breakfast? Buffet. (Buffet in restaurant.) A vast array of… choices. There was the “Asian breakfast” (noodles, who knew?), the "Western breakfast" (the usual beige suspects), and a selection of pastries that looked like they'd been rescued from the set of a zombie movie. "A la carte in restaurant" was also available, but who would dare? Dining, drinking, and snacking: (A rollercoaster of emotions.) A la carte in restaurant: (Daredevil cuisine.) Alternative meal arrangement: (Probably, if you begged.) Asian breakfast: (Surprisingly present.) Asian cuisine in restaurant: (Vaguely, in the morning.) Bar: (Full bar, if you're brave.) Bottle of water: (One, provided.) Breakfast [buffet]: (See above.) Breakfast service: (Sort of.) Buffet in restaurant: (See above.) Coffee/tea in restaurant: (The coffee was… coffee.) Coffee shop: (Nope.) Desserts in restaurant: (Appeared to be abandoned.) Happy hour: (Loud. Very, very loud.) International cuisine in restaurant: (Vaguely.) Poolside bar: (Haha.) Restaurants: (One…ish.) Room service [24-hour]: (I wouldn’t trust it, honestly.) Salad in restaurant: (Probably not fresh.) Snack bar: (Nope.) Soup in restaurant: (Potentially radioactive.) Vegetarian restaurant: (Probably not.) Western breakfast: (The usual suspects, beige.) Western cuisine in restaurant: (If you're feeling adventurous…) Essential condiments: (Always present.) Individually-wrapped food options: (The pastries, at least.) Safe dining setup: (Kinda, maybe…) Sanitized kitchen and tableware items: (Fingers crossed.)
The "Spa" & "Relaxation" Zone: Promises, Promises…
They advertise a spa. A spa! I envisioned soothing massages, bubbling Jacuzzis, and an escape from the slightly-manic energy of the whole place. Reality? Less spa, more… slightly damp room with a sign that said "Massage – Book in Advance." The fitness center, I suspect, was a joke. I didn’t even try to visit!
Ways to relax: (Minimal.) Body scrub: (Didn't try because I didn’t want to risk it.) Body wrap: (See above.) Fitness center: (A joke.) Foot bath: (Eek.) Gym/fitness: (Ha!) Massage: (Book in advance, they say, and you might get something that resembles it.) Pool with view: (No.) Sauna: (Doubtful.) Spa: (See above.) Spa/sauna: (See above, again.) Steamroom: (Don't know if there is.) Swimming pool: (Outdoor, and, to be honest, probably algae-ridden.)
"Things to do"? More Like "Things Not To Do at the Merceny"
Besides trying to find a functioning Wi-Fi signal and keeping the room's slightly-odd ambiance at bay, the "Things to do" were… well, go explore Bastogne! (Which is fascinating, by the way.) Otherwise, the hotel was best approached as a base camp for escape.
"For the Kids" (God Help Them)
They mention stuff for kids. Babysitting service? (Maybe.) Kids meal? (Probably lukewarm chicken nuggets.) "Family
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Alright, buckle up, buttercups, 'cause we're diving headfirst into a messy, beautiful, and probably slightly drunk trip to Le Merceny Motel in Bastogne, Belgium. Don't expect a perfectly polished brochure; this is real life, with all the spilled coffee and existential dread it entails.
Day 1: Arrival, Confusion, and Maybe a Belgian Beer (or Three)
- Morning (ish): Okay, so the flight was a disaster. Let's just say I learned a whole new vocabulary of swear words trying to navigate the airport. Seriously, why do they make signs so confusing? And the luggage carousel? A swirling vortex of despair. Finally landed in Brussels, feeling like I aged a decade.
- Afternoon: Train to Bastogne. The scenery, I’ll admit, was kinda pretty. Rolling hills, cows looking smug… but mostly, I was just praying the train wouldn't derail. (Okay, maybe I have a travel anxiety problem I need to unpack.) Found a charming little pub near the station and promptly ordered a Belgian beer. Blonde. Strong! Wow, that crept up on me.
- Late Afternoon (and the first real hiccup): Arriving at Le Merceny Motel. "Charming" is not the word I'd use. "Functional, with probable echoes of the past," might be more accurate. The front desk guy looked like he'd seen a ghost and was thoroughly unimpressed with my existence. He grunted something in Flemish (I think) and gave me a key. Room? Small. Bed? Questionable. But hey, at least it has a window… and a working toilet (so far).
- Evening: Attempted to find dinner. Wandered aimlessly, got lost, and considered eating a packet of stale biscuits I'd packed. Finally stumbled upon a burger joint. The burger was surprisingly good, the fries were delicious, and the local beer was a revelation. It' a small win. Ate to my fill of carbs… and the weight of my own thoughts. Bastogne at night is quiet, to say the least. Back to the motel.
Day 2: Bastogne, Battlefields, and Too Much History (and a Surprisingly Good Crepe)
- Morning: Woke up with the distinct feeling that I'd been run over by a tank – probably from the WWII history I've been putting off. After a truly terrifying shower (seriously, the water pressure was like a garden hose), I decided to face the day. First stop: the Bastogne War Museum. Prepare your tear ducts, because it's heavy stuff. The stories are intense, emotional and the sheer scale of the suffering is overwhelming. I nearly choked up about the details of the Battle of the Bulge. The sheer bravery of the soldiers is…stupendous.
- Afternoon: Hired a taxi to The Mardasson Memorial… and I swear I almost cried. It was beautiful and devastating at the same time. The sheer scale of sacrifice… it's just…wow. The memorial is a testament to human resilience, and a giant kick in the gut that you'll need to emotionally steel yourself for. I was a mess after. A good, honest mess.
- Late Afternoon: Needed something light, something sweet. Found a crepe shop. The crepe was perfect. Crisp on the outside, fluffy on the inside, warm and delicious. Spent a while wondering if this crepe, with its perfect texture, was the only good thing about my life. It was then I had a total meltdown and had to sit alone for a bit.
- Evening: Okay, so after all a bit of reflection… felt a bit better. Strolled through the town, tried to shake off the weight of history. Found a tiny little cafe, the kind where everyone knows everyone. The beer here tasted like hope. Feeling like I could actually, maybe, survive this trip. Dinner was mediocre, but the company of a friendly local made up for it.
Day 3: More Exploration, More Beers, and the Realization That I Might Actually Like Belgium
- Morning: Explored Bastogne's town center, which proved to be remarkably charming. A charming town Square, a quaint church. Found and got a nice piece of art.
- Afternoon: Back to the War Museum. Okay, I know this is morbid, but it was fascinating. This time, I focused on specific stories, really letting the history sink in. It's a tough experience, but important, I think. It forces you to appreciate what you have.
- Late Afternoon: Decided to embrace the Belgian beer culture. Found a local pub and sampled the famous beer, drinking as much as I could,
- Evening: Last night in Bastogne. One final dinner, a final beer. The town felt…familiar now. It's weird. You come to a place with preconceptions, with a certain expectation, and it sneaks up on you. It gets under your skin. And you start to think… maybe this place isn't so bad after all. Maybe it's actually pretty damn good.
Day 4: Farewell, Bastogne (and Brussels? Ugh, Again)
- Morning: One last breakfast at a local cafe. Said goodbye to the motel, and it's ghost. Headed back to Brussels.
- Afternoon: Brussels. Well, the airport, anyway. My flight is delayed. Because, of course, it is. I'm exhausted, emotionally drained, and slightly hungover. This trip was definitely messy, absolutely imperfect, and completely unforgettable.
- Evening: Finally, in the air. Looking down at the tiny dots far below, I can't help but think… would I come back? Yeah. I think I might. And if I did, I'd definitely pack more snacks and maybe a therapist.
And that's it. My messy, rambling, honest account of a trip to Bastogne. Hope you enjoyed the ride. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need a nap. And maybe another beer.
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