Hilton Garden Inn Overland Park: Your Dream Kansas City Getaway Awaits!
Hilton Garden Inn Overland Park: My (Mostly) Dreamy Kansas City Getaway (and a Few Minor Mishaps)
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because I'm about to spill the beans on my recent stay at the Hilton Garden Inn in Overland Park. The title promised a "Dream Kansas City Getaway," and honestly? It mostly delivered. But, hey, real life ain't perfect, and neither is a hotel review! So, grab a coffee (or a stiff drink, depending on how much you've already traveled), because we're diving in.
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(Deep Breath) Right, Here We Go!
First Impressions & The Accessibility Angle:
Let's start with the good stuff: Accessibility. This is SUPER important to me, and honestly, the Hilton Garden Inn in Overland Park scored pretty well. The entrance? Easy peasy. The lobby? Open, airy, and easy to navigate, even with my (ahem) slightly chaotic luggage situation. The hotel, generally speaking, felt accessible - elevators were readily available, and the hallways were wide enough to accommodate even my worst habit: wandering aimlessly with a coffee in hand
Now, I didn't specifically request a wheelchair-accessible room (which, in retrospect, I probably should have), but the general layout of the common areas, including the pool and restaurant looked to be wheelchair-friendly. Plus, bonus points for the elevator – I'm talking accessibility, and I'm also talking convenience!
Rooms: My Little (Mostly) Peaceful Sanctuary!
The room itself? Pretty standard Hilton Garden Inn fare, which is, in all honesty, a good thing. The beds! Oh, the beds. Cloud-like, perfect for collapsing into after a long day of… well, whatever it is I do. Free Wi-Fi (in ALL rooms!) was a Godsend, as I'm perpetually tethered to the internet (curse you, social media!). The Internet [LAN] was also an option, but frankly, I'm a Wi-Fi gal. The blackout curtains were a game-changer. Needed that extra hour of sleep, and they delivered. The desk was perfect for catching up on emails (though I'll admit, I mostly used it to balance my takeout containers) and the free bottled water was a lifesaver. The mini-fridge was great for storing my midnight snacks (don't judge!).
Bathroom Breakdown: Spacious enough, clean, and with decent water pressure. Now, the hair dryer? Let's just say it did the bare minimum. Don't expect a salon-quality blowout, but it got the job done. Toiletries were standard, again nothing spectacular, but did the job. The bathtub(If I remember correctly) was of a solid size, very functional!
Food, Glorious Food (Plus a Minor Hiccup)…
Okay, let's talk food. The restaurant on-site was a major plus. The breakfast buffet was decent, your standard continental affair. You got your international cuisine in restaurant options, Asian breakfast. They had some vegetarian restaurant options, though I did find them a little limited. The Coffee/tea in restaurant were a necessity for me in the mornings!
The menu offered A la carte in restaurant options, offering a bit of variety. Snack bar and the Poolside bar were handy for grabbing a quick bite or a drink. I really appreciated the 24-hour Room service, a total lifesaver when you're jet lagged and starving at 3 AM.
Here's where the "minor mishap" comes in: the first night, I ordered room service… and the order was completely wrong. Like, I got someone else's meal. It was a bit frustrating, sure, but the staff were apologetic and swiftly corrected it. (The second meal was delicious, so all was forgiven!).
De-Stress Zone: Pool, Spa, and Serenity (Mostly)
The swimming pool [outdoor] was lovely – a perfect place to cool down after a day of exploring. It wasn't gigantic, but it was clean, and the view was good. I didn't get a chance to check out the Gym/fitness, mainly because I'm allergic to exercise. The Spa/sauna looked tempting, but alas, time constraints (and a crippling fear of being pampered) kept me away. Maybe next time!
Cleanliness and Safety: Feeling Safe and Sound:
Major props to the hotel for their commitment to cleanliness. The daily disinfection in common areas was obvious. The Staff trained in safety protocol were friendly and helpful. The Sanitized kitchen and tableware items, were spot on, and made me feel better about eating in general. The hand sanitizer dispensers were everywhere, and I am a massive fan of the cashless payment service
Things to Do (Beyond the Hotel Walls):
Overland Park has plenty to offer! I visited several local attractions and found myself always wanting to return to the hotel to relax and unwind.
Services and Conveniences (The Little Things that Matter):
The concierge was helpful with suggestions and directions. Daily housekeeping kept my room tidy. I appreciated the luggage storage on check-in/out days. Also, the presence of a convenience store on-site was useful for last-minute essentials (like that extra chocolate bar!).
The Not-So-Perfect Parts:
I have to gripe a little regarding something that's in the hotel listing: Pets allowed unavailable. I know that some people don't like them, BUT the hotel lists this as an amenity, then is unavailable!! The hotel should just take it off the list. Also, to be honest as an imperfection, the elevators were a bit slow at times.
Final Verdict: Worth a Stay (With a Few Caveats!)
Overall, the Hilton Garden Inn Overland Park was a solid choice for my Kansas City getaway. It had a lot going for it: Comfort, safety, cleanliness, and good food. The few minor hiccups aside, it was a positive experience. Would I stay again? Absolutely, especially if I'm looking for a convenient, comfortable, and relatively affordable base for exploring the area. Just maybe, next time, I'll make a note to triple-check my room service order! And maybe, maybe, I'll finally try the spa… 😉
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your grandma's meticulously planned travel brochure. This is the raw, unfiltered, possibly-slightly-unhinged chronicle of my recent… adventure at the hallowed halls of the Hilton Garden Inn in Overland Park, Kansas. And let me tell you, it was… well, it was an experience.
Day 1: Arrival and the Great Bed-Sinking Debacle
3:17 PM: Landed. After flights, and a ride, and one of those airport rental car agents who asks you about your life story before you even sign the paperwork. So, yeah, exhausted. Found the Hilton Garden Inn, which, bless its beige heart, looked exactly like every other Hilton Garden Inn on the planet. This is either comfort or a sign that reality is a simulation. I am still undecided.
3:45 PM: Checked in. The front desk agent, bless her, seemed to have a smile permanently etched onto her face. You’d think she was being secretly paid to be extra cheery. I wanted to scream, "Just tell me where the room is! I’m running on fumes and the blood of my enemies!" But, you know, manners. (Mostly).
4:03 PM: Room acquired! Luggage dropped with a thud. It was at this exact moment, when I flopped onto the bed like a landed tuna, that it happened. The bed… sank. Dramatically. I swear, my body ended up halfway underground. I yelled… uh… A few choice words. I may have actually yelled "Oh, for the love of all that is holy!" at a perfectly inanimate object.
4:30 PM: Finally get out of bed and call down to the front desk, and I am still embarrassed by the sinking bed incident. The poor agent (same one! Is she still smiling?) has no option but to get someone there to fix it. Seriously though, it was like the mattress had a personal vendetta against my back. It was a battle, I tell you, a battle. The engineer, bless his heart, came up and looked… confused. Said "we'll have her looking like new soon".
5:00 PM: Forced myself out for a walk. Needed to stretch my legs. The Kansas wind slapped me in the face, yelling about how I should be at home, snuggled in a bed that wasn't trying to eat me. The park, however, was lovely. At least, a part of my brain thought it was. The other parts were still processing the bed situation.
7:00 PM: Dinner at the hotel restaurant. The menu, I must admit, was surprisingly good. Had the steak. Cooked it to medium rare, actually. So, kudos to the chef! But seriously, I was so emotionally ravaged from the bed encounter that it didn't matter which restaurant, I had to eat.
9:00 PM: Back in the room. Double-checked the bed. It seemed to be holding up. I cautiously climbed in, mentally preparing for battle. Surprisingly, it held! Managed a few hours of sleep, a bit restless, but still… victory! Over the vengeful mattress!
Day 2: Breakfast Buffet Wars and the Overland Park "Experience"
7:00 AM: Breakfast. Oh, the breakfast buffet. Picture this: a sea of lukewarm scrambled eggs, suspiciously orange sausage, and the battleground of the waffle maker. The waffle maker, my friends, was the place to be. A young couple was locked in a tense standoff with an older gentleman. It was a war of culinary wills. I made a waffle (pretty good, considering!), snagged some fruit (needed a vitamin boost!), and watched the breakfast battlefield with morbid fascination. At least the coffee was hot.
9:00 AM: Ventured out to explore Overland Park. I heard there was some stuff to see. Did I have a plan? No. Do I normally go out exploring without a plan? No. Did I have a small dose of the travel-bug? Yes. And then, I was off and I would deal with any consequences later. I think my sense of direction is also impaired.
10:00 AM: I drove in circles for a solid 20 minutes. Finally decided to just pick a direction and see what happened. Turns out, it led to a beautiful old park.
11:30 AM: The park was absolutely stunning, but I did get lost again and spent the next two hours looking for the car. Finally found it.
1:00 PM: Lunch at some local place. The food was so-so, but the waitress was fantastic. She felt like a hug and made my day.
2:00 PM: More aimless wandering. I may have, at this point, given up on “sightseeing” and embraced “lost tourist”. Found an antique store. Spent way too long looking at old typewriters. Left without buying anything, but with the overwhelming urge to start writing a novel.
6:00 PM: Back at the hotel. Decided to try the pool. I think it was just a rectangular box of water. Not the most thrilling experience. The water was cold, and a kid was doing cannonballs. So, I retreated.
7:30 PM: Dinner. Again, the hotel restaurant. This time, I tried the chicken. Not bad. Still haunted by the bed though.
9:00 PM: Tried to watch TV. The remote was… difficult. After wrestling with it for a good twenty minutes, I ended up watching the weather channel. Pretty riveting, I must admit.
Day 3: Departure and the Epilogue (AKA the Mental Bed Trauma)
- 7:00 AM: Breakfast. Avoided the waffle maker this time. Opted for the fruit and a desperate prayer for a smooth departure.
- 8:00 AM: Checked out. Successfully navigated the front desk without screaming about the bed situation. I swear, I could still feel the mattress swallowing me whole.
- 8:30 AM: On the road. Heading home.
- 10:00 AM: Reflecting on the whole experience. Okay, the bed thing was a bit traumatic. But, you know what? Overland Park was… fine. The people were nice. The food was passable. And the hotel, despite its mattress-related issues, was clean and comfortable-ish.
- In my heart of hearts, I believe the bed will be in my nightmares for weeks to come.
Final Thoughts:
Hilton Garden Inn, Overland Park, Kansas: 6/10. Would recommend, with a stern recommendation for a bed check. And if you see a sinking mattress, run for the hills. Or at least, ask for a different room. Just sayin'. And maybe bring your own waffle maker. You’ve been warned.
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So, What IS Your Thing, Anyway? (And Do You Even Know?!)
Okay, deep breath. As in, *really* deep. You want a label? Fine. Let's say I'm a… *survivor* of… well, everything. That sounds dramatic, doesn’t it? Like I'm some post-apocalyptic warrior battling sentient dust bunnies. (Which, by the way, I wouldn't put past the dust bunnies living under my couch. THEY JUDGE.) Seriously though, I'm wading through the swamp of adulthood, making it up as I go along, like a toddler trying to navigate a minefield of responsibilities. The "thing" is probably just… *living*. With a LOT of messy bits. And coffee. Lots and lots of coffee.
Are You… Happy? Like, Truly and Utterly Happy? (Don't Lie!)
Oh, HELL no. (Sorry, bad habit. Blame my mom.) Look, happiness is… fleeting. Like a really good sale on shoes. You get a burst of joy, but then you realize you have to pay your rent. So, am I happy *all the time*? Absolutely not. And frankly, I'd be terrified of anyone who *was*. They're either lying, on something, or secretly plotting world domination. I have moments of pure, unadulterated joy. Like, when my dog finally understands the "stay" command. Pure bliss! I also have days where I hide under the covers and contemplate my life choices (mostly involving bad decisions at karaoke). It's a spectrum, people. A glorious, messy spectrum. And I wouldn't give it up for all the perfectly happy robots in the world. Seriously, robots are creepy.
What's Your Biggest Flaw? (Be Honest, This Is Therapy, Kinda.)
Oh, I have SO many to choose from! Where do I even begin? Okay, let's start with the obvious: procrastination. I'm a *master* procrastinator. I can put off anything. Anything at all! Writing this? Started it hours later than I planned. Folding laundry? Currently staring at a mountain of clean clothes that's developing its own ecosystem. I blame my brain. It's constantly telling me, "Oh hey, you've got a *whole* lifetime to do that. Let's... watch cat videos!" And I, being the weak-willed human that I am, often succumb. It's terrible. I’m also, probably, a tad too self-deprecating. But don't worry, I'm working on it (sort of). Okay, I'll be truthful, I'm not.
What's something you're PROUD of?
Hmm… That's actually a hard one. Because there's a LOT of stuff I'm not-so-proud of. But okay, I recently… finally… *finished* that online course I started, like, a year ago. It's a small victory but a victory nonetheless. I got a certificate! And honestly, I felt like I'd climbed Mount Everest. I honestly think I underestimated how hard it was. I lost motivation so many times! But I did it! And I'm proud of my little self. Also, I haven't killed my plants in a while. That's a win too.
What’s Your Favorite Coffee Order? (This is Important.)
Okay, YES. *Finally*. Something I'm an expert in. My go-to is… a double-shot latte with oat milk and a sprinkle of cocoa powder. Don’t judge me, okay? It’s a *ritual*. The perfect start to the day, the perfect pick-me-up, the perfect everything. I was once so stressed, so utterly FREAKING stressed, that I forgot to order my coffee before a VERY important meeting. I almost had a breakdown. The meeting was about...well, doesn't matter. Point is: I needed my coffee fix. It's the thing that keeps me calm, like a fluffy blanket for my insides. Seriously, I judge coffee shops by the quality of their oat milk. Yes, I'm THAT person.
What's One Thing You're REALLY Bad At?
Ah, the list is endless… but let's go with… remembering names. I’m ABYSMAL at remembering names. It's like my brain just throws them out the window after the first five seconds. I’ve met people, like, five times and still draw a blank. It's mortifying. I once ran into a guy at the grocery store who I'd worked with for a YEAR. And I just blanked. I just smiled and nodded. Luckily/unluckily he was too polite to call me out. I just panicked and quickly fled the frozen pizza aisle. Now, I prepare myself for awkward encounters. It's a whole thing. I'm hoping that when I get old, I'll have this advantage. Nobody will know if I'm remembering their name or not.
What's a Guilty Pleasure You're Not Ashamed to Admit?
Reality TV, and *NO* I'm not sorry! Give me a trashy show, some drama, and a whole bag of microwave popcorn, and I'm in heaven. It's my brain-break. My escape. It's mindless, it's silly, and I LOVE IT. Judge me all you want. I also have a secret stash of… let's just say "questionable" action figures from when I was a kid. They bring me joy. Don't ask.
What's the ONE Thing You'd Change About Yourself? (If You Had a Magic Wand?)
Ooooh, Magic Wand time! Honestly, it'd be this tendency to overthink EVERYTHING. Every. Single. Thing. It's exhausting. Especially with the laundry situation. I also overthink about what to eat and what to watch on TV! It paralyzes you sometimes. I'd love to just… switch off the constant internal monologue and say "yes" more often. Just once, it would be nice to have that automatic impulse, "I like that." I get so wrapped up in analyzing and dissecting every little thing, thatHotel Whisperer
