Six Flags St. Louis Getaway: Your Perfect Comfort Inn Awaits!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because this review of a Six Flags St. Louis Getaway at the Comfort Inn? It's gonna be a wild ride, just like the Mr. Freeze ride (which, by the way, I DIDN’T HAVE THE GUTS to try, but I digress…). We're not talking sterile brochure speak here. We're talkin' real talk, about real experiences. And, oh boy, did I have some.
The Big Picture: Is This Worth the Trip? (Spoiler Alert: Mostly, Yeah!)
Let's be real. You're going to Six Flags. You're going to be fried, sunburnt, and probably a little hangry. You need a place to collapse. This Comfort Inn? It mostly delivers. But let's dissect the bloody thing, shall we?
Accessibility: Holding the Handrail
Okay, important note: I’m not personally in a wheelchair, but I am very aware of accessibility because my own mobility issues sometimes kick in. And the Comfort Inn? Pretty good. The elevators were a godsend (especially after climbing the stairs to the top of the log flume, which, again, my thighs are still weeping about). There were definitely ramps and accessible rooms (which, I peeksed--didn't enter, mind you! Nosey, but not rude!). Seeing a place actually care about accessibility is a huge win in my book. It's a big, bright, easy-to-navigate win. Bravo, Comfort Inn, bravo!
Cleanliness & Safety: Did They REALLY Sanitize the Remote?!
Alright, let's get to the heart of post-pandemic anxieties. Yes, they said they used "anti-viral cleaning products." They claimed to have a "daily disinfection in common areas." And I'm pretty sure I saw a guy spraying something down in the elevator. BUT? Here's the thing: the real test for me? The remote control.
And, dammit, I totally forgot to check it. By the time I was in bed, exhausted, flipping through channels, it was too late. But, I did see those little pre-packaged wipes everywhere and hand sanitizer stations at every turn. So, you feel like they're trying. And let's be honest, at this price point, they're doing a damn good job!
They had all that other stuff too – "Rooms sanitized between stays," "room sanitization opt-out available," "staff trained in safety protocol." You know, the usual pandemic drill. And the hand sanitizer? My hands were practically sticky with the stuff after a couple of days.
Dining, Drinking, & Snacking: Feeding the Beast
Okay, this is where things get a little… interesting. The Comfort Inn had complimentary breakfast. Woohoo, right? Well, it's a Comfort Inn breakfast. Think: rubbery eggs, lukewarm sausage, instant oatmeal that clumps like glue, and those awful, individually wrapped… I don't even know what they are. (I think it might have been a dry muffin thing? Maybe? I'm not certain.)
There was a little "grab-and-go" situation, because, ya know, Covid, and that was decent enough for a quick bite. "Breakfast Takeaway Service" - Yep.
There's no on-site restaurant, no poolside bar, no caviar dreams. But, and this is important: Six Flags itself is full of food options, and hey, there’s a convenience store, so you can always stock up on your essential snacks of choice. Don’t expect Michelin stars, but you won't starve.
They had a little vending machine. And the coffee? Surprisingly decent at some points, but I’d recommend some good ole’ coffee in your room!
Things to Do & Ways to Relax: Beyond the Roller Coasters
Let's be real, this isn't a spa retreat. It's a place to crash after getting whipped around on the Screaming Eagle. They had a swimming pool (outdoor), and I saw some people splashing around, which looked…refreshing. After sweating buckets in a theme park, it definitely looked appealing.
Fitness center? I peeked… and let's just say the equipment looked like it had seen better days. (Probably not the place to get shredded before hitting the rides.)
The Room: Comfort Zone or Comfort Cave?
Okay, the room. Finally. Let's talk specifics, shall we?
Available in all rooms: I mean a lot of options!
- Air conditioning: Praise be.
- Alarm clock: Useful. I needed that.
- Bathrobes: Nope. Not at this price point.
- Bathroom phone: Nope.
- Bathtub: Yes, and it totally sucked all the soreness out of my limbs after a day of rollercoasters.
- Blackout curtains: YES! Thank god. Essential for getting a little sleep.
- Carpeting: Yep. It was clean, to be fair.
- Closet: Functional.
- Coffee/tea maker: Hallelujah. And complimentary tea! Amazing.
- Desk: Fine for a quick email check (the Wi-Fi, by the way, was free and mostly decent. No buffering!).
- Extra long bed: Appreciated, especially after a long day.
- Free bottled water: Yes! A lifesaver after all that yelling and screaming on the rides!
- Hair dryer: Yep.
- High floor: I didn’t get a high floor. I got a good enough floor.
- In-room safe box: Fine.
- Interconnecting room(s) available: Yep. I don't have connecting rooms.
- Internet access – LAN: Never used it.
- Internet access – wireless: Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!
- Ironing facilities: Yep. Never used it.
- Laptop workspace: Yep.
- Linens: Clean.
- Mini bar: Nope, of course not.
- Mirror: Yep.
- Non-smoking: Essential.
- On-demand movies: I don't think so, but I could be wrong.
- Private bathroom: Yep. Essential.
- Reading light: Yep.
- Refrigerator: Bonus!
- Safety/security feature: Yep.
- Satellite/cable channels: Yep.
- Scale: I didn't stand one it.
- Seating area: Yep.
- Separate shower/bathtub: Not in my room.
- Shower: Yep.
- Slippers: Nope.
The little details…or not:
- Additional toilet: Nope
- Alarm clock: Yup
- Audio-visual equipment for special events: Nope (It's a Comfort Inn, not an opera house).
- Babysitting service: Nope.
- Bar: Nope.
- Bicycle parking: Nope.
- Bottle of water: Yep
- Business facilities Eh.
- Cash withdrawal: Yup
- Cashless payment service: Yes
- Check-in/out [express] Probably.
- Check-in/out [private]: Nope
- Coffee shop:Nope
- Concierge: Nope
- Contactless check-in/out: Yes, the future is here!
- Couple's room: Nope
- Daily housekeeping: Yep
- Desserts in restaurant: Not really.
- Doctor/nurse on call: Probably.
- Doorman: Nope
- Dry cleaning: Nope.
- Emergency numbers: Nope
- Elevator: Yep!
- Exterior corridor: Yep
- Family/child friendly: Yes
- Fire extinguisher: Yes.
- First aid kit: Probably.
- Food delivery: Nope
- Front desk [24-hour]: Yup.
- Gift/souvenir shop: Nope.
- Gym/fitness: Meh.
- Hand sanitizer: Everywhere.
- Happy hour: I wish!
- Hot water linen and laundry washing: Yes
- Hygiene certification: Uh, I'm trusting they did.
- Indoor venue for special events: Nope.
- Invoice provided: Maybe.
- Ironing service: Nope.
- Kids facilities: Nothing really.
- Kids meal: Nope
- Laundry service: Probably.
- Luggage storage: Yes.
- Meeting/banquet facilities: Nope
- Meetings: Nah.
- Meeting stationery: Nope.
- Massage: Nope
- On-site event hosting: Absolutely not.
- Outdoor venue for special events: Nope.
- Pets allowed: Nope
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Okay, buckle up, buttercup, because this isn't your grandma's perfectly polished travel brochure. This is a Comfort Inn-adjacent adventure, a Six Flags frenzy, and, frankly, a potential disaster waiting to happen. Here we go:
The "We're Supposed to Be Relaxing, But Are We?" St. Louis Scrapbook
Day 1: Arrival & False Starts (and the Comfort Inn Smell)
- 2:00 PM: Arrive at Comfort Inn near Six Flags. Okay, let's be honest, "near" is a generous term. It's…close enough. First impression? That classic Comfort Inn air…a blend of chlorine, stale air conditioning, and a faint undercurrent of "been-here-a-while." It's comforting in a way, like a slightly-worn-out teddy bear. (And yes, I've already checked for bed bugs. Don't judge me!)
- 2:30 PM: Unpack. Or, more accurately, attempt to unpack. My suitcase exploded in the lobby, spilling its contents like a garish, poorly-planned confetti shower. Now I'm wrestling with a rogue sock and trying to decide if that stain on my favorite t-shirt is from the last trip or the one before. I'm already considering asking if the room has a washing machine.
- 3:00 PM: Pool time! The brochure promised a "sparkling" pool. Sparkling is a strong word. Let's go with "aqua-adjacent." There are kids. Screaming kids. Everywhere. Apparently, it's "cannonball hour." Oh, joy. I retreat to a lonely chair, armed with sunscreen and a book I probably won't read. My inner peace is starting to crack.
- 4:00 PM: Snack attack! Scrounging through the vending machine. The selection is bleak. Chips that are probably older than some of the screaming children at the pool. Soda that tastes vaguely of metal. This is the epitome of vacation depression. Why did I agree to this again?!
- 5:00 PM: Dinner plans. And failure. I've checked Google, and it appears the only culinary options near the hotel are chain restaurants and a questionable looking diner advertising "World Famous Chili." I'm not feeling bold. I'm feeling "room service" but, uh, we don't have it. My mood tanks further. Ordering takeout. (Spoiler alert: It's pizza. Again.)
Day 2: Six Flags Saga (The Day of Rollercoaster Tears)
- 9:00 AM: Breakfast (Complimentary, of course!). The "continental" buffet is a culinary war zone. Pre-packaged muffins, questionable-looking scrambled eggs, and coffee that could strip paint. I make a strategic decision: I load up on the sugary cereal and pretend I'm five years old.
- 10:00 AM: Six Flags! We're going in! Armed with park maps and an unreasonable amount of optimism. I'm ready to conquer those rollercoasters!
- 10:30 AM: The lines. Dear god, the lines. The first ride is the kiddie coaster. I might barf. My stomach lurches at a speed that I did not expect.
- 11:00 AM: The first "big" coaster. I hold my breath during the steep climb, then scream, and then scream some more. My voice cracks from shouting. The wind whips through my hair, and for a brief, glorious moment, I'm actually enjoying myself. Then get off and want to just sit on a bench forever.
- 12:00 PM: Lunch: Greasier, more expensive, and even less appetizing than the Comfort Inn breakfast. I contemplate the morality of spending $15 on a burger. My stomach has already begun a revolt.
- 1:00 PM: More rollercoasters. My face is starting to hurt from laughing/screaming. People are staring. I am officially that crazy lady.
- 3:00 PM: The inevitable "kid meltdown." One child is screaming about height restrictions. Another is complaining about being too hot. I am starting to relate.
- 4:00 PM: We see the "show." I think it was "pirates" but, honestly? I was half-asleep. The heat is getting to me.
- 5:00 PM: We retreat. My legs ache, my face is sunburned, and my sanity is hanging by a thread. But, god, was it awesome?! I am exhausted and exhilarated.
- 6:00 PM: The pool again. Hoping for fewer screaming kids. Maybe some peace and quiet. More likely: chaos.
- 7:00 PM: Back to the pizza. I have no regrets.
- 8:00 PM: Watching TV with my favorite people. Thinking about how I would never want to redo that day, but also wanting to go again.
Day 3: Departure (and the lingering scent of chlorine)
- 9:00 AM: More of the breakfast. I skip the eggs this time. Stick with the cereal.
- 10:00 AM: Last-minute packing. Regretfully, I survey the landscape of the room. It's a disaster. (Surprise, surprise). I grab the laundry bag.
- 11:00 AM: Checkout. Say farewell to the Comfort Inn.
- 12:00 PM: Back to the real world. I already miss the rollercoasters.
Post-Trip Ramblings:
Okay, so it wasn't perfect. There were moments of frustration, moments where I questioned my life choices, and moments when I just wanted to curl up in a ball and disappear. But you know what? It was real. It was messy. It was… us. And despite the questionable food, the screaming kids, and the lingering scent of chlorine, I kind of loved it.
Would I do it again? Ask me in a few weeks. But right now? Yeah, I'm already looking at Six Flags season passes. Don't judge me. You know you're a little bit jealous.
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Six Flags St. Louis Getaway: Your Perfect Comfort Inn Awaits! (Or, You Know, Maybe Not) - FAQ, Because Let's Be Real.
Okay, So...What *Exactly* is This "Getaway"? Seems a Little Vague.
Is the Comfort Inn *Actually* Comfortable? I'm Seeing Mixed Reviews Online...
How Close is the Hotel to Six Flags? Because I Don't Want to Spend Hours in Traffic.
Do I *Have* to Stay at the Comfort Inn, or Can I Pick Another Hotel?
What About the Six Flags Tickets? Are They Good?
Is There a "Best" Time to Go? Any Tips for Avoiding Crowds?
What Happens if I HATE the Rollercoasters? Do I Just Stand Around Looking Miserable?
Can I just rant a bit about the parking? It sounds terrible.
