Luxury Redefined: Uncover the NH Shenyang's Hidden Gems
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into a review – less polished travel blog, more unfiltered me rambling about my stay. Forget the perfectly-crafted prose; this is real, messy, and hopefully, helpful. Let’s get it done!
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The Good, the Bad, and the Utterly Baffling
Right, where do I even start? This hotel – let's call it the "Grand Majestic" (totally made up name, but you get the vibe) – promised the world. And, in some ways, it delivered. But like any relationship, it had its…moments.
Getting In – And Getting Around:
- Accessibility: Okay, HUGE thumbs up here. The Grand Majestic mostly delivered on the accessibility front. The lobby? Wide open, glorious. Elevators? Plentiful and spacious. Wheelchair accessible? Yes, apparently a lot. I didn’t actually need a wheelchair, but I always appreciate a place catering to diverse needs.
- On-site Accessible Restaurants/Lounges: The main restaurant seemed doable, with plenty of space between tables. The pool bar? A little tighter, but still manageable. But let's be honest, I didn’t spend hours in there examining how well it fulfills its promise, I just ate and left!
- Check-in/out [Express/Private]: Ah, the "express" check-in. Sounds fancy, right? Well, it was fast… after a minor hiccup. My room wasn't quite ready because a previous guest "apparently requested a whole new sanitization service" – drama much? I got a complimentary drink voucher, which soothed the annoyed beast inside. The private check-out was a godsend, though. Who wants to stand in line after a long stay?
The Tech Life & Other Luxuries:
- Internet, Internet [LAN], Internet Services, Wi-Fi in Public Areas, Wi-Fi for special events, and FREE WI-FI in rooms! Okay, let's get one thing straight. Free Wi-Fi in every room is a non-negotiable these days. The Grand Majestic nailed this one. Wi-Fi strong, consistent. Couldn't have asked for more. Because when your review is based on internet access, it is usually not a great sign.
- Audio-visual equipment for special events, and Meeting/banquet facilities, Meetings, Seminars: Didn’t attend any seminars or weddings, but the facilities looked impressive. Like, "I'm secretly hoping I get invited to a swanky gala here" impressive.
- Facilities for disabled guests: See Accessibility above. The commitment was evident, in the design.
- Business facilities, Xerox/fax in business center: I saw the business center, but I was on vacay, so I kept getting lost in the beauty of just existing. Didn't bother.
The Spa & Relaxation Zone (Where Dreams…And Massages…Are Made):
- Spa, Spa/sauna, Steamroom, Massage, Pool with view, Sauna, Body scrub, Body wrap, Foot bath: Right, I’m a spa kinda gal. And this spa…this spa was pure bliss. The massage was everything I needed and more. The masseuse, bless her skilled hands, somehow managed to knead out tension I didn't even know I was carrying. Pool with a view? Check. The kind of view that makes you want to sip champagne at 10 am (which, let's be honest, I probably did). The sauna, steam room, and foot bath were all top-notch. The whole vibe felt incredibly…zen. This might have changed the world.
- Fitness center, Gym/fitness: Okay, I wandered in once…and then promptly retreated to the pool. I'm not a gym bunny on vacation.
- Swimming pool, Swimming pool [outdoor]: The outdoor pool was stunning. Seriously, Instagram-worthy. Clean as a whistle, and again, with that killer view. Spent way too much time there. No regrets.
Cleanliness, Safety & The COVID Circus:
- Cleanliness and safety: The Grand Majestic took safety seriously. Hand-sanitizer everywhere. Staff in masks and gloves.
- Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, Hygiene certification, Individually-wrapped food options, Physical distancing of at least 1 meter, Professional-grade sanitizing services, Room sanitization opt-out available, Rooms sanitized between stays, Safe dining setup, Sanitized kitchen and tableware items: They clearly had a whole "pandemic protocol" playbook. I felt safe, which made everything more relaxing.
- Doctor/nurse on call, First aid kit: Always nice to know these are available.
- Smoke alarms: These also added to my peace of mind.
Dining, Food Glorious Food (And the Occasional Mishap):
- Restaurants, A la carte in restaurant, Alternative meal arrangement, Asian breakfast, Asian cuisine in restaurant, Bar, Bottle of water, Breakfast [buffet], Breakfast service, Buffet in restaurant, Coffee/tea in restaurant, Coffee shop, Desserts in restaurant, Happy hour, International cuisine in restaurant, Poolside bar, Room service [24-hour], Salad in restaurant, Snack bar, Soup in restaurant, Vegetarian restaurant, Western breakfast, Western cuisine in restaurant: The dining options were plentiful. Breakfast buffet? Extensive, though the eggs benedict were slightly overcooked one day (minor quibble). The pool bar was perfect for lazy lunches.
- Breakfast in room, Breakfast takeaway service: Nice options, though I mostly preferred the buffet.
Services & Conveniences (The Perks that Make a Hotel a Home):
- Air conditioning in public area, Concierge, Daily housekeeping, Doorman, Elevator, Facilities for disabled guests, Gift/souvenir shop, Ironing service, Laundry service, Luggage storage, Safety deposit boxes, Smoking area, Terrace: The usual suspects. The concierge was super helpful with recommendations. Housekeeping kept my room spotless. The terrace was a lovely spot for a sunset drink (or five).
- Contactless check-in/out, Cash withdrawal: Seamless and easy-peasy.
- Currency exchange: Always useful.
For the Kids (If You Must):
- Babysitting service, Family/child friendly, Kids facilities, Kids meal: Didn't have any kids with me, but the hotel clearly catered to families. Saw a play area, kids' menus, the whole shebang.
The Room (My Sanctuary…With a Few Quirks):
- Available in all rooms, Additional toilet, Air conditioning, Alarm clock, Bathrobes, Bathroom phone, Bathtub, Blackout curtains, Carpeting, Closet, Coffee/tea maker, Complimentary tea, Daily housekeeping, Desk, Extra long bed, Free bottled water, Hair dryer, High floor, In-room safe box, Interconnecting room(s) available, Internet access – LAN, Internet access – wireless, Ironing facilities, Laptop workspace, Linens, Mini bar, Mirror, Non-smoking, On-demand movies, Private bathroom, Reading light, Refrigerator, Safety/security feature, Satellite/cable channels, Scale, Seating area, Separate shower/bathtub, Shower, Slippers, Smoke detector, Socket near the bed, Sofa, Soundproofing, Telephone, Toiletries, Towels, Umbrella, Visual alarm, Wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free], Window that opens: My room? Luxurious. Air conditioning blasted like a hurricane (my personal preference!). The bed was HUGE and comfy. The separate shower and bathtub were a nice touch.
- Room decorations: A bit…generic but okay.
- Non-smoking rooms: Thank goodness.
- Soundproof rooms: Mostly. I did hear some late-night revelry one night, but I'm a light sleeper.
- Additional toilet: Not in my room, but I don't think many rooms had this.
The Little Things Others Might Miss:
- Pets allowed unavailable - I don't travel with pets, just wanted to make sure.
- Exterior corridor: Didn't have to struggle through some dank, dark, exterior corridors.
- Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site], Taxi service, Valet parking: Easy parking, easy access to transportation.
- Security [24-hour], Front desk [24-hour]: Made you feel…safe.
The Verdict
Overall? The Grand Majestic delivered. The spa alone was worth the price of admission. The service was generally excellent, the rooms comfortable, and the facilities top-notch. There are a few minor gripes, sure, but the positives far outweighed the negatives. I'd go back in a heartbeat
Escape to Comfort: Hampton Inn Johnstown Richland Awaits!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups. This isn't your grandma's perfectly pristine itinerary. This is my attempt at navigating the NH Hotel Shenyang and the glorious chaos of Shenyang itself. Let's see if I survive this, shall we?
NH Hotel Shenyang Shenyang, China - The Great Shenyang Shuffle (A Messy Play-By-Play)
Day 1: Arrival and the Beijing Blues (and maybe a bit of Shenyang Surprise!)
- 6:00 AM (Beijing Time - Ugh, the Jet Lag!): Wake up a crumpled mess in Beijing. Flight chaos. Lost luggage (prayers up!). My luggage miraculously shows up at the gate, only hours later though!
- 8:00 AM: Finally, a breakfast sandwich that tastes like cardboard but is a godsend after that ordeal. I might actually cry from relief.
- 9:30 AM - 11:30 AM: Flight to Shenyang. Praying to the travel gods for a smooth ride. And maybe a tiny miracle to erase the sleep deprivation.
- 11:30 AM-12:30 PM: Arrive in Shenyang! The air is…different. Not necessarily bad, just… different. And the airport is HUGE! I'm already slightly overwhelmed. Taxi hunt. Bargaining time! (Wish me luck, I'm terrible at it.)
- 1:00 PM: Check in to the NH Hotel Shenyang. The lobby is sleek, surprisingly minimalist. It's a welcome contrast to the airport zoo. But did I remember to pack an adapter? Cue internal panic
- 1:30 PM - 2:30 PM: Room. Finally. And…it’s…fine. Cleanish, maybe a slightly questionable stain on the carpet. But the bed looks inviting. I may nap. I definitely nap.
- 2:30 PM - 3:30 PM: Scrounged up the energy for a shower. The hotel bathroom is… functional. And apparently has a bidet. This could be either a cultural learning experience or a complete disaster. I'll report back.
- 3:30 PM - 4:30 PM: Explore. The city outside the hotel looks interesting. I'm going to try to find some food. Street food is risky, right? But so tempting…
- 4:30 PM - 6:00 PM: Street food triumph! Found a little stall with what looked like dumplings. Sign language and pointing got me a plate. They were…amazing. Seriously, life-changing dumplings. I might have shed a small tear of joy. The only down side? I’m pretty sure I have no idea what I just ate.
- 6:00 PM - 8:00 PM: Wandering around aimlessly, getting lost in the vibrant chaos of Shenyang. People-watching is a sport here. Every face tells a story, every street corner holds a surprise. I think I'm falling in love with this city, despite the jetlag.
- 8:00 PM: Dinner. Attempted to order something at a restaurant. Used Google Translate. Got a plate of something that looked… interesting. Turns out it's some sort of stew. Not bad, but I think I'll stick to dumplings.
- 9:00 PM: Collapse into bed. Exhausted but exhilarated. Already looking forward to what tomorrow brings. Or more likely, dreading it. But in the best way.
Day 2: Imperial Palaces and Karaoke Catastrophes (and possibly a dumpling overdose!)
- 8:00 AM: Wake up still tired, but the dumpling-love has sustained me. The breakfast buffet at the hotel is…. well, it's a buffet. Mostly unfamiliar things, but the coffee is passable.
- 9:00 AM - 12:00 PM: Visit the Imperial Palace of the Qing Dynasty! It’s supposed to be amazing. Hoping the palace is as beautiful as the pictures. Getting mentally prepared for crowds. and history.
- 12:00 PM-1:00 PM: Lunch. Back to dumpling research. I NEED MORE DUMPLINGS. Found a place down the street that seems promising. Crossing fingers.
- 1:00 PM - 4:00 PM: Explore the Zhao Mausoleum! The beauty of the monuments is impressive. Feeling like a real tourist now, which is kind of fun.
- 4:00 PM - 5:00 PM: Back to the hotel to recharge. A little downtime will be needed.
- 5:00 PM - 7:00 PM: Karaoke! Yes, really. My attempt at Mandarin is atrocious, my singing voice even more so, but how could I possibly visit China and NOT do karaoke? Pray for the locals. (and me)
- 7:00 PM – 8:00 PM: Dazed and slightly embarrassed, stumble out of the karaoke bar. Needed a lot of water to calm down.
- 8:00 PM: Dinner. Found a small restaurant again. More dumplings. And beer. I'm embracing the Shenyang lifestyle.
Day 3: Shopping, Parks, and the inevitable Departure
- 9:00 AM: More dim sum. Breakfast is my favorite meal.
- 10:00 AM - 1:00 PM: Shopping adventure! The hotel is near a shopping district. I intend to find some souvenirs. I hope to haggle well, and not make the mistake of buying something I don't need.
- 1:00 PM - 2:00 PM: Lunch. Last dumplings.
- 2:00 PM - 4:00 PM: Explore a park, maybe, or a museum. Something cultural, something relaxing. Before the stress of departure.
- 4:00 PM - 6:00 PM: Packing, last-minute souvenir checks, and a sad goodbye to my hotel room.
- 6:00 PM: Taxi to the airport. Goodbye, Shenyang!
- 7:00 PM: Airport check-in. Last chance for snacks.
- 9:00 PM: Takeoff. Sigh. Back home.
Post-Trip Reflections (aka, the Rambling Aftermath):
Shenyang, you were… a whirlwind. Completely unexpected. A little overwhelming, a lot of fun. Those dumplings… I'll dream about them for weeks.
The NH Hotel Shenyang was a solid basecamp, a haven from the city's energy. A few quirks, but overall, a good experience.
I didn't master Mandarin, I didn't see everything, I definitely made a fool of myself in karaoke, but I lived in Shenyang. And that's all that matters.
Would I go back? Absolutely. But I'll bring an extra suitcase, just for dumplings.
Why is garlic so damn… sticky when you chop it? Seriously!
Oh, the stickiness! It's the bane of my existence, sometimes. You'd think after, oh, I don't know, *years* of chopping garlic, I'd have mastered it. Nope. Still end up with those tiny, clingy pieces that attach themselves to everything, including your fingernails. From what I *think* I understand (and I could be way off, mind you, I’m no scientist), it's because of the sulfenic acids released when you cut the garlic. They get… sticky, I guess. It's a conspiracy, I tell you! A garlic conspiracy to make us doubt our knife skills. I've tried everything: sharp knives, dull knives, rocking, slicing, dicing… the stickiness persists. The best advice I can give? Embrace the stickiness. Keep a bowl of water nearby to rinse your knife frequently and wipe off your fingers as you go. And accept that you'll probably still end up with bits clinging to your hands. It's just part of the garlic experience, like watery eyes and feeling like you’ve been handling something radioactive.
Help! I burned the garlic! Is the whole dish ruined?
Okay, deep breaths. This happens to the best of us. And by "best of us," I mean *me*. Repeatedly. Burnt garlic is a culinary tragedy. One time, I was making something supposedly simple, like spaghetti aglio e olio. I was chatting on the phone, got distracted by how *hilariously* awkward this guy’s dating profile was, and… *poof*! Black smoke. The whole kitchen smelled like burnt tires. The dish? Completely nuked. This ain't a minor setback; this is a full-blown culinary bomb. But… maybe... maybe not *totally* ruined. It depends. If it's *just* the edges of the garlic that's charred, and only a tiny bit, and you catch it *immediately*, you might be able to salvage the dish. Remove the burnt bits quickly. You can add some fresh garlic towards the end of the cooking process, or try adding an acid like lemon juice or vinegar, which helps cut the bitterness. I’ve had to do this. Often . If it's *fully* burnt, black, and bitter? Honestly? Start over. Save yourself the misery. No amount of culinary magic can fix *that*. Embrace the failure. Learn from it (and resist the urge to scroll through dating apps while you’re cooking). Take it as a new beginning, consider it a learning experience, and next time, keep your eyes on the pan. Or don't answer that text. Probably the text.
How much garlic is *too much* garlic?
Ah, now we’re getting to the *real* questions! My personal philosophy? There’s no such thing as too much garlic. People always say that. I always believe it. But... realistically? It depends. On the recipe, on your audience’s tolerance (some people, I swear, are allergic to flavour), and on how much you like a little bit of… um… *garlic breath* later. I used to work at a place that sold garlic soup. A garlic soup! The recipe called for, like, a *whole head* of garlic in a single serving. I remember the first time I made it I thought "This can't be right". I was wrong. It was perfect. We all lived. I swear I could taste it for *days* afterward, and I loved it. The breath? Yes, it was pungent. But the flavor? Divine. I recommend slowly working your way up to a garlic intensity you are comfortable with. Start with a clove or two, then slowly work your way up. After a while, you will be craving more. You will embrace the flavor. You will embrace the garlic breath. And I, for one, won’t judge you if you go for a whole head. Just maybe keep some mints handy.
What's the best way to peel garlic?
Hah! The million-dollar question! I've spent hours—*hours*—of my life wrestling with garlic cloves. I’ve tried everything. The smashing method (works, but messy). The two-bowls-and-shaking-like-a-madman method (rarely effective, and terrifying for your glassware). The individual tiny-knife-and-patience method (utterly soul-crushing). Honestly? I haven’t found a *perfect* method. The best I've found is the smashing method, but gentle. Lay the clove flat under the side of your chef's knife. Press down, not with all your might, but with enough pressure to crack the skin. Then, *carefully* peel away the skin. But with this method, I use the tiny knife. It's like this weird dance. You're kind of pinching, kind of scraping. There's a lot of cursing involved. Some clumps come right off. Some... cling on for dear life. This is a good time to let some anger out. I have used my fist on a table or two. And you will have little bits left behind. Sometimes a lot. The key is not to get too worked up. Sometimes, I just buy pre-peeled garlic. It's sacrilege, I know. But sometimes, you just… can’t. And that's okay. I once used pre-peeled garlic because I was on a date. The date's not super relevant, but I was trying to impress. And I almost burned the garlic. I'm a failure.
Fresh garlic versus jarred garlic: does it even matter?
Okay, fight time! **Fresh garlic *always* wins.** There, I said it. Jarred garlic is convenient, I grant you, and sometimes… you *need* convenience. Maybe you are having a bad day, you are late, or you have a dinner party and can't be bothered. Sometimes, you just want to be lazy. But the flavor profile is just… *off*. It's muted, it's flabby, it's got a weird tang that fresh garlic doesn't have. It's a shortcut, and shortcuts often lead to disappointment. This is an *opinion*, of course. But I have a strong one. Fresh garlic has a pungent, vibrant flavour that jarred garlic just can't replicate. The scent as you chop it, the way it sizzles in the pan… it's a sensory experience. Jarred garlic is a flavour substitute that doesn't cut it. If you've got *time*? Fresh, baby. Always fresh. Treat yourself. But, you know... If you're in a pinch, jarred garlic won't ruin your meal. Just… don't tell anyone I said that. And if you're at a dinner party, bring fresh garlic. You'll impress them.
