**Rochester's Hidden Gem: Centerstone Plaza Hotel Soldiers Field Luxury Awaits!**
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into a review of… well, wherever this place is, and it’s gonna be a wild ride. Forget the perfectly crafted, bland reviews you're used to. We're going raw, unfiltered, and probably a little bit rambling. Let's go! (And, for the SEO gods, let's sprinkle these keywords throughout like glitter on a particularly enthusiastic drag queen.)
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Alright, let's get messy…
First Impressions & Accessibility (Or, My Near-Disaster Before Breakfast)
Okay, so first things first: getting there. "Airport transfer," they promised. More like a pre-dawn scavenger hunt. The driver, bless his heart, looked like he'd been up since the dinosaurs. But hey, he got me there, finally. Airport transfer – check (mostly). Upon arrival, I was immediately impressed by the… well, attempt at grandeur. Think Vegas meets a slightly dusty museum. The check-in/out [express] promised speed, but the system went down faster than my willpower at a dessert buffet.
Accessibility… now, this is where things got interesting. They talk about wheelchair accessible rooms (thank god!), and facilities for disabled guests, but… the ramps. Oh, the ramps. Let's just say they were steeper than my ex's demands. I'm not in a wheelchair, but I swear I saw a couple of elderly folks nearly become human rolling pins. Maybe a minor detail they overlooked? This is important, I'm thinking of my aunt who uses a wheelchair and the accessibility is a major factor for her. Note to self: call her and confirm if this place it's a good choice for her.
On-site accessible restaurants / lounges? Hmmm. I did spot a few, but the navigating was a bit like a maze made of stilettos. More on the food later, 'cause I'm getting hungry already!
Rooms & Comfort (And My Battle with the Blackout Curtains)
Okay, in the room! It's got the obligatory Air conditioning, which is a lifesaver, and a desk that looks like it wants to be used. The wi-fi [free] is a godsend. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! – a major win in my book. Had to catch up with that last minute email, and that's what I did – the wi-fi was reliable. Internet, Internet [LAN], Internet services – all present and accounted for. Now I can work in my laptop workspace! I spent the afternoon with a work-from-hotel experience, that was actually convenient.
Available in all rooms:
- Air conditioning - definitely a high-priority
- Alarm clock - that works, thank goodness
- Bathrobes - I'm such a sucker for luxury
- Bathroom phone - why?
- Bathtub - I love baths
- Blackout curtains - these were the enemy
- Carpeting - old and dusty
- Closet - thank God for space
- Coffee/tea maker - morning bliss
- Complimentary tea - I'm a tea person
- Daily housekeeping - what they do, is awesome
- Desk - a bit shaky
- Extra long bed - for those nights you just want to stretch
- Free bottled water - I drank like a fish
- Hair dryer - powerful hair dryer
- High floor - a bit of a view
- In-room safe box - I used it
- Interconnecting room(s) available - great for big groups
- Internet access – LAN - reliable
- Internet access – wireless - fast
- Ironing facilities - never used them
- Laptop workspace - excellent
- Linens - comfy and fresh
- Mini bar - stocked, overpriced
- Mirror - perfect for selfies
- Non-smoking - essential
- On-demand movies - nice touch
- Private bathroom - clean
- Reading light - great
- Refrigerator - useful
- Safety/security feature - a must
- Satellite/cable channels - who watches TV?
- Scale - I didn't use it (lies)
- Seating area - comfy
- Separate shower/bathtub - nice
- Shower - strong water flow
- Slippers - oh my god, yes
- Smoke detector - phew!
- Socket near the bed - useful
- Sofa - good for chilling
- Soundproofing - didn't work that great
- Telephone - old fashioned
- Toiletries - luxury
- Towels - fluffy
- Umbrella - useful
- Visual alarm - good for accessibility
- Wake-up service - spot on
- Wi-Fi [free] - the MVP
- Window that opens - I needed some fresh air
Now, the blackout curtains. Oh, the blackout curtains. Seriously. They were like a concrete wall of darkness. Getting those things open in the morning was a full-body workout. Closing them? Another story completely. They fought me. I'm talking a battle of wills, me versus the stubbornest piece of fabric on the planet. Eventually, I conquered, but I swear I lost a few years of my life in the process. And, don't even get me started on the damn carpet…it feels like it hasn't been shampooed since the Jurassic period. But the extra long bed? Amazing. Slept like a (slightly dusty) baby.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking (Where the Journey Gets Interesting)
Ah, food. The fuel of life, and the potential downfall of any good hotel review. Let's start with breakfast. Breakfast [buffet]: a glorious, chaotic free-for-all. Asian breakfast, Western breakfast. The usual spread, croissants that were… slightly stale, and coffee that tasted suspiciously like dishwater. I mean, it was Coffee/tea in restaurant, but still. I might stick to juice for now. Restaurants offered A la carte in restaurant options, but the prices were a bit… eye-watering. I had to ask for Alternative meal arrangement since I'm vegetarian but the waiters were nice and responsive.
Let's talk about the Poolside bar. (The swimming pool [outdoor] was a beaut, by the way, with that coveted pool with view). The poolside bar? Perfection. Happy hour, Happy hour, happy me! The cocktails were strong, the snacks were… edible, and the people-watching was top-notch. They also had a Snack bar but I never used it.
I did have a salad at a restaurant and the Salad in restaurant was divine!
I also wanted to get some food delivered but there was no Food delivery service!
Spa & Relaxation (Where I Actually Got to Unwind)
Now, this is where things really got good. The Spa! Yes! The Spa/sauna was fantastic. I did a Body scrub and a Body wrap and fell asleep in the steam room (Steamroom). The massage? Pure bliss. They had a Massage and a Foot bath. Worth every penny. The Sauna was relaxing too – a perfect way to sweat out the stresses of… everything. The Fitness center was there, too. I, uh, looked at it. And then went back for another massage. Priorities, people!
Cleanliness and Safety (The Post-Pandemic Reality Check)
Okay, post-pandemic rules, right? The Cleanliness and safety checks were present. They had Hand sanitizer everywhere, Anti-viral cleaning products, and Rooms sanitized between stays. They advertise Professional-grade sanitizing services – I hope so. They also had Daily disinfection in common areas. They made the effort. I did appreciate the **Cashless
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Okay, buckle up, buttercups. We're going to Rochester, Minnesota, to the Centerstone Plaza Hotel Soldiers Field. Not exactly the dream vacation everyone’s picturing, but hey, life’s about unexpected adventures, right? And let's be honest, sometimes a clean bed and a continental breakfast are all you really need to survive a trip… or at least start the day. Here's my (slightly chaotic) plan:
Day 1: Arrival, Acceptance, and the Awful Room (Probably)
- Afternoon (like, late afternoon, because I hate getting up early): Arrive in Rochester. Pray the flight wasn't too delayed. I'm already picturing crumpled airport security, frantic last-minute packing, and that weird, vaguely judgmental TSA agent. Ugh. Okay, deep breaths. Remember to tip your Uber driver slightly more if they actually make it to the hotel on time.
- 4:00 PM - 5:00 PM: Check-in Hell (or, Hopefully, Not Hell): The eternal dance. Smile politely (even when the desk agent looks like they just survived a zombie apocalypse). Request a room away from the ice machine, the elevator, and any screaming toddlers. This is crucial. My success or failure of the first day depends on this.
- 5:00 PM - 6:00 PM: Unpacking and Judging the Room: Let's be real. The room will be either a) surprisingly nice b) a beige wasteland or c) somewhere in between. I prepare for the worst - a slightly stained carpet, a suspicious smell, and a flickering TV. Then proceed to judge everything. The thread count on the sheets? The quality of the artwork? It's all fair game.
- Important Realization that I forgot something: My Phone Charger.: Oh, great. Now I have to navigate the hotel lobby with my sad, dying phone, begging for a charger and feeling like a tech-dependent idiot. This is why I can't have nice things.
- 6:00 PM - 7:00 PM: Dinner and Discoveries - The Hotel Restaurant, Maybe?: I'm guessing the hotel restaurant is… functional. Probably the kind of place that serves a "chef's special" that’s been on the menu since the Clinton administration. Alright, bring it on. It is almost always a better option than going out into the freezing cold of Minnesota. The goal is to not over-order and regret it later.
- 7:00 PM - 9:00 PM: The First Round of Netflix & Bed: So, the hotel's gonna have a TV, right? Perfect. My soul needs nothing more than a good streaming marathon. I'll pick a movie, order some overpriced snacks from room service (because, convenience), and collapse onto the bed. Then, the big question… will the mattress be comfortable?
Day 2: Mayo Clinic and Mental Wellbeing
- Morning: Rise and face the day! Get ready for the continental breakfast. Make sure the coffee is hot. Try not to hog the waffle maker. Say hi to the other people. Be nice.
- 9:00 AM - 12:00 PM : The Mayo Clinic (Whatever That Means): Okay, this is where the whole reason for the trip comes in, which I am trying really hard not to think about. It's the main point, and the reason why I'm in Rochester. It's either going to be a life-changing revelation, or several hours of polite small talk and waiting rooms that feel like the waiting room of death. I plan to bring a book, a snack, and an unhealthy dose of optimism.
- 12:00 PM - 1:00 PM: Lunch, and the Existential Dread: Finding a good restaurant near the clinic is a mission. I'll search for something that doesn't require me to put on pants. This is also a perfect time to contemplate existence.
- 1:00 PM - 4:00 PM: Mental and Physical Healing: I'll be getting my treatment for a bit. This may be an emotional drain. This might not be. I'll try to bring my book. Maybe it'll be a nice change of pace and I can pretend I am well.
- 4:00 PM - 5:00 PM: A Moment of Peace (If I Can Find It): If possible, take a moment to decompress. Find a comfy chair, people-watch, and absorb the atmosphere. Sometimes, just observing the world is enough (it'll probably be in the hotel lobby).
- 5:00 PM - 9:00 PM: More Netflix & Bed: Ah, the sweet, sweet embrace of mediocrity. More streaming, maybe a pizza delivery (because, why not?), and a nice long sleep.
Day 3: Departure and Reflections (Or, More Likely, a Rush to the Airport)
- Morning: Repeat the breakfast routine. Try to remember where I put my charging cable. Pack up, pray the room is in reasonable shape.
- 9:00 AM - 10:00 AM: Last-Minute Panic and Check-Out: I hate packing, no matter how much I dislike the location, or enjoy it. I'll search for those one missing sock and the stray charging cable that always disappears. Try to check out before they charge me extra for anything.
- 10:00 AM - 11:00 AM: One Last Rochester Moment: One last attempt to explore something. Maybe find a small park and enjoy some nature, or grab a coffee and stare into the middle distance. Or maybe I'll be so eager to go home I head straight to the airport.
- 11:00 AM Departure: The actual flight. Assuming everything goes right… No delays. No lost luggage. No awkward encounters with seatmates. (Praying for a window seat!)
- Afternoon: Back home! Unpack. Throw laundry into the washer. And start planning the next slightly disastrous adventure.
Important Notes: This is just a framework, people! Everything could realistically change. I'm the kind of person who gets side-tracked by a particularly fascinating street sign or a cute dog. Embrace the unknowns, and don't be afraid to deviate from the plan. Also, if the hotel restaurant is awful, please tell me. I will need options. And if the trip is a disaster… well, at least I'll have a good story to tell. And I'm banking on the bed being comfy. Please let the bed be comfy.
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Okay, so... What *IS* this whole "thing" about? You know, the *topic*?
Alright, alright, settling in! Let's face it, sometimes even *I* forget what we're supposedly talking about. Fine. We're diving into......Well, it depends on the original question. But, let's just say we are here to help people with their life choices. Oh jeez, who am I kidding?! This is going to be a free-for-all, isn't it? Brace yourselves, people. We're gonna ramble. We're gonna philosophize. We're gonna probably end up comparing this to a weird analogy about squirrels. You've been warned.
Can I, like, actually *trust* all this advice? Seems sus...
HAHA! Trust? Look, I'm not your doctor, lawyer, or financial advisor. Or am I? Okay, definitely NOT. Think of me as your overly-caffeinated, slightly-unhinged friend who's seen a few things (mostly bad reality TV, tbh). Take everything with a mountain of salt, a dash of pepper, and maybe a whole bottle of tequila (for the courage). I *try* to be helpful, but I also once burned water while making tea. So, yeah. Trust your gut *before* anything I say. And if your gut is screaming, "Run!", listen to IT, not me. Also, if your gut tells you to eat the whole chocolate cake on the shelf, I'm with you.
What if... things go wrong?! What if... I make a terrible mistake?!
Oh honey, welcome to LIFE! Mistakes? We all make them! I once accidentally dyed my entire hair bright green thinking it was a temporary color. It wasn't. I looked like a swamp monster for a month. You know what? I survived. You will too! It's okay! It's okay not to be okay! The key is to learn from it, dust yourself off, and then maybe laugh about it later. (Or, you know, cry into a tub of ice cream. That's a valid response, too.) Plus, you'll have a GREAT story. The other day, I was trying to be helpful and ended up giving the worst dating advice to a friend. She listened which gave her an awful dating life! But look at all the funny memories we have!
Is there a "right" answer to this? Some kind of clear path?
Bwahahahaha! The "right" answer? Oh, you sweet summer child. If there *was* a right answer, life wouldn't be nearly as interesting (or as messy). Honestly, the "right" answer is whatever feels right to *you*. What makes you feel alive? What makes you, you? Find your own truth. Listen to your heart. Or your gut. Or the voices in your head (as long as they're not *too* crazy). And if you're still utterly lost, just embrace the chaos. Trust me, that's usually the most fun. I think, for me, the whole thing is about enjoying the journey and not taking things too seriously. But I'm not perfect, so everything is basically up for grabs.
Okay, so, about the *small stuff*. Like, where do I even *start?*
Ugh, the *small stuff*! I get it. It's the little things that trip us up, right? The ones that feel insignificant but somehow become giant, anxiety-inducing monsters. Okay, take a deep breath. Start with *one* tiny thing. And I mean TINY. Maybe it's answering a single email you've been dreading. Or taking a 5-minute walk. Or forgiving yourself for burning that water. Build from there. Celebrate those small victories! They matter! And if you mess up? Go back to the starting block and try again. And for the love of all that is holy, don't beat yourself up! Okay? Okay! I started by giving myself a break for not being perfect. And look where I am today!
What if I just feel... stuck? Like, utterly and completely frozen?
Oh, the dread! The paralysis! I know it well. I've been there. Frozen solid, like a statue made of overwhelm. Okay, here's what *I* do. First, acknowledge it. Yup, you're stuck. It's fine. It happens. Now, *breathe*. Ground yourself. Do something incredibly simple and physical: wash your face, stretch, or make a cup of tea (just... watch that kettle, okay?). Then, *gently* poke at the thing holding you back. Is it fear? Perfectionism? Laziness (been there, done that, got the t-shirt)? Identify the root cause. Then, take the TINIEST step you can think of. Doesn't have to be perfect, just has to *exist*. And if that step feels overwhelming, scale it back even further. Break it down until it's manageable. Keep chipping away. You'll move. Eventually. Maybe. (Okay, definitely. Probably. Eventually.) I had to get over my fear of people seeing me and then, I started with the things I was scared of!
What if other people's opinions are getting me down?
Ah, the endless chorus of "shoulds" and "shouldn'ts"! Other people's opinions... ugh. Honestly? Half the time, those people are just projecting their own insecurities. Try this: acknowledge their opinions. Then, decide which ones *actually* matter. Does YOUR opinion of you matter? Yes! Does your own happiness matter? YES! It's your life! You get to choose. And if someone's being a jerk? Limit the interactions, and protect your energy. You don't have to get into a debate. A simple "Thanks for the input" is often enough. Then, go do what makes you happy. And if that involves wearing mismatched socks, dancing in the rain, or eating cake for breakfast, so be it! I've been called all sorts of things, and well, most of it is true. So, I just focus on loving myself.
What happens if I start and it *still* doesn't help?
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