Holiday Inn Express Hotel & Suites Cincinnati-Blue Ash By IHG United States

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Alright, strap in, because we're about to dissect this hotel like a frog in high school biology! And let's be honest, who really enjoyed that? Anyway, let's get into this review of, because let's be real, you're not booking a stay unless you KNOW.

Accessibility: The Real Deal (and Where They Could Do Better)

Okay, so "Accessibility" is the first thing on the list, and it's where things get… interesting. They CLAIM to be wheelchair accessible, which is HUGE. But let’s be honest, “wheelchair accessible” can mean anything from "ramp that vaguely resembles a ski slope" to "actually, yes, you can navigate this property." I'd need to see specific details on room accessibility (bathroom grab bars, wider doorways, etc.) to fully believe it. Huge point if the ramp isn’t a death trap, though! They score points for having an elevator (essential!) and facilities for disabled guests.

On-site accessible restaurants / lounges: This is key. If you're gonna call yourself accessible, you gotta have places where people can actually, you know, eat.

Internet: The Glorious & Necessary Wi-Fi Saga

Free Wi-Fi in all rooms?! Hallelujah! In this day and age, it's non-negotiable. They get serious points for that. Plus, free Wi-Fi in all rooms – again, winning. Internet [LAN]? Good for the old-school folks, I guess, but honestly, who uses those anymore? Wi-Fi in public areas? Necessary. Because stalking your ex is important.

Cleanliness and Safety: The Post-COVID Obsession (and Some Doubts!)

Right, the pandemic changed everything. I'm going to be highly suspect. This is where they try to win us over, and it better be good. "Anti-viral cleaning products," "daily disinfection in common areas," "rooms sanitized between stays"… Sounds promising, but let's be real: how's that really playing out in practice? I'm gonna want proof of those “professional-grade sanitizing services”, and I’d be watching staff like a hawk.

The fact that they offer room sanitization opt-out is a nice touch – shows they respect your choices. However, no mention of whether the air-con systems are sanitised, which is super important.

Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: The Glutton's Guide

Alright, the most important section! Let's dive in!

Restaurants, Restaurants!!! A la carte, buffet, international, Asian, vegetarian? YES, YES, YES! And a coffee shop? Sold! Breakfast buffet? My preferred way to start a vacation.
The Bar: A pool-side bar is a must-have. Especially with happy hour.
Room Service: 24-hour?! Now we're talking. Late-night pizza is a life requirement.
Specialities: A bottle of water is a nice but mostly useless gesture, same with coffee and tea.

The Experience That Sold Me: Imagine this: you roll out of bed at a luxurious pace, the blackout curtains holding back the sun’s glare. Your stomach rumbles, but alas, you've got the hangover from Hell. You crack open the door and grab a complimentary bottle of water. It's been hours since you last ate. You grab the phone. You dial room service. You order a massive plate of French toast. The food shows up ten minutes later than expected. You take a bite of the French toast. It's warm, buttery, and oh so satisfying. The world is a little better.

Services and Conveniences: The Extras That Make You Feel Fancy (Or Broke!)

The Basics: 24-hour room service, daily housekeeping, dry cleaning, laundry service, and currency exchange? Good. This means that you can look presentable. Otherwise, what's the point of travelling.
The Glitches: The elevator is a must, but I've stayed in places where "elevator" meant "cage of death." Let's hope this one is decent.
The Extras: Gift/souvenir shop? Always a danger to my wallet. Concierge service? Crucial for getting the best tips. Luggage storage and safe deposit boxes? Essential.

For the Kids: Baby Sitting, Family/Child Friendly:

Babysitting Service is a good option.
Kids facilities are a must have.
Kid's meal is a welcome addition.

Getting around: The Important Stuff!

Having airport transfer, parking and taxi services available would make life so much easier.

Available In All Rooms: The Comfort Zone

Okay, let's run through this checklist of in-room amenities:

The Must-Haves: Air conditioning (duh!), free Wi-Fi, a comfy bed with extra long beds, a mini bar.
The Luxuries: Bathrobes and slippers – feels fancy!
The Essentials: Ironing facilities, desk, and a coffee/tea maker.
Less Crucial, but Nice to Have: A bathtub, a separate shower, and a seating area.
Things that should exist that don't: A decent sized window.

My Quirky Conclusion

Alright, so, is it enough? It's a strong contender. The accessibility needs to be PROVEN, not just claimed. The cleanliness is a big deal, so the proof is in the pudding. The dining options are excellent. Overall, I'd say, based on this info, it's got a solid chance of being a great stay.

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Okay, buckle up, buttercups. This isn't your perfectly-organized travel itinerary. This is the REAL DEAL, the messy, hilarious, sometimes-disappointing, and ultimately, beautiful chaos of a trip to Cincinnati, starting (and mostly staying) at the Holiday Inn Express & Suites Cincinnati-Blue Ash. I've tried to weave in all those things you asked for – the honesty, the quirks, the rambling… you've been warned. Here we go:

Day 1: Arrival and the Crushing Reality of the "Free" Breakfast

1:00 PM: Land at CVG (Cincinnati/Northern Kentucky International Airport). Okay, so the flight was fine. Nothing to write home about. Although, the woman in 23B did cough directly onto my neck. Rude.
2:00 PM: Uber to Holiday Inn Express & Suites Cincinnati-Blue Ash. The driver was listening to polka music. I didn’t understand a word, but it strangely set a good mood.
3:00 PM: Check-in. Honestly, the lobby smelled like freshly-washed laundry and… ambition? Okay, maybe not ambition, but it felt clean. The smiling front desk guy was almost too cheerful. I'm suspicious of perpetually happy people.
3:30 PM: Room Reconnaissance: Okay, the room is… adequate. Two queen beds. Cleanish. The TV works. Always a win. Oh god, and the view. The view is… of the parking lot. Sigh. This is my life now.
4:00 PM – 6:00 PM: Unpack, nap attempt, fail. The afternoon sunlight was brutally…sunny. Turns out, trying to sleep during daylight hours is a skill I haven't unlocked. Started scrolling through TikTok. Ended up watching videos of baby goats and feeling vaguely emotional. Don’t judge me.
6:00 PM: Venture out for dinner. Found a diner nearby. The waitress, Betty, was a force of nature. Her hair was in a beehive that defied gravity. She called me "Hon." The food was… well, it was diner food. Greasy, satisfying, and exactly what I needed. I ordered the patty melt. It was glorious.
7:30 PM: Back to the hotel. Watched some terrible TV.
8:00 PM – 9:00 PM: Tried, again, to get some sleep. Failed again.
9:00 PM: Stared at the ceiling. Contemplated my life choices. Ate a bag of chips.
Morning (Sometime after 7:00 AM, don't even ask): The dreaded "Free" Breakfast. Okay, this is where things went off the rails. "Free" breakfast is a lie. It's a curated experience of pre-packaged carbs and slightly-questionable protein. The scrambled eggs looked like they had been engineered in a lab. The coffee tasted like sadness, but, I needed to wake up. The waffle maker? Oh, that was a drama. I managed a slightly burnt, oddly-shaped waffle. Added too much syrup. Regretting everything. Everything.

Day 2: The Cincinnati Zoo & The Unexpected Power of Ice Cream

9:00 AM: (Post-Breakfast Trauma): Strolled over to the Cincinnati Zoo and Botanical Garden. I went with the idea of "letting nature take over".
9:30 AM – 1:00 PM: Zoo-ing! The animals were amazing. The gorillas were my spirit animals. The orangutans were doing something. The polar bears were, well, polar bearing. It was hot and humid. I saw a rhino poop. A lot. I also saw a very cute sloth.
1:00 PM: Lunch: Found a mediocre hotdog. Overpriced. Regretting the breakfast choice.
1:30 PM: Walked through the botanical garden. Made my soul feel good.
2:00 PM: The ice cream. Okay, this is where things changed. Found a little ice cream shop on the way back. It was called, "Cone of the King".
2:00 PM – 3:00 PM: I ordered a double scoop of chocolate and vanilla. Sat on a bench in the sun. And just breathed. It was the perfect moment. The ice cream was amazing. Smooth, creamy, pure happiness in a cone. I swear, I could feel the stress melting away with every bite. The kids from the park were playing and laughing and I, an aging adult, found some kind of peace.
3:30 PM: Back at the hotel. Briefly considered diving into the parking lot, but decided against it.
4:00 PM - 6:00 PM: More TV. More mindless scrolling.
6:00 PM: Explored the area. Didn't find much. The restaurants seemed all chain-restaurants. I hate chain restaurants.
7:00 PM: More terrible TV.
8:00 PM: Ate candy.
9:00 PM: Stared at the ceiling. Slept (a little bit)

Day 3: Brewery Binge and The Airport Dash of Doom

8:00 AM: Attempted the "free" breakfast. Failed again. Sucked it up.
9:00 AM – 1:00 PM: Brewery Tour: I found the local brewery, it was "urban Artifact", very cool atmosphere, very delicious drinks.
1:00 PM – 2:00 PM: Lunch: I ate a lot. The atmosphere was relaxing.
2:00 PM: Strolled around the city.
3:00 PM: Uber to the airport.
3:30 PM – 4:00 PM: Security. Somehow got stopped. They found my empty water bottle.
5:00 PM: On the plane.
6:00 PM: Arrived safely home.
The Verdict: The Holiday Inn Express was… fine, I guess. Clean-ish. The "free" breakfast was an abomination. Cincinnati, however, had some serious gems. The ice cream, the zoo, and the breweries. Definitely worth it, even with the parking lot view and the questionable waffles. Yeah, sure. I’d go back… eventually.

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Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into the glorious, chaotic, wonderfully imperfect world of *[Insert Topic Here - I need a topic! Let's say... **Learning to Bake Bread**]*. This isn't some pristine, perfectly-edited blog post. This is a messy, flour-dusted, slightly burnt-on-the-bottom, and utterly *real* FAQ about my own epic bread-baking journey. Get ready for some rambles, opinions, and the occasional tear (usually from laughing).

So, Why Bread? What possessed you?

Ah, the million-dollar question! Honestly? Instagram. Seriously. Seeing those perfectly-scored loaves, all golden-crusted and impossibly airy, felt like a personal challenge. Like, "Oh yeah? You think *you* can't do that? Well, *I* think you're wrong." Plus, the whole "smell of homemade bread filling the house" thing is a powerful siren song. My apartment, sadly, smelled mostly of burnt toast and faint despair for a while. (More on that later…)

What's the hardest part about baking bread? Don't sugarcoat it.

Okay, deep breath. The hardest part? Patience. Lord have mercy, the *patience*! Waiting for the dough to rise. Waiting for it to proof. Waiting for it to bake. It's like watching paint dry, only you're also terrified that the paint will suddenly explode and ruin everything. And let's be real, my first attempts? They were less "exploding" and more "deflating into a dense brick of sadness." I’m pretty sure I actually shed a tear the first time my meticulously-made sourdough collapsed in the oven. It felt…personal.

What kind of bread are you talking about? Sourdough? Crusty Boule? Focaccia? Be specific!

Oh, honey, *all* of them! Or, well, the ones that *didn't* defeat me. Started with a basic no-knead crusty loaf. That was…decent. Then, I went full-blown sourdough obsessed. The starter, Gertrude (yes, I named my starter – don't judge!), became my…well, my *child*. I fed her regularly, talked to her (a little), and wept when she refused to rise. Focaccia? Beautiful, oil-drenched, wonderfully forgiving focaccia. It’s basically the bread equivalent of therapy. Boule? Still working on it. Currently battling a persistent problem of "flat, crunchy, and looks like a frisbee" syndrome. But I will conquer. I WILL!

What's the biggest mistake you've made? Because, you know, we all mess up.

Oh boy. Let's talk about The Great Flour Incident of '23. I was making focaccia. Feeling *good*. Feeling confident. I thought, "Hey, maybe I'm actually…good at this!" Then, I accidentally knocked over the entire bag of flour. Like, the WHOLE thing. It was everywhere. On the counter, on the floor, in my hair, in my *lungs*. I spent a solid hour cleaning, which, ironically, is the same amount of time it takes for the dough to rise. It was soul-crushing. The focaccia? It was…*fine*. But the memory? Forever etched in my brain as a symbol of epic, flour-based humiliation. And, yes, I *did* use a shop vac. Don't judge me!

What's your favorite bread to make now? And why?

Right now? Focaccia, hands down. It’s like the bread-baking equivalent of a hug. You can't really mess it up (unless you, you know, flour-bomb your kitchen). It's beautiful, it's delicious, and it smells amazing. Plus, you can top it with all sorts of wonderful things – rosemary, tomatoes, olives, whatever your heart desires! It's the bread I trust to *usually* make me happy. It's reliable. And, frankly, after the sourdough drama, a little reliability is a *very* good thing.

Any tips or tricks for a bread-baking newbie?

Okay, here's the gospel according to me: * **Read the recipe *carefully* before you start.** Sounds obvious, but I’ve skipped steps. Multiple times. * **Don't be afraid to fail.** You *will*. It's part of the process. Embrace the learning! (And the occasional brick of bread). * **Invest in a good kitchen scale.** Measuring by weight is *way* more accurate than measuring cups. Trust me. * **Don't get discouraged.** It's a journey, not a race. And even when the journey involves a mountain of flour and a crying fit, it's still worth it. * **Gertrude...er, your starter needs to be fed regularly if you do sourdough.** * **Seriously, be patient.** I can’t stress this enough. Drink tea, binge-watch a show, do some yoga…do *something* to occupy yourself while the dough does its thing. * **Find a good YouTube channel.** Or, find a bad one! Just don’t get discouraged if your loaf doesn’t look like theirs the first time. Or the tenth time.

What's the weirdest thing that's happened while baking bread?

Okay, this one’s a doozy. I was trying a recipe for… *rustic* loaves. Big, beautiful, supposedly easy loaves. Everything was going great! The dough was rising beautifully, the oven was preheating, I was feeling smug. Then, I opened the oven door… and found that a *mouse* had somehow gotten INSIDE. I kid you not. A tiny, terrified mouse was running around, trying to escape the heat. I screamed. I ran. I eventually managed to rescue the mouse (who, thankfully, was unharmed, if a little traumatized) with a broom. The bread? Totally ruined. The memory? Priceless. And I *still* have no idea how the mouse got in there. Bread baking is a wild ride, folks.

So, is it worth it? The time, the mess, the potential for flour-based disasters?

Absolutely. Even with the tears, the frustration, and the occasional rodent infestation. There's something truly magical about pulling a warm, freshly baked loaf of bread out of the oven. The smell, the taste, the pride… it's all worth it. Besides, youHotel Hop Now

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