Unbelievable Westin Philly: Luxury You Won't Believe Exists!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because we're diving deep into the rabbit hole of the Unbelievable Westin Philly. They call it "Luxury You Won't Believe Exists," and frankly, my credit card is still recovering. Let's get into this mess… I mean, uh, comprehensive review, shall we?
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- Meta Description: Is the Unbelievable Westin Philly REALLY unbelievable? A brutally honest review covering accessibility, rooms, dining, amenities, and the all-important "is it worth it?" factor. Get the lowdown on this luxurious (and maybe not-so-perfect) hotel in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
(Ready? Let's go. This is gonna be a long one…)
First Impressions & The Accessibility Dance (Ugh, More Like Tango…)
Okay, so picture this: you've just driven through Philly (honestly, that alone deserves a medal) and you're finally pulling up to the Westin. The exterior? Sleek, modern, expensive-looking. I'm already starting to feel like a fancy person, and that's half the battle, right?
- Accessibility: Now, this is where things get interesting. They claim to be accessible, and they mostly are. The entrance? No problem. Check-in? Smooth sailing (more on that later). Elevators? Yep, they've got 'em. Important note: I rely on a wheelchair sometimes, and I can say with certainty that the accessibility here gets a B+. It’s good; not great. I’d call it “Passable with some small frustrations.”
- Bathroom Frustrations: The biggest issues? The accessible bathrooms, while technically compliant, were a little… cramped. Turning radius wasn’t stellar. Some grab bars were slightly off. Nothing egregious, but you definitely had to work to maneuver. It’s a common problem you see in luxury hotels – designed for the look not the practicality.
- Ramped Access: Ramps were present, but some felt a little steep if you have a manual wheelchair, which again is a common design flaw.
- Overall: They try to do the right thing, which I appreciate. But the details… they could use some work. (Maybe I should just start designing hotels…)
Rooms: The Sanctuary (Mostly, But…)
Okay, the rooms. My God, the rooms. They're… beautiful. Seriously.
- Available in all rooms: Well, let's be real: If air conditioning, alarm clock, bathrobes, (glorious, fluffy bathrobes!) are in the room, I'm already winning. Also: bathroom phone, bathtub, black-out curtains, carpeting, closet, coffee/tea maker (crucial!!!), complimentary tea, daily housekeeping (thank the heavens!), desk, extra long bed, free bottled water (essential for hydration!), hair dryer, high floor (okay, maybe I'm afraid of heights… but still a luxury!), in-room safe box, 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, wifi [free], window that opens (for fresh air, which makes a difference).
- My Room, My Fortress: My room had a king-sized bed (it was like sleeping on a cloud), and the blackout curtains… oh, the blackout curtains! They completely obliterated the Philly sun, allowing for some serious, guilt-free daytime napping. The “desk” was actually a comfy space to work. The closet had more space than my actual apartment. I really liked this.
- The Imperfection: Okay, the small imperfections: One of the lights flickered, something that drove me nuts after the first hour. And the WiFi, bless its heart, wasn’t always rock-solid. But honestly? Minor quibbles in the grand scheme of luxury.
- The Interconnecting Room: If you're traveling with others, the interconnecting room is really awesome.
Internet: The Great Wi-Fi War
- Wi-Fi in Public Areas: Good. Not spectacular, but consistently reliable for checking emails and general web browsing.
- Free Wi-Fi in All Rooms!: Okay, back to the free wifi in room: Yes, there’s free Wi-Fi. YES! Thank god. But it wasn't always as fast as I expected. Which is a real bummer if you need to, say, upload a massive video for work. Or, you know, binge-watch Netflix.
- Internet [LAN] & Internet Services: Yes, there's LAN, but who uses that anymore? Maybe my dad. Not me.
Dining, Drinking, & Snacking: A Culinary Adventure (Mostly Delicious)
- Restaurants (Plural!): They have a few restaurants, offering a variety of cuisines. The restaurants are a mix of okay with some standout dishes!
- The Asian Breakfast: I'd probably skip the Asian breakfast: a weird mix of dishes that are hard to nail down in a hotel (and often over-priced).
- Coffee Shop: Coffee shops are everywhere and make me happy.
- Bar: The bar is great and you can get whatever drink you want, but the prices are insane.
- Poolside Bar: If you're there in the summer, this is essential.
- Room Service [24-hour]: Okay, the room service is a game-changer. Late-night cravings? Boom. I ordered a burger at 2:00 a.m. one night (judge me, I dare you!), and it was delicious. And delivered by someone who seemed genuinely happy to be there. Now that's luxury.
- Happy Hour: Worth it? Depends. The deals are okay, but the atmosphere is more business-y. Maybe my idea of a happy hour is skewed, but this was lackluster.
- Snack Bar: Meh.
- A la carte in restaurant/ Buffet in restaurant: Again, a mixed bag. Breakfast buffet was extensive.
- Alternative meal arrangement: Good for dietary restrictions.
- Bottle of water: They give you bottled water.
Things to Do, Ways to Relax: Spa Bliss (Almost)
- Spa/Sauna: Now this is where the "Unbelievable" part almost lives up to the hype. The spa. The pool. The fitness center. These are genuinely impressive.
- Pool with View: The pool (indoor/outdoor, depending on the time of year) is gorgeous, with city views that are just chef's kiss. It was a little, but not distracting.
- Fitness Center: Excellent. Really, really excellent. Top-of-the-line equipment, plenty of space, and a view that made you almost enjoy working out. Almost.
- Body Scrub/Wrap/Massage: I got a massage, and oh. My. God. It was incredible. Worth every penny. I went from stressed-out traveler to limp noodle of relaxation in about 60 minutes.
- Steamroom: Yes.
- Foot bath: Yes.
- For the Kids/Babysitting: They have babysitting, but it’s more for the very high-end travelers.
Cleanliness & Safety: COVID-19 & Beyond
- Anti-viral cleaning products: Yes.
- Cashless payment service/Daily disinfection in common areas/Individually-wrapped food options/Physical distancing of at least 1 meter/Safe dining setup: And all the usual COVID-19 precautions. You'll feel safe, even a little too safe at times.
- Rooms sanitized between stays/Professional-grade sanitizing services/Staff trained in safety protocol: Felt very safe, so they get an A+ on that.
Services & Conveniences: The Little Things That Matter
- Concierge/Doorman/Luggage Storage/Daily housekeeping/Laundry service/Dry cleaning: The standard luxury offerings. Efficient, professional, and genuinely helpful.
- Air conditioning in public area: Yes.
- Elevator: Yes.
- Cash withdrawal/Currency exchange/Safety deposit boxes: Yes.
- Airport transfer/Taxi service/Valet parking/Car park [free of charge]/Car park [on-site]: A little bit of everything. Taxi service is everywhere!
**Getting
Escape to Paradise: Uncover the Secret of Baan Anattaya, Koh Yao Noi
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this Westin Philadelphia adventure is gonna be less "perfectly curated Instagram feed" and more "slightly frantic, caffeinated human trying to experience everything." Let's get this mess started!
Day 1: Arrival, Expectations, and That Pesky Bed
- 1:00 PM - Arrival & Check-in: Ugh, travel. It sounded so glamorous in my head. Now I’m wrestling a suitcase that’s clearly decided to stage a rebellion against civilization. Finally stumble into The Westin. Beautiful lobby! Actually…a bit overwhelming. All polished wood and hushed tones. Okay, deep breath. Check-in. "Room with a view, please!" I practically begged. (My tiny apartment is barely big enough to swing a cat, so "view" is a necessity.)
- 1:30 PM - Room Reveal & Existential Crisis: Okay, room. Decent. View? …Okay, it’s a brick wall. A very well-maintained brick wall, I’ll give it that. Immediately flop onto the Heavenly Bed. Seriously, this bed name is a lie. The bed is amazing, but a bad dream is chasing away any feelings of bliss. Wait, is my luggage okay? I had better call Bell Desk to have those items.
- Rambling Thought: Why is unpacking the most dreaded travel task? Do I need all five pairs of shoes? Probably.
- 2:30 PM - Lunch at the Hotel Restaurant (Liberty Social). Okay, lets eat! The menu looked promising, and I was STARVING. The restaurant was nice, but felt a little… blah. Nothing spectacularly wrong, just not a culinary explosion. I order the Cobb salad, and the waiter, bless his soul, kept calling me "ma'am." (I'm 32, damn it!).
- 4:00 PM - Wandering & Getting Lost (Part One): Philadelphia, I was told, is bursting with history. I wanted to embrace it. I did. I also got hopelessly, utterly lost within five minutes of leaving the hotel. Independence Hall, here I come! Wait, which way is "north" again? I swear, every other corner looks the same.
- 5:00PM (ish)- Philly Cheesesteak Panic: Okay, I *had* to have a cheesesteak. Serious life requirement. Armed with a crumpled map and the vague directions, I embarked on a quest. Pat's or Geno's? The eternal debate. I chose Geno's because the line was shorter. (I'm impatient, sue me.)
- Quirky Observation: The "patrons" at Geno's: a fascinating mix of tourists, locals, and people who clearly live here and are VERY particular with their cheesesteaks.
- Emotional Reaction: Cheesesteak: Glorious. Greasy. Perfect. I'm in love. I may never leave Philly.
- 6:30 PM - Back to the Hotel, Bedtime
- Imperfect Ending: I spent too much time eating my first cheesesteak, but that feeling of delight was worth the time. The evening was over with very little fuss. After a long day, I feel better.
Day 2: Culture, Coffee, and a Questionable Decision
- 9:00 AM - Power Breakfast… or Attempted Power Breakfast. I’m still trying to be that person who eats a healthy breakfast and gets a jump on the day. More like, "I frantically scarf down a muffin and over-caffeinate myself." The hotel coffee is passable, but I need the GOOD stuff.
- 10:00 AM - Museum of Art - Rocky Moment (and the Stairs!): "Alright, let's do this!" I tell myself. The Philadelphia Museum of Art. I'm going to get this done. I wanted to feel the vibe of Philadelphia. The art was decent. But you know what I was really there for? THE ROCKY STEPS. Climbed those babies like a caffeinated maniac. Felt like a champion. (Slightly out of breath, but a champion.)
- 11:30 AM - Coffee Reconnaissance: My caffeine craving had peaked and I had to go. Coffee Recon. Needed to find an authentic, preferably non-chain coffee place. After a brief search, I stumbled upon a quirky little cafe with local art and a barista who looked like he'd been up all night brewing. Fantastic coffee. The vibe was definitely the opposite of the Westin's hushed elegance and all the more appreciated.
- Emotional Reaction: Found my happy place. This is what I was looking for.
- 1:00 PM - Lunch & Reading Terminal Market: Okay, time for more food! I went to the Reading Terminal Market. I've had this market in my mind's eye since I'd booked the trip, and I was eager to see what it was like. The Reading Terminal Market was an assault on the senses in the best possible way. A cacophony of smells, sounds, and humanity. I sampled everything. (Maybe over-sampled.) My stomach and wallet were about to cry.
- 3:00 PM - "Historical Tour" - aka, Another Attempt to Not Get Lost (Fail): I attempted to get some history in, and got lost again! I wanted to see the Liberty Bell. I wanted to see Independence Hall. I ended up wandering in circles, dodging tourists, and feeling increasingly bewildered.
- 5:00 PM - The Questionable Decision: Discounted Souvenirs! Stumbled across a shop offering "authentic" Philly souvenirs at heavily discounted prices. Bought a "historic" Liberty Bell snow globe, a magnet that says "I <3 Philly," and a t-shirt that says "This town is the place to be."
- Emotional Reaction: Regret. Maybe I should have spent my money on a second cheesesteak?
- 6:30 PM - Dinner & Evening Exploration: Dinner at a nice restaurant. Enjoying the evening.
- 9:00 PM - Bed.
Day 3: Farewell, Philly… and a Promise to Return (Eventually)
- 9:00 AM - Final Breakfast & Packing: Enjoyed a quick breakfast downstairs at the hotel. Packed. Realized I had way too much stuff. Said goodbye to my amazing bed this morning.
- 10:00 AM - Final Philly Moments & Airport Bound: One last wander around my favorite parts of Philadelphia. I headed to the airport. I was so sad that I'm leaving the Westin Philadelphia.
- 1:00 PM - Homeward Bound!: Successfully navigate airport craziness. Board the plane. Reflect on the trip.
- Emotional Reaction: Exhausted. Satisfied. My credit card is screaming, but my soul is happy.
- 2:00 PM - A Promise: Philadelphia, I’ll be back. And next time, I'm conquering those cobblestone streets, finding the perfect cheesesteak, and maybe, just maybe, not getting lost. (Okay, probably getting lost.)
- 4:00 PM - Arrival home.
Okay, Fine. Let's Talk About [Topic, e.g., My Cat, Buying a Used Car, Learning to Knit]... (Ugh)
So, what's the absolute WORST thing about [topic]? And don't give me some corporate BS.
Alright, fine. The absolute, unadulterated WORST thing? Okay, for my cat, it's the hairballs. Sweet Jesus, the hairballs. You're strolling through your apartment, thinking, "Ah, peace and quiet," and then *BLURP!* Right in the middle of your pristine, freshly-vacuumed rug. It's like a miniature, furry landmine. You're scrambling for paper towels, gagging slightly... and you're also low-key impressed by the sheer *volume* of hair that came out of a creature the size of a loaf of bread. It's a love-hate relationship, honestly. The cat gets a cute little apology-head-rub, and I get...well, a stain remover bill. And the dread of the next one.
Is there *anything* good about it? Like, at all? (Be honest!)
Okay, now you're trying to trick me into sounding positive, aren't you? Look, for my cat again, yes. There *are* good things. Like, ridiculously good. When he decides to sit on my lap, purring like a tiny engine of joy... that feeling? Unbeatable. It’s the one moment a day I truly relax. So, yes. It's worth the hairballs, the 3 AM zoomies, the constant meow-begging. Seeing him do his little “hop-and-chase” after a laser pointer... oh man, I'd pay actual money for that. Seriously, I have. Don't judge me.
Okay, spill. Tell us something embarrassing that's happened to you related to [topic]. The juicier, the better.
Alright, buckle up. This is a doozy. Speaking of my cat, this involved a very important business meeting. I swear, it was THE meeting. The one that could have made or broken my career. I was on a Teams call, looking all professional, nodding at the screen, trying to sound intelligent. And then... *smack!* My cat, Mittens (yes, I know, the name is ridiculous), decided this was a prime opportunity to jump up, claws out, and scale my leg. Right in front of my potential future boss.
So there I am, mid-sentence, trying not to scream, while Mittens is tearing my trousers to shreds. I had to mute myself, frantically try to peel the cat off my leg, and then explain, with a red face and trembling hands, that I just had a... "small feline incident." I’m pretty sure I saw a smirk on Mr. Boss-Man’s face. The deal? Didn't get it. Thanks, Mittens. You glorious, fluffy traitor.
What do you wish someone had told you *before* you got into [topic]? The cold, hard truth, please.
For my cat... I wish someone had told me about the sheer *amount* of cat food I would be buying. Seriously. It’s a constant cycle of, "Oh, he's hungry again?" and then, *poof!* another $30 gone. And the fancy, organic stuff, too, because, naturally, he’s got a sensitive stomach. Also, the constant guilt. The “Oh, did I forget to scoop the litterbox again?” guilt. The "Is he sleeping *too* much?" guilt. The "Is my house permanently going to smell vaguely of cat" guilt. It's a minefield of emotional turmoil, hidden cleverly behind all the purring and fluffy cuddles. And the vet bills... oh god the vet bills. Prepare your wallet, friends. Prepare it *thoroughly*.
Okay, let's get practical. What's one truly excellent piece of advice for someone just starting out with [topic]?
Okay. For my cat, the best advice? Buy a good quality scratching post. Seriously. It will save your furniture, and your sanity. Get a tall one, a horizontal one, the ones that look like a cardboard mountain... try them all! And then, and this is key, put catnip on it. Liberally. And then, if you're *really* serious, start building a pyramid. It might sound crazy, but anything to mitigate the claw-on-sofa situation. Just do it. Your future self will thank you.
What's the *weirdest* thing you've learned or discovered about [topic]? Give us a good "huh?" moment.
You know, I was always under the impression that cats are creatures of pure independence. They don't care about you, they tolerate you. Right? Wrong. Turns out, they get separation anxiety. Like, full-blown, clingy, "where's my human?" anxiety. I found this out during a recent trip. Mittens, the little devil, got so upset while I was away that he stopped eating! He turned into a little ball of fluff with a silent protest, while my friend who was housesitting was pulling her hair out. The level of emotional manipulation! It's both fascinating and alarming. Who's the boss here, again?
What's the one thing that drives you absolutely bonkers about [topic]? Complain. Let it all out!
The. Litter. Box. The sheer, utter, constant *presence* of the litter box! The smell (even with the fancy clumping litter). The scooping. The ever-present threat of a rogue poo-nugget somewhere I *don’t* want it (like, on the bed, or in the shoe). The fact that even when you think you've cleaned it *perfectly*, there’s always a faint whiff of… well, you know. It’s a never-ending cycle of cleaning, refilling, and trying to ignore the faint, underlying aroma of Cat Acres. It’s maddening, I tell you! Maddening!
Let’s get philosophical. What is the *meaning* of [topic] in your life? Sounds silly, but go with it.
Look, it's easy to romanticize – I've done it myself too. But here is the truth. My cat is a furry window into a completely different way to exist. When everything seems to be speeding by, the cat is always sleeping. I'm too busy toTop Hotel Search
