Spokane Valley's BEST Kept Secret: Silverstone Inn & Suites!
Silverstone Inn & Suites: Spokane Valley's (Maybe Not-So-Secret-Anymore?) Gem - A Raw & Unvarnished Review
Alright, folks, let's talk about the Silverstone Inn & Suites. They call it a 'secret,' and, well, maybe it was a secret back when, like, the dinosaurs roamed Spokane Valley. But with its reputation (and this review!), the cat's kinda outta the bag. I’m talking about a hotel that’s trying to be all things to all people: a family getaway, a business hub, a spa retreat. Did it succeed? Let's unscrew the cap and dive in, shall we? Buckle up; it’s gonna be a bumpy ride.
First Impressions (and the Pre-Check-in Anxiety):
Okay, I'm not gonna lie. I’m a little neurotic when it comes to hotels. I read reviews like my life depends on it (you’re welcome!). So, before even setting foot on the property, I was all up in their accessibility credentials. I mean, I need to know they're legit, you know? Thankfully, the initial intel looked promising.
Accessibility: (Mostly) Good Vibes
Silverstone, bless its heart, tries. They've got Facilities for disabled guests, which is already a good start. I’m not a wheelchair user, but I did poke around. The elevator’s there (essential!), and they seem to pay attention to details like accessible parking. I saw things like, the CCTV in common areas is a plus; makes me feel like, security is at least SOMEWHAT prioritized.
The Room… (My Sanctuary… Or the Place Where I Left All My Stuff):
My room? It had everything. Like, seriously, everything. This ain't some bare-bones motel. Air conditioning blasted the second I walked in (a godsend in Spokane Valley heat, trust me). A desk to pretend I was working (mostly to keep my laptop from getting lost), a refrigerator (hello, leftovers!), and a coffee/tea maker (morning savior). The bed? Surprisingly comfy. My Extra long bed was absolutely necessary.
But here’s where it got real. I'm a serious napper, and their Blackout curtains were a thing of beauty. I managed to sleep through a small hurricane. Okay, maybe not a hurricane, but a significant passing truck-traffic-related noise.
Plus, on the minor side, they had a mirror I actually could see myself clearly in! And if you're like me, that alone is a luxury (because like, when do hotels ever have good mirrors!??). Small details, but they add up.
CLEANLINESS AND SAFETY: (Obsessive-Compulsive Approved)
Okay, this is where Silverstone really shines. In the Era of Existential Germxiety, this stuff MATTERS. And they get it. The Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, and Rooms sanitized between stays gave me a serious peace of mind. The whole vibe screamed: “WE CARE ABOUT YOUR HEALTH (and our liability).” I also appreciated the Hand sanitizer everywhere. I’m a fan.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: The Hunger Games
Let's be honest, I'm a travel foodie. And Silverstone offers a solid array of options. They're not Michelin-star, but they're convenient.
- Restaurants: They HAVE 'em. Specifically, there's a restaurant on-site, with the Breakfast service & the rest, it delivers. I did the Breakfast [buffet] one morning, pretty decent, nothing to write home about, but it'll fill that donut hole in your empty tummy.
- Coffee Shop: They have a coffee shop. I needed caffeine, and that was a thing.
- Poolside Bar: Also, the Poolside bar, I didn't indulge on this trip, however I like that they provide it!
- Room service: Room service [24-hour] - I’m a sucker for late-night room service. It's the ultimate hotel indulgence.
Things to Do and Ways to Relax: (Spa Day FTW!)
- Spa/sauna: Here's where things got interesting. They have a Spa. Sauna. Steamroom. These things are my weakness. I needed to completely disengage. A massage (which you should absolutely schedule!) was a highlight. They offered Body scrub, Body wrap, the whole shebang. I left feeling like a new person. (Or at least, a slightly less stressed version of the old one.)
- Swimming pool [outdoor]: There's the outdoor pool I skipped, but I can see how that could be a plus. They claim the Pool with a view.
- Fitness center: Now, I’m not exactly a gym rat (Gym/fitness). But they have a Fitness center, if you're into that kind of torture.
Services and Conveniences: (The Little Things That Matter)
- Internet access: Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Thank the internet gods. (Internet; Internet [LAN]; Internet services; Wi-Fi in public areas; Wi-Fi for special events - they're covered.)
- Car park [free of charge]: Free parking! Hallelujah!
- Daily housekeeping: The little things like the Daily housekeeping that go a long way.
- Concierge: Concierge available to assist with my requests.
- Convenience Store: They have a convenience store. This is good for forgotten travel essentials.
- Laundry service: If you need to do laundry. It's another convenience!
- Food delivery: If you're like me, and would rather eat in your room.
- Business facilities: Meetings; Meeting stationery. Xerox/fax in business center. They also have Audio-visual equipment for special events and Projector/LED display.
For the Kids: (Bless Their Little Hearts)
- Family/child friendly: if you are with kiddos. Babysitting service; Family/child friendly; Kids meal.
Getting Around:
- Car park [free of charge]; Car park [on-site]; Taxi service; Airport transfer; Bicycle parking: easy to get around if you drive, and even better if you want to relax.
The Quirks (Because No Place is Perfect):
Okay, here's the real, unfiltered truth. Silverstone isn't perfect. My biggest tiny issue? While Ironing facilities are listed, finding the ironing board in the room was like a treasure hunt. Also, the pool could get a little crowded.
The Verdict: (Worth the Hype?)
Honestly? Yes. Silverstone Inn & Suites is a solid choice. It's got the good essentials, all the safety measures, and the extras (the spa, the good breakfast), it's a winner. It's not a secret anymore, but it's still a gem. I’ll be back… probably.
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Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your sanitized, pre-packaged travel brochure itinerary. This is me, ME, documenting my glorious, chaotic, potentially disastrous stay at the Silverstone Inn & Suites in Spokane Valley, Washington. Consider this less of a schedule and more of a… well, a nervous breakdown happening in real-time, punctuated by questionable life choices.
Day 1: Arrival, Hope, and the Dreaded Remote
3:00 PM - Arrival & Check-in (with a prayer): Okay, so the GPS claimed the Silverstone was easy to find. Lies, all lies! I swear, I drove past a dozen identical strip malls before finally spotting the sign. Relief washed over me. Then, the lobby… smelled vaguely of chlorine and… ambition? The front desk guy, bless his heart, looked like he'd seen things. He handed me my keycard with a weary smile. "Enjoy your stay." Oh, honey, I'll try.
3:30 PM - The Room Revealed: (Mostly) Undamaged): Okay, so it’s… a room. Beige. Lots of beige. The floral wallpaper is giving me serious grandma vibes, but hey, the sheets look clean, and that's a win in my book. The biggest challenge? The TV remote. Fighting with those things should be an Olympic sport. After wrestling with it for a solid twenty minutes, I finally got it to turn on. Victory! Now the real crisis begins: deciding what to watch.
4:00 PM - Snack Acquisition & The Existential Dread of the Mini-Fridge: They say food is the key to happiness, right? So, I hit the local gas station (because, priorities) and grabbed chips, a questionable-looking energy drink, and a tub of pre-made potato salad. The mini-fridge is where the real drama starts. Barely big enough for a six-pack of soda (and I need my soda), it sends my claustrophia into overdrive. Am I gonna put my life is in jeopardy in this room?
6:00 PM - Food coma: This is my life now. The mini-fridge can take all the time in the world. I can't wait to go and get dinner to a nearby restaurant
8:00 PM - Bedtime: I'm ready to give up on life. I really don't know what to do, but for now, I will sleep.
Day 2: The Promised Land (of Breakfast) and a Search for Adventure
7:00 AM - The Legend of the Free Breakfast: Alright, here's the deal. Hotel breakfasts can be a culinary crapshoot. Will it be a glorious spread of waffles and scrambled eggs? Or a parade of stale bagels and rubbery fruit? I braced myself and descended to the breakfast nook. The place was packed! The buffet? Okay, it was better than I expected. Decent coffee, some surprisingly fluffy scrambled eggs, and a sad, lonely-looking waffle iron. But hey, free food! What more can I ask for?
8:00 AM - The Great Spokane Valley Exploration (or, Getting Lost with Style): I felt invigorated after my breakfast. I decided I needed to get out, so I started driving. I ended up in a strip mall. Every single one of its shops looked the same. Maybe that's the beauty of this place. I got lost in a roundabout, I didn't know where I was going. But I didn't let it get me down.
12:00 PM - Lunch and Contemplation: Okay, I found civilization again. After a very long morning, I found a Mexican restaurant nearby, I ate a burrito. I reflected on my adventure and thought to myself "I should do this more often".
2:00 PM - Pool Party (Solo Edition): I love pools. I went to the hotel's pool. I didn't expect anything. I just went and dove. It was amazing!
6:00 PM - Dinner and the "Netflix and Chill" Dilemma: I'm back in my room. The TV is on. I'm back to Netflix. The perfect way to end the day.
8:00 PM - Reflection and Existential Dread (Part 2): As midnight drew near, I started reflecting on days. Nothing happened, but still… Is this my life? I thought to myself. I should watch more TV. Okay, I'll go to bed.
Day 3: The (Hopefully) Smooth Departure
7:00 AM - Breakfast Revisited: "Breakfast again!", I thought. I was happy, I will enjoy this place and the breakfast offered once more,
8:00 AM - Packing…with a Side of Regret: Okay, time to pack. I am trying to decide whether to go or not.
10:00 AM - Checkout and Farewell: I check out of the room. The front desk guy is still there. He looks at me. "How was your stay, sir?". I said, "It was a stay", and smiled.
So, what *IS* this thing we're talking about anyway? Basically, what is it?
Okay, okay, settle down, Captain Obvious. This... this whole experience... it's like... trying to wrangle a herd of cats in a hurricane while simultaneously reciting the alphabet backward. Or, you know, the thing you asked about. The *thing*. Let's just say it involves a significant emotional investment. And probably some questionable life choices. But also, maybe, a tiny glimmer of hope... depending on the day.
What are the typical "symptoms"? Physical stuff. Be honest!
Symptoms? Oh, honey, the symptoms are a glorious tapestry of chaos. Think sleep deprivation, because you're up at 3 AM staring at the ceiling, wondering if your life is a colossal joke. Headaches that rival the power of a thousand suns. An insatiable craving for carbs (or, you know, whatever your personal kryptonite is). And the *eyes*... oh, the eyes are permanently bloodshot, like you've been partying with vampires all night. My personal favourite? The sudden, overwhelming urge to binge-watch cheesy reality TV. It's a slippery slope, my friend. A very, very slippery slope. You will think or say "I am fine" when you are clearly not, that's for sure.
Is there a "cure"? Or at least something that helps? Spill the beans!
"Cure"? HA! Bless your optimistic little heart. There's no magic wand, no pixie dust, no instant reset button. What there IS, is a lot of trial and error. And by error, I mean, you know, the classic “eat an entire pizza while sobbing” kind of error. But, eventually, you build a survival kit. Mine includes copious amounts of dark chocolate (the good stuff, mind you), long walks in nature (when I can drag myself out of bed), and a healthy dose of brutal self-honesty. And therapy. Lots and lots of therapy. Seriously, therapy is a godsend. Find a good therapist, and stick with them. It's worth it.
What about the emotional roller coaster? Is it, like, *really* bad?
Bad? Sweetheart, it's epic. It's a drama of Shakespearean proportions, played out on your own unsuspecting face. One minute you're laughing hysterically at a cat video, the next you're bursting into tears because you saw a commercial for dog food. It's exhausting. It's exhilarating. It's a rollercoaster you didn't sign up for. But, weirdly, it's also… kinda… life? You learn to embrace the chaos, to ride the waves of emotion, and to develop a healthy sense of humor about it all. Which, by the way, is crucial, because if you can't laugh at yourself, you're doomed. Honestly, you *will* be laughing at yourself eventually.
Okay, details! Like, a personal anecdote about a *really* rough patch? Something devastating?
Alright, fine. Let me tell you about The Great Pancake Incident of '22. I was feeling... fragile. Like a particularly delicate eggshell that had been dropped on concrete. I decided to make pancakes. Simple, right? Wrong. Everything went south. The first pancake was a burnt offering. The second one stuck to the pan like superglue. The third... the third pancake was so outrageously misshapen, it looked like a tortured blob of dough. I lost it. I'm talking full-blown, ugly-cry breakdown. I threw the spatula across the kitchen, slammed the fridge door, and then just... collapsed on the floor, sobbing into a dishrag. I'm not proud. I was devastated. And then, you know what? I laughed. Because, seriously, pancakes. Perspective, people. It's key.
What's the hardest part? Be brutally honest.
The hardest part? The loneliness. Hands down. The feeling of being utterly, completely, and irrevocably alone, even when surrounded by people. The understanding that no one *really* gets it. The awkward conversations with well-meaning friends who try to "fix" you with platitudes and unsolicited advice. It's brutal. But you learn to build your own fortress. You find those precious few who *do* get it. And you learn to rely on yourself. That, perhaps, is the silver lining.
What about the good parts? Does it have any redeeming qualities?
Oh, absolutely. It's like... imagine a bonfire after a storm. It's messy, it's smoky, it's chaotic, but it’s also incredibly beautiful. You gain a strength you never knew you possessed. You develop an almost superhuman capacity for empathy. You learn what truly matters. You shed all the superficial crap and get down to the raw, unfiltered essence of yourself. You learn to appreciate the small things, the simple joys. The sunrise. A good cup of coffee. A genuine laugh. And you realize that, even in the darkest moments, there's always a spark of hope, a reason to keep going. It's not fun. It's exhausting. But it also makes you… well, it makes you *you*. And that’s worth something.
How do you deal with judgment from other people? And that nosy Aunt Mildred?
Aunt Mildred can go jump in a lake. Or, you know, politely but firmly disengage from the conversation. Judgement? Bring it on. You develop a Teflon coating. You learn that their opinions are a reflection of *them*, not you. You learn to choose your battles. Sometimes, you just need a good eye roll and a stiff drink. Other times, you need to unleash your inner warrior and tell them to shove it. It all depends on the day. But honestly? Most of the time, you will be too exhausted to explain. So screw 'em. They just don't get it. And that's their problem.
What are some "things" that actually help? Practical advice, please!
Okay, actual practical advice, not just my usual ramblings. Here we go:
- Get enough sleep (lolTrip Stay FinderSilverStone Inn and Suites Spokane Valley (WA) United States
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