Hyatt Place Chicago: Medical District Luxury Escape - Book Now!
Okay, strap in, because we're diving headfirst into the, shall we say, experience of the Hyatt Place Chicago: Medical District Luxury Escape. And believe me, honey, this isn't your grandma's hotel review.
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(Deep Breath) Okay, let's unpack this beast.
Accessibility: The Real Deal (and, Let's Be Honest, the Occasional Hiccup)
Right off the bat, the Hyatt Place gets brownie points. They claim wheelchair accessibility, and for the most part, it feels legit. Elevators, wide doorways, the works. But listen, I've been burned before. Always call ahead and specifically confirm your needs. Don't just assume! (I learned that the hard way once, stuck in a tiny European pension with a broken elevator. Shudder.)
Here's a quick peek into the potential of it from my opinion:
My sister, Sarah, uses a wheelchair. We booked this hotel, and while the website and the phone call said it was accessible, there were a couple of things. The bathroom sink, while at the right height, was a little too close to the wall on one side. She managed, but it wasn't ideal. And when we used the pool, the access ramp was a little bit hard to find. So, yeah, ask questions and be prepared!
On-Site Accessible Restaurants / Lounges: Check. Crucial. Nobody wants to be stranded for a meal.
- Anecdote time! There was one time I stayed in a hotel that advertised accessibility, and the "accessible" restaurant was down a flight of stairs. I mean, seriously?! This place seems to have its ducks in a row. I want to be able to enjoy my dinner and have my friends who have disability can do the same.
Wheelchair Accessible?: As mentioned, it appears to be – mostly.
Internet Access: Wi-Fi or Will-Fi? (And My Love-Hate Relationship with Hotel Wi-Fi)
Free Wi-Fi in all rooms?! Hallelujah! This is a major win. I need my internet on-demand. In the rooms, in the lobby, and in the bathroom if I'm being honest. Okay, the second is probably because of me. My bad.
Here's my personal struggle with the internet:
Okay, I'm going to confess. I'm addicted to streaming. I'll spend half the night streaming. So the Free Wi-fi is my best friend. Sometimes, the Wi-fi drops. And, when it drops, I start to panic and sweat. And, you know, then I gotta call the front desk, and they try to help, but you just know it's going to be another hour before it works properly, blah blah blah… BUT MOSTLY, I WANT TO WATCH MY SHOWS!
Internet, Internet [LAN], Internet Services, Wi-Fi in Public Areas: You're covered. The LAN thing feels a bit dated, but hey, options are good.
Things to Do, Ways to Relax: Spa Days and Gym Daze!
Okay, the "luxury escape" part definitely comes into play here.
The Gym:
I, being a man who "works out," love places with gyms. But I'm not gonna lie; most hotel gyms are a joke. I did actually run for 20 minutes on the treadmill. I also did some free weights. And, it felt pretty good!
Pool with View: Okay, the "view" part is intriguing. Does it mean a stunning cityscape, or are we talking a view of the parking lot? (I hope it's not a parking lot.)
Spa/Sauna, Sauna, Steamroom, Swimming pool, Swimming pool [outdoor]: All the spa bells and whistles, I love it. After a long day of meetings or exploring, I need the ability to completely relax. Sauna and steamroom? Sign me up, stat.
I just want to be there and forget about my work and personal life. I want to go into places of relaxation. That's why I came here. And the fact that they have it makes me happy.
Body scrub, Body wrap, Foot bath, Massage: The works. Honestly, this sounds divine.
Cleanliness and Safety: Sanitized, Sterilized, and Maybe a Little Paranoid (But I'm Okay With It!)
Cleanliness is super important. I'm not sure I've fully recovered from the pandemic, and these types of places need to be kept clean.
I'm a bit of a neat freak. So, I like the hygiene certifications and the daily disinfection. I saw them scrubbing down the elevators. I'm glad they did! I'm also really glad they’re offering room sanitization opt-out. It's all about personal choice! I like that.
- Anti-viral cleaning products, Breakfast takeaway service, Cashless payment service, Daily disinfection in common areas, Doctor/nurse on call, First aid kit, Hand sanitizer, Hot water linen and laundry washing, 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, Shared stationery removed, Staff trained in safety protocol, Sterilizing equipment: Okay, they've got you covered. This is above and beyond, and I love it. Makes me feel safe.
Dining, drinking, and snacking: Food, Glorious Food!
Okay, let's be real. Food is a huge part of the hotel experience.
I work a lot, and the biggest issue is finding food. Finding food is never fun. Restaurants, room service, and snacks are very important to me. So if the hotel is able to provide me what I need, I am a happy camper.
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: Okay, this is a lot of options. A buffet? Yes, please! Room service 24/7 is a lifesaver. I'm definitely getting the impression that they know how to feed a guest.
Services and Conveniences: The Little Things That Matter
Okay, some of this is just convenience. But the devil is in its details, and a hotel needs to be very detail-oriented.
- Air conditioning in public area, Audio-visual equipment for special events, Business facilities, Cash withdrawal, Concierge, Contactless check-in/out, Convenience store, Currency exchange, Daily housekeeping, Doorman, Dry cleaning, Elevator, Essential condiments, Facilities for disabled guests, Food delivery, Gift/souvenir shop, Indoor venue for special events, Invoice provided, Ironing service, Laundry service, Luggage storage, Meeting/banquet facilities, Meetings, Meeting stationery, On-site event hosting, Outdoor venue for special events, Projector/LED display, Safety deposit boxes, Seminars, Shrine, Smoking area, Terrace, Wi-Fi for special events, Xerox/fax in business center: This is a solid list. Contactless check-in is a must these days. The gift shop is always tempting. And a business center… well, sometimes work just has to get done.
For the Kids: Family-Friendly Fun?
Babysitting service, Family/child friendly, Kids facilities, Kids meal: Okay, this is great.
I don't have kids. But I can see this being important.
Access, Safety, Security & More: The Nitty Gritty
Here we get into the absolute nitty-gritty. The stuff that makes you feel safe and secure.
- CCTV in common areas, CCTV outside property, Check-in/out [express], Check-in/out [private], Couple's room, Exterior corridor, Fire extinguisher, Front desk [24-hour], Hotel chain, Non-smoking rooms, Pets allowed unavailable, Proposal spot, Room decorations, Safety/security feature, Security [24-hour], Smoke alarms, Soundproof rooms: Yeah, all good stuff. No issues here.
Getting Around: Transportation and Parking
- Airport transfer, Bicycle parking, Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site], Car power charging station, Taxi service, Valet parking: Okay, this is a pretty comprehensive list. Free parking is always a bonus. Valet is a nice treat.
Available in All Rooms: Creature Comforts
Okay, let's get into the actual rooms.
This is the place where I spend most of my time. So, it does matter to me.
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, 'cause we're about to embark on a whirlwind tour of… drumroll please… Hyatt Place Chicago Medical/University District! Sounds glamorous, right? Let's get real. It's a hotel, in a medical district. Expectations: tempered. Reality: probably something in between a beige-carpeted purgatory and a surprisingly well-lit haven fueled by lukewarm coffee.
Day 1: Arrival, Anxiety, and Airport Pizza (Oh, the Humanity!)
- 1:00 PM (ish): Touchdown at O'Hare. (Okay, maybe earlier if the flight gods are feeling particularly generous. Which they rarely are.) Already sweating. Not from the Chicago weather (yet), but from the pre-trip anxiety that's been brewing since, oh, about 2 weeks before I even booked this whole shebang. Did I pack enough socks? Did I remember to cancel my gym membership (again)? Did I accidentally leave the oven on? Questions abound, and the answers are usually "no," "no," and "probably."
- 1:30 PM (ish): The L train. This is where the real fun begins, or, you know, the slow descent into existential dread, depending on the crowd. I am a firm believer that the El is a microcosm of humanity, beautifully chaotic and full of smells and noises. And a couple of questionable characters. Hope I don't get stared at too long.
- 2:30 PM (ish): Arrive at the Hyatt Place. Check-in. Pray for a room on a high floor, maybe with a view of something other than a brick wall. (Last time, it was brick. I feel a certain affinity for brick walls, but one can only stare at so much brick at a time.)
- 3:00 PM: Unpack (or, as I like to call it, "attempt to organize the disaster zone that is my suitcase"). Realize I forgot my toothbrush. Sigh deeply. Commence mental negotiations with myself on whether or not I can get away with using the tiny, rock-hard, complimentary hotel toothbrush or the 'borrowing' of my travel companion's.
- 4:00 PM: Post-travel carb loading. Gotta refuel after the airport ordeal. Head to a nearby pizza place. Airport pizza is always a gamble. It's like a roulette wheel of crust and cheese. Sometimes amazing sometimes… not so amazing but it is the official meal of bad choices during the first day of vacation.
- 5:00 PM: Explore the immediate vicinity. Maybe a little wander, see what's what. Mostly probably the medical buildings, which are, let’s be honest, not exactly known for their "fun" vibes. But hey, maybe there’s a hidden gem! A quirky coffee shop? A shop selling vintage medical instruments? (Okay, maybe a little too much medical district enthusiasm now.)
- 6:00 PM: Dinner. More food. Because, you know, travel burns a lot of calories. Or maybe just an excuse to justify that second piece of pizza. Or the third. Who's counting?
- 7:00 PM: Attempt to decompress. Read a book. Watch some mindless TV. Or, you know, stare at the brick wall. Consider calling people. Maybe I should have brought more books. Maybe I should have brought no books, so I could fully embrace the chaotic energy of travel and wander the streets. Too late now.
- 8:00 PM: Bedtime. Pray for a good night's sleep because tomorrow… well, tomorrow holds the promise of even more adventure! (Or, you know, more brick walls.)
Day 2: Medical Marvels and My Own Little Meltdown
- 9:00 AM (or whenever I drag myself out of bed): Breakfast at the hotel. Free breakfast! This is either going to be a glorious buffet of deliciousness or a tragic display of lukewarm scrambled eggs and questionable sausage. Let's be optimistic! (I'm guessing it's the latter.)
- 10:00 AM: Visit to the Museum of Surgical Science. (Yes, really. I know. I'm just as surprised as you are.) I found this on a particularly desperate Google search for "things to do near the hotel." It's either going to be incredibly fascinating… or the stuff of nightmares. I'm bracing myself for both. I am a total sucker for the weird and unusual, which is possibly why I find myself in these situations in the first place.
- 12:00 PM: Lunch. Okay, after potentially seeing some… stuff… at the museum, I'm going to need a large dose of comfort food. Maybe a burger? Fries? Ice cream? All of the above?
- 1:30 PM: A walk around the University of Illinois at Chicago (UIC) campus. Feel like a student again, briefly. Wish I was better at studying. Wish I was better at… many things. This campus is huge. Is there even a point to any of this? Where is the nearest coffee?
- 3:00 PM: More walking. Pretend I'm really enjoying this whole experience, even though a nagging voice in my head is screaming, "go back to bed!" This is the part where I question all my life choices.
- 4:00 PM: The Meltdown. Officially succumb to the travel fatigue, the existential angst, and the fact that I miss my cat and my own bed. Hole up in the hotel room. Watch some truly awful TV. Maybe cry a little. Don’t judge. It’s therapeutic. It's called "self care."
- 5:00 PM: Regroup. Breathe. Remind myself that this trip is supposed to be fun. Order some takeout. Because, you know, self-care and all that.
- 6:00 PM – 9.00 PM: Dinner and a movie at the hotel. (Or maybe I'll actually venture out. Depends on how brave I'm feeling after the meltdown.)
Day 3: Departure and, Well, More Anxiety.
- 9:00 AM: Pack. Again. Try not to leave anything behind. (Highly unlikely, given my track record.)
- 10:00 AM: Check out. Say a reluctant goodbye to the brick wall. Commiserate with the hotel staff about the lack of good coffee.
- 11:00 AM: The L train back to O'Hare. The journey back. It's all downhill from here.
- 12:00 PM: Security. Pray that I don't get pulled aside for a random search. (I always feel like I'm smuggling something, even when I'm not.)
- 1:00 PM: Flight. Close my eyes, try to relax, and try not to think about all the things I didn't do on this trip. And the things I should have done. And the things I regret doing. This is the circle of travel, apparently.
- 4:00 PM: Arrive home. Unpack (again). And immediately start planning my next trip. Because, you know, masochism. Or maybe, just maybe, because I secretly love all this chaos.
P.S. Seriously considering bringing a travel companion next time, or… maybe not. Some things are best experienced alone, or else you risk spreading a bit of baggage on the other person. And I’ve got enough of my own.
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Hyatt Place Chicago: Medical District - You Know, *That* One? Let's Talk About It (Or at Least, What I Remember)
Okay, so, is this *really* a "Luxury Escape"? Because, let's be honest, "Medical District" doesn't exactly scream "Shangri-La."
Alright, alright, settle down. "Luxury" might be a *slight* exaggeration. Look, it's a Hyatt Place. It's not the Park Hyatt, folks. But, here's the deal: after spending a week wrestling with a particularly nasty flu bug (let's just say tissues and I became *very* good friends), I needed a little… *something.* Proximity to the hospital for my checkup was key, and I was tired of the usual drab hotel experiences. And listen, the beds? Pretty darn comfy. The blackout curtains? Bless them. They provided a sanctuary from the relentless Chicago sun and the emotional rollercoaster that is waiting for test results. "Luxury"? Maybe not. "Comfortable and convenient, and spared me the death-grip of my own sweat-soaked sheets"? Absolutely. And sometimes, that's enough.
Is the location really… convenient? Like, are you *actually* close to anything besides hospitals?
Convenient? Uh, yeah. For medical stuff? Absolutely. Like, practically *across the street* convenient. Walkable to the hospital? You betcha. That was a massive win for my sanity, especially when feeling utterly miserable. Now, outside of the medical realm… it's a bit of a trek. You're not exactly stumbling into a vibrant nightlife district. Think more… quiet residential streets. There's a decent diner nearby, I remember that, because a greasy spoon and a giant mug of coffee was precisely what my soul craved after the doctor's... pronouncements. But yeah, if you're looking for a Michelin-starred restaurant on your doorstep, you might be a bit disappointed. Think of it this way: it's a strategic location if you need to be *near*. Not necessarily *in the heart of* whatever is deemed "fun."
What's the deal with the free breakfast? Is it actually edible? Because, let's be real, hotel breakfasts can be… terrifying.
Okay, the breakfast… it varies. Look, I'm not a breakfast snob, usually. But when you're navigating a medical crisis, a decent breakfast can be a lifesaver. It's a continental setup, which is to say, don't expect a gourmet experience. There's the usual suspects: cereal (some of which, let's be honest, tastes like cardboard), yogurt (plain, sadly), pastries (some surprisingly good, especially the muffins - I *may* have had three one morning), and the glorious, life-affirming coffee. The *coffee*. I needed that coffee. It was the fuel that got me through the waiting room anxiety. So, is it Michelin star material? No. Is it free, reasonably filling, and helps you survive the morning? Absolutely. And when you're feeling fragile, that's all that matters.
What about the room itself? Clean? Spacious? Or a cramped, soul-crushing box?
The room... well, it was a room. It was clean, which is the most important thing, really. The cleaning staff are saints, honestly. After the aforementioned flu situation I inflicted upon the room, I was mortified. But they worked their magic. Bless them. It wasn't cramped, which was a definite plus. Plenty of space to spread out and try not to think about the impending doctor's appointment. And the TV? Saved me from going stir-crazy during those long afternoons when I *really* didn't feel like going outside. Streaming services were accessible, so I could escape into some mindless reality TV, which was exactly what I needed. The view? Overlooked a parking lot. Don't expect postcard-worthy scenery. But hey, it had everything I needed. Especially the comfy bed. I’m starting to think that bed was the real star of the show.
Anything else a potential booker should know? Any hidden gems or glaring flaws?
Okay, listen up. The "hidden gem"? The staff. Genuinely friendly and helpful. They really seemed to care, which, when you're feeling vulnerable, makes a huge difference. The "glaring flaw"? The lack of nearby… *excitement*. Restaurants are few and far between. You'll probably end up ordering in, which is fine, but the options are limited. Also, be prepared for the occasional ambulance siren. It's the medical district, after all. That's just part of the soundtrack. And the elevators can be a little slow during peak times. A minor quibble, really. Oh, and the parking… It's Chicago. Parking is expensive, no matter where you go. Factor that into your budget. Did I mention the comfy bed? Yeah, it's a definite highlight. Overall, it’s a solid choice for the location. It's not a destination in itself, but it's a darn good, clean, comfortable place to land when you need it.
Okay, let's talk about the *vibe*. Considering the location, is it depressing? Soul-crushing? Or just… functional?
Depressing? Soul-crushing? Nah, not really. Functional is the word. Truthfully, the medical district, while full of dedicated and hard-working people, isn't exactly known for its lively atmosphere. It’s a little… quiet. Serene, even, in a way. Which, during my... ordeal... was actually a welcome change. Think more "peaceful refuge" than "party central." Especially after all the hospital drama. It's a place to retreat, to rest, to recover. The hotel itself follows that lead. It's not trying to be something it's not. It's clean, comfortable, and offers a safe haven. It's a place to hunker down and try not to worry. So... functional. But when you need functional, that's absolutely okay. It’s a practical kind of place. Reliable. And yeah, that bed… that bed was my friend.
So, would you book it again? Even knowing all this?
Honestly? Yeah. If I needed to be close to the hospital, or maybe just needed a quiet, clean place to regroup after a tough appointment, I'd absolutely go back. It’s not fancy. It’s not glamorous. But it's reliable. It’s comfortable. And sometimes, that's exactly what you need. And, let's be real, if I'm feeling under the weather again? That comfy bed and those blackout curtains? Absolute gold. So yeah, I'd book it. Just don't expect fireworks. Expect a decent hotel, a comfy bed, and a chance to breathe. And maybe, just maybe, a really good muffin for breakfast. And after everything? That's more than enough. Probably going to book it now. Seriously.
