This epinion deals with the Baton Rouge ES. Can’t really compare it with others because I don’t plan on EVER trying another one out.

Basically what gets me most about the room that I stayed in with my husband, toddler, and infant is the extremely high price we paid—around $160 for a Friday night. I had wanted to stay elsewhere (like Homewood Suites or Residence Inn) for a full third off the price, but ES was the only one with rooms left for that night. This should have told me something then and there; unfortunately we were making reservations too late in the game. I tried to console myself during the road trip and the night we stayed that we can make up for some of the price with the full complimentary breakfast the next day.

We arrived very tired after traveling from South Carolina mid October last year. The first impression we got upon entering the place was an absolutely gorgeous atrium, where they’ll serve breakfast next morning. It’s done in a Japanese Garden style complete with water and footbridges. Yes, free breakfast is grand, but as we were to find out it means waiting and waiting and waiting to get it, and waiting and waiting and waiting to get a table to eat it on. And definitely not small child friendly. I finally opted for some cereal—don’t even want to think how much of that high price I paid went toward my modest Frosted Flakes.

The room was designed in an odd fashion—TV and dinette set to the right, chair and sofa to the left, with a kitchen behind the dinette and the bathroom behind the couch. Behind the bathroom and kitchen is the bedroom with a door separating the areas.

Unfortunately for us, the kitchen has its small fridge on the floor, instead of on the countertop. My toddler picked up on this immediately. But the maternal safety monitor within me barely even noticed that when I saw where the microwave was… Countertop? No way—right on eye level with my toddler. Now he’s having a grand time playing with the microwave. How does such a costly hotel get away with such a dangerous kitchen? They post a warning note on the microwave, something about it being hazardous to small children. Well, no kidding! Many thanks for your vigilance, Embassy Suites! We spent the rest of our waking hours herding our little ones out of the kitchen.

The king size bed was unmemorable—which is a good thing as far as this hotel is concerned. The pillows—flat as the pancakes I wasn’t going to get the next day. The bathroom had damaged ceiling tiles (a past flood from the toilet or tub upstairs, maybe?). And to top it all off, I soon discovered that NONE of the trashcans in the kitchen or bathroom had liners. How gross is that? What—are they charging extra for the liners now? Sheesh. Do you know how disgusting it is to have to throw away my children’s diapers in a trashcan that doesn’t even have liners—let alone the smell? I’d like to conclude with that particular smell—a fitting conclusion and overall sentiment for my Embassy Suites stay.


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