Escape to Dieppe: Your Perfect Airport Hotel Awaits!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups! Because this isn't your grandma's hotel review. This is a raw, unfiltered, probably-slightly-over-caffeinated dive into Escape to Dieppe: Your Perfect Airport Hotel Awaits! – and honey, after the week I've had, I need a perfect anything. So, let's see if this place delivers.
First Impressions (and a Necessary Rant about My Flight Delays)
Okay, so I arrived at Dieppe Airport looking… well, let's just say "tired." My flight? Delayed. My luggage? MIA (at least for now). My emotional state? Somewhere between "hangry" and "ready to scream into a pillow." Thankfully, Escape to Dieppe was right there. So, big win on the Accessibility front – it's practically in the airport! That’s a huge plus when you've spent 8 hours crammed into a tin can with questionable air quality.
Getting Inside (and the Miracle of the Front Desk)
The Check-in/out [express] was exactly what I needed. No faffing, no waiting, just a quick swipe of my credit card and boom, key in hand. The Front desk [24-hour] situation is a lifesaver, especially when you're arriving at 3 AM after a series of travel nightmares. The staff? Surprisingly cheerful, even at that ungodly hour. They're definitely Staff trained in safety protocol, which in today's world, is HUGE. And with the CCTV in common areas and CCTV outside property, I felt a little less creeped out. (Airport vibes, am I right?).
The Room: My Temp Haven (and the Glorious Bed)
My room? Solid. Not jaw-dropping, but perfectly acceptable, and frankly, at this point, "acceptable" is a victory. Let's break it down room by room…
What I Did – and Didn't – Love: The bed. Oh, the bed! It was a cloud. A fluffy, supportive, utterly heavenly cloud. Extra long bed – bless you, Escape to Dieppe. Blackout curtains? Essential for sleep-deprived travelers. Soundproof rooms? Another win! I needed to shut out the world, and it did. The Air conditioning worked well! But… the Closet was tiny. Seriously, where am I supposed to put all my travel essentials (which, by the way, now includes a bottle of wine and a small dog I'm not entirely sure how I acquired)? Coffee/tea maker – thank god! I practically live on caffeine. However a Refrigerator would have been nice but eh.
The Details: Free Wi-Fi? Check. Always appreciated. A Desk? Check. So I could work if I wanted to. The Air conditioning, oh yes. Bathroom phone? Never used, but a nice touch. Bathrobes? Yes! Slippers? Amazing. Free bottled water? Yes! Little things, but they add up. On-demand movies? Okay, so maybe I did watch a terrible rom-com. Don’t judge.
The Negatives. The TV was a bit basic, but hey, I didn’t come here to watch TV. Mirror was nice. I had a Separate shower/bathtub and it was very nice. Towels were fluffy, and the Toiletries were… serviceable.
Cleanliness is Next to Godliness (Especially During a Pandemic)
Okay, this is where Escape to Dieppe really shines. The Rooms sanitized between stays felt super secure. Daily disinfection in common areas? Excellent. They clearly take Cleanliness and safety seriously, and that's huge. Anti-viral cleaning products? Yes! Hand sanitizer everywhere? You betcha. Even the Room sanitization opt-out available makes me feel like they are giving options. The details matter, and this hotel gets it.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Fueling the Weary Traveler
Alright, let’s tackle food. Because, let’s face it, travel makes you hungry.
The Breakfast: I love me a good Breakfast [buffet], and Escape to Dieppe delivered the goods. A Breakfast [buffet] and Breakfast service is something I truly value. The Asian breakfast was a surprisingly good option, but I stuck to the usual fare after I get a little more energy.
The Bar and Restaurant: There's a Bar and the Restaurants, as my friend, it provides International cuisine in restaurant. I can't remember too much about the Coffee/tea in restaurant other than it was good.
Other Options: I didn't use the Room service [24-hour].
Ways to Relax (Or, My Attempt at Relaxation After a Travel Meltdown)
Okay, so, the Spa and all those options. Let's be honest. After my flight, I wanted to crawl into a hole and stay there. So, I didn’t do the Body scrub or Body wrap. I didn’t hit the Fitness center (though, I did see it – looked decent). Honestly, I just wanted to sleep. But it’s good to know the Spa stuff is there if you are feeling the need for pampering.
Accessibility Matters (And I Mean Really Matters)
Okay, listen up. Wheelchair accessible is a must for some travelers. The fact that Escape to Dieppe offers Facilities for disabled guests and appears to prioritize Accessibility is fantastic. If you need it, you need it, and it sounds like they get that. I didn’t use it but it adds points to the value.
Services and Conveniences: The Little Things That Make a Big Difference
This hotel is surprisingly well set up. They’ve got a Concierge, which is always helpful. Cash withdrawal? Check. Currency exchange? Excellent, especially after an international flight. I didn't need the Dry cleaning service, but it's good to know it's there. Elevator access is good to have. Luggage storage? Essential for anyone with a delayed flight.
For the Kids (or, How to Travel with Tiny Terrorists)
I didn't have kids in tow, but they have Family/child friendly accommodations.
Getting Around (and the Eternal Question of Airport Transfers)
The Airport transfer? Genius. It's a major selling point for a reason! Taxi service is also available, naturally.
My Verdict (and the Honest Truth)
Look, Escape to Dieppe isn't perfect. No hotel is. But it's clean, comfortable, convenient, and, after the week I've had, a godsend. It's the kind of place where you can actually relax after the horrors of air travel. Yes, I will be having a good rant right now.
So, here's the messy, honest, and frankly, opinionated reason why you should book Escape to Dieppe:
- You're Exhausted: Need a place to crash after a long travel day? This is it.
- You Value Cleanliness: They take it seriously.
- You Need Convenience: Being in the airport is a game-changer.
SEO Keywords (because, sadly, we live in that world):
- Airport Hotel
- Dieppe Airport
- Hotel near Dieppe Airport
- Accessibility
- Wheelchair Accessible
- Free Wi-Fi
- Breakfast Included
- Spa Hotel
- Airport Transfer
- Clean Hotel
- Family-Friendly Hotel
My (Stream-of-Consciousness) Recommendation:
Basically, book it. Seriously. Stop reading this review and book it. You deserve it. And after the week I’ve had, I deserve it. Escape to Dieppe: Definitely a win. I'm off to order another coffee and maybe… just maybe… I'll try that spa again. Wish me luck.
Escape to Paradise: La Rose B&B, Cape Town's Hidden Gem
Alright, buckle up, buttercups. This ain't your grandma's sterile, bullet-pointed itinerary. This is a vibe. This is me, wrestling with jet lag and trying to find the perfect poutine in the shadow of Dieppe Airport. Welcome to my… let's call it a "loosely sketched guide" to surviving (and hopefully enjoying) a stay at the Quality Inn Airport Dieppe Moncton.
Day 1: Arrival and the Great Fridge Debacle
1:00 PM (ish): Arrive at Greater Moncton Roméo LeBlanc International Airport (YQM). Oh, the glamour. Seriously, though, it’s surprisingly…functional. Find the airport shuttle to the Quality Inn. The driver's wearing a hat that looks suspiciously like it might have belonged to a long-lost member of the Village People. I wonder if I should ask? Nah, privacy is probably a thing.
1:30 PM (ish): Check-in. Smile. Nod. Pretend I know what I'm doing. The woman at the desk is super nice, which is a good start. She hands me a key card that looks like it might have been printed on a potato. "Enjoy your stay!" she beams. My internal monologue: "Hope I enjoy it more than I enjoy the stale pretzels I inevitably buy at the vending machine later."
2:00 PM: Unpack (or, at least, attempt to organize the disaster zone that is my suitcase). The room… well, it’s a hotel room. Cleanish. Bed seems okay. The real test is the fridge. I need a cold drink. I crave it. And guess what? The fridge, the valiant hero of hotel room existence, is… not working. Slight panic. This is a problem. I am a person who requires cold beverages.
2:15 PM: Call the front desk. "Fridge's broken, need… coldness!" I manage to stammer. The nice lady on the phone sounds concerned. "We'll send someone up right away, dear." Bless her heart.
2:45 PM: The maintenance guy arrives. He's a cheerful lad, armed with tools and a hopeful grin. He fiddles, he pokes, he prods… the fridge remains stubbornly fridge-less. “It seems like it’s kaput, eh?” he says, a mischievous glint in his eye. We both laugh. (Nervous laughter, of course). He promises to switch the fridge. I appreciate the effort, even if it means waiting.
3:00 PM – 5:00 PM: The Waiting Game. I attempt to read a book, which is a complete waste of energy. I paced. I snacked (on chips with my last saliva of energy). I stared out the window, watching the airport. The only thing that I could see was the fact that people were moving from one place to the next or waiting for their turn. I got an email on my phone and opened it. I didn't read it. I was in a state of complete paralysis.
5:00 PM: The new fridge arrives. Cold. Bliss. I celebrate with a tiny, overpriced bottle of sparkling water I fished from the vending machine. Crisis averted. But what a journey!
6:00 PM - 7:00 PM: Venture out for food. "Dieppe" is French, so I want… something French-Canadian. I am informed that there is a local fish restaurant which I will be trying today. I walked for about half an hour. I found the restaurant. I smiled.
7:00 PM - 9 PM: I ordered the fish and a bottle of local wine. I sat. I talked to no one. I was alone. I finished the meal and walked home. I wasn't sure what to do.
9:00 PM - Bedtime: Collapse. Sleep. Dream of perfectly chilled beverages and fridges that defy the laws of physics.
Day 2: The Quest for Poutine and Questionable Decisions
7:00 AM: Wake up, already feeling it. Jet lag is a beast. Coffee is essential, and the little coffee maker in the room… well, it’s functional. Emphasis on functional.
7:30 AM: Scope out the free breakfast. Hotel breakfast is usually a gamble, but this one gets an okay. I snag a waffle, some questionable scrambled eggs, and a bunch of fruit. I eat and contemplate the meaning of life. The meaning of life, and french fries. This is my quest.
8:30 AM - 10:00 AM: Drive into Moncton. Wander around. Find a coffee shop. People watch like it's a job. The small, charming town did me well. Moncton has an interesting history. I'm fascinated.
10:00 AM - 12:00 PM: The Great Poutine Hunt. This is serious business. Locals are fiercely loyal to their favorite poutine joints. I used recommendations from others to find a "local favorite". I am ready to get my hands dirty.
12:00 PM - 1:00 PM: I find it! Poutine glory! A mound of fries, squeaky cheese curds that sing on my tongue, and gravy so rich it could be a symphony. I eat the whole thing. Regret? Maybe a little. Satisfaction? Utterly. This is what life is about.
1:00 PM - 3:00 PM: A walk. I walked around, and I didn't talk to anyone. I was lost in thought.
3:00 PM - 5:00 PM: The "Questionable Decisions" Period. Back at the hotel. I’d intended to be productive. Maybe write. Maybe read. Instead, I… well, let's just say I started binge-watching a show about competitive eating. I blame the poutine. The show's got me considering entering a pie-eating contest. This is the type of decisions I make that are bad.
5:00 PM - 7:00 PM: Dinner. I order room service. A burger. A salad. I judge myself for the burger but embrace my life choice.
7:00 PM - Bedtime: Back to the show. I'm probably going to regret this tomorrow.
Day 3: Airport Shenanigans and Saying Goodbye (for now?)
7:00 AM: Another coffee. Another attempt at breakfast. This time, I went to another dish to keep things interesting.
7:30 AM: Pack. Attempt to remember where I left my phone charger. Panic slightly. Find it. Victory!
8:00 AM - 9:00 AM: Checking out. The incredibly polite woman at the front desk asks me if I enjoyed my stay. "Yes," I say, a slight edge of hysteria in my voice. "Except for the fridge. But the poutine more than made up for it." She smiles (she must be used to this).
9:00 AM: Airport. Waiting. Watching. People-watching again. This time, I try to make up stories about other people. Boredom has led to extreme creativity.
10:00 AM: Flight. Goodbye, Dieppe! Goodbye, poutine! Goodbye, questionable decisions!
On the plane: I think about my trip. I think I might have learned something… I think about going back again. But next time, I'll make sure the fridge definitely works. And bring more Tums.
Okay, spill the tea. Is this "Escape to Dieppe" REALLY as good as the website makes it sound? (Because, you know, websites lie.)
Ugh, the website, right? They make it sound like you're *literally* ascending to hotel heaven. Look, I'm gonna be real with you... it's not *heaven*. But it's a damn good airport hotel. And that's coming from someone who's stayed in enough airport hotels to write a dissertation on the existential dread of lukewarm coffee and questionable carpeting.
Here's the deal: It's clean. The beds are comfortable. The staff, for the most part, are actually *nice*. (That's a HUGE win in the airport hotel game, trust me.) It’s also conveniently close to the airport – which, again, is a massive lifesaver when you've just survived a transatlantic flight and your brain feels like scrambled eggs. They’ve got a shuttle, but let me tell you a story…
I landed at, like, midnight. Absolutely shattered. So, I call for the shuttle. No show. Frustrated, I call again. The guy on the other end, bless his heart, sounds as tired as I am. "Oh, sorry ma'am," he says, "We’re having a bit of a… 'situation' with the driver. He won't stop singing opera in the kitchen. The shuttle is stuck. Do you want to order an Uber?" Opera! At midnight! Seriously?! I love opera but at that hour, all I wanted was sleep. I ordered an Uber but it’s moments like that, that make me laugh and make the hotel memorable. So, yeah, it's good. Perfect? Nah. Memorable? Hell yes.
How close are we talking to the airport? I need to know if I can truly "escape" the airport chaos or if I'm just trading one form of hell for another.
Okay, this is the BEST part. Seriously. It’s *ridiculously* close. Like, you could probably crawl there after a particularly brutal delay. (Don’t do that, though. You'll get arrested. Trust me.) It’s a short shuttle ride, maybe five minutes tops. Which is crucial. You're not winding your way through miles of industrial parks and dodging rogue construction cones. It's *right there*.
That said, and here's the honest bit, one time… the shuttle did take a scenic route. Apparently, the driver (a different one, thankfully, no opera this time) was testing out a new route. It involved a detour through a particularly dodgy-looking industrial estate for, like, ten minutes. I sat there, quietly contemplating the meaning of life and whether I’d packed enough snacks. BUT! We got there. And honestly, I'd trade that for the torture I've suffered in other airport hotels.
The upside... it's so close, you can *hear* the planes taking off and landing. Depending on how much you love the sound of jet engines, this is either a pro or a con. Me? I find it oddly comforting. Like a lullaby of impending journeys. (Okay, I’m a weirdo. Deal with it.)
What about the rooms? Are they clean? Are the beds comfortable? Because let's be honest, a bad bed is the death of a weary traveler.
Alright, the rooms. Here's the lowdown: YES, they're clean. Really clean. I'm a bit of a germaphobe, and I've never felt the urge to scrub the place down with bleach. (Although, if you *want* to bring your own bleach, I won’t judge.)
The beds? Ah, the beds! They're good. Not *cloud nine* good, where you float away to slumber land... but good. Memory foam, I think. You sink in just enough to feel supported but not swallowed whole. I've slept in worse beds, I've slept in way better beds. It’s a solid seven out of ten. They did, however, have a little hiccup one time...
One stay, I got a room with a *tiny* issue. The thermostat was a little… enthusiastic. It was either arctic blast or a tropical rainforest. I ended up sleeping with the window open, listening to the planes, wrapped in every blanket I could find. And it was at its best. But you know what? I really didn’t care. I was able to sleep. So yeah, the rooms are solid, and for an airport hotel that’s a win.
What's the food situation like? Is there a restaurant? Can I get room service at 3 AM? Because sometimes, after a long flight, all you want is a burger and existential dread.
Okay, the food. This is where things get… *interesting*. There is a restaurant. And it's… fine. It’s not going to win any Michelin stars, but it serves its purpose. Think decent pub grub. Burgers, salads, pasta, that kind of thing. (And yes, they often have burgers!) The breakfast buffet is decent. Nothing mind-blowing but gets you going.
Room service? That’s a gamble. Sometimes it's available and sometimes it's not. It depends on staffing, the phase of the moon, and whether the opera-singing driver has finally been restrained. (Okay, I made that last bit up, but it wouldn't surprise me.) My advice? Plan accordingly. Pack snacks. A decent supply of non-perishable comfort food will save you. Especially if, like me, your comfort food is chips and chocolate.
I remember one time, I had a delayed flight. Stuck at the airport on a layover. I was starving. So, I ordered room service. Everything was great. Except the burger. It was cold. I was tired. I called downstairs and asked for a new one, but the next burger was also cold. And that was my breaking point. I was hungry. I was tired. I finally just asked for a bottle of wine. The wine was good. It's a mood changer. And isn't that all that really matters?
Beyond the room and the potential for burgers, what else is there? A gym? A pool? Do they have decent Wi-Fi? (Because, again, survival.)
Alright, the amenities. Let's not get carried away. It's an airport hotel, not a luxury resort. But it's got the essentials. Wi-Fi? Yes, and it's usually good. I say "usually" because, well, things happen. But, on the whole, it's reliable enough to check emails, stream a movie, and frantically search for the cheapest flight home when your original one gets cancelled.
Gym? Yes, but small. Think a treadmill, some weights, and a room that smells vaguely of chlorine and regret. (Just kidding! …Mostly.) Pool? Nope. (Sorry, no poolside cocktails here.) They did have a small business centre, but who uses those anymore? You're better off using a laptop in your room or the lobby - there's always plenty of people around, which always makes me feel less alone.
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