Sheraton Atlanta Perimeter North: Your Luxury Atlanta Escape Awaits!
Sheraton Atlanta Perimeter North: More Than Just a Room (and a Slightly Overpriced Coffee)
Okay, so the tagline "Your Luxury Atlanta Escape Awaits!"… well, let’s unpack that claim, shall we? Because escaping Atlanta is tough, you know? Traffic, the heat, those confusing MARTA routes… but the Sheraton Perimeter North? It's certainly a place to escape to. Let's be real, a luxury escape is a strong statement, more like a comfortable, well-equipped, and generally pleasant stay with some perks.
Accessibility: A Big Thumbs Up (Mostly)
First things first: Access. This is crucial, right? And truthfully, the Sheraton mostly nails it. They've got elevators, which is a given, but always appreciated, Facilities for disabled guests are listed, and while I didn’t specifically need them during my stay (shoutout to my perfectly functioning legs!), I saw plenty of evidence they'd thought things through. Good job, Sheraton.
On-Site Eats & Drinks: The Buffet and the Bar – A Tale of Two Experiences
Alright, let's dive into the food situation. This is where things get… interesting.
- Restaurants & Bars: They definitely have a restaurant and a bar. That's good. The restaurant offers a buffet, an a la carte menu, and supposedly, some international cuisine. (I think I saw a vaguely Thai dish on there). The bar serves drinks. Again, good! (Although, that poolside bar was tantalizingly unused during my stay due to the season… a definite missed opportunity for a warm Atlanta day).
- The Buffet…and My Existential Crisis: The breakfast buffet… let's just say it was a thing. It was vast. It was overflowing with… everything. Waffles! Eggs! Sausage! Cereal! Fruit! And… a certain feeling of slight existential dread. I wandered through the endless options, feeling a bit like a contestant on a food-eating competition, only I was pretty sure I wasn't going to win. They did have an "Asian corner," which was… well, it was there. Nothing terrible, nothing thrilling. Just… food. Which, I guess, is the point.
- Room Service 24/7: My Unexpected Hero: Room service, however, was a lifesaver. Especially at 2 AM when I suddenly decided I needed a club sandwich. (Don't judge my sleep-deprived decisions!). The sandwich was surprisingly good, actually. A little pricey, sure, but hey, that's the luxury escape tax. And the guy who delivered it? Super friendly, even at that ungodly hour. Kudos to the room service team. They saved the day.
Internet, Glorious Internet (With a Few Hiccups)
Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Hallelujah! And it generally worked. Thank goodness. My life practically revolves around the internet. I'm talking to you right now, aren't I? There was a LAN option too, for the technologically inclined. But I spent most of my time juggling my phone, my laptop, and my sanity, praying the connection wouldn't drop mid-sentence. It was a slightly stressed-out relationship, but ultimately, we made it work.
Things to Do (Relaxing & Otherwise): The Spa, the Gym, and the Pool with a View (Sort Of)
Okay, let's talk about the relaxing bits. Because, y'know, "luxury escape" and all that.
- The Pool with a View…of the Parking Lot: The outdoor pool… was there. Unfortunately, the "view" from the pool, at least at certain angles, was the parking lot. Not quite the tropical oasis I was hoping for, but still, refreshing. And they have a sauna, a steamroom and a pool view.
- The Fitness Center: My One Regret: I almost went to the fitness center. Almost. But then… the call of the Netflix and the room service was too strong. So I cannot comment on the gym, I'm afraid, other than to say they have one, so, good for them. I'm sure it was very… gym-like.
- The Spa: A Dream? They have a spa! Though I didn't have time to check them out.
Cleanliness & Safety: Feeling Safe (Mostly)
From what I saw, the Sheraton seems to take cleanliness seriously. They had all the usual suspects: hand sanitizer everywhere, staff in masks, and signs about their hygiene protocols. It felt clean, which is half the battle. The rooms were sanitized between stays, which gave me peace of mind. They also had a doctor/nurse on call. Safety features like smoke detectors, fire extinguishers, and security personnel were all evident, making me feel overall protected.
The Room Itself: Comfortable, but Not Mind-Blowing
My room was… fine. Clean, comfortable, and well-equipped. Air conditioning? Check. Blackout curtains? Double-check (essential for my sleep schedule). Coffee maker? Yes! But the instant coffee didn't quite live up to my expectations, but hey, it was there. There was a desk (thank goodness) for working. The bed itself was comfy, with extra long bed, that's a plus. The bathroom was clean, though the toiletries weren't exactly top-of-the-line luxurious. But overall, it was a perfectly serviceable room. Nothing too fancy. Nothing to write home about, other than the fact that I'm writing about it right now.
Services and Conveniences: The Little Things That Matter
- Front Desk and Concierge: The staff were generally helpful. The front desk was efficient and friendly. The concierge was… well, I didn’t actually need the concierge services during my stay, but they were there.
- The Little Things: They offer all the usual services: daily housekeeping, laundry, dry cleaning. And the convenience store, which came in handy for a late-night snack emergency.
For the Kids: Family Friendly-ish
I didn't have any kids with me, but the hotel advertises itself as family-friendly. They do have kids meal, so, there's a bonus. And, of course, the pool.
Getting Around: Driving is King (or Queen) in Atlanta
They have a free car park, which is a major plus. Valet parking is available too. Airport transfer is available, which is also a bonus!
My Final Verdict: A Solid Choice, with a Few Caveats
The Sheraton Atlanta Perimeter North is a good choice for a business trip or a weekend getaway. It's comfortable, clean, and well-equipped. But the "luxury escape" part? Well, let's just say it's a slightly inflated claim. It’s more of a "comfortable Atlanta stay" than a mind-blowing splurge. The buffet… and the parking lot views are certainly areas for improvement. But, the room service, staff, and the general sense of security make it a worthwhile option.
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Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because this ain't your grandma's itinerary. We're talking Sheraton Atlanta Perimeter North, baby, and we're gonna live it, not just tick it off a list. Prepare for chaos. Prepare for (hopefully) laughter. Prepare for… well, you'll see.
Day 1: Arrival and the Great Room Gamble (or, Why Did I Book This Hotel?)
1:00 PM: Touchdown, Hartsfield-Jackson. Okay, first impression: Atlanta is big. Like, runway-to-infinity big. Luggage carousel roulette commenced, and I swear, I saw my bag flirt with a particularly fetching Samsonite before finally popping out. Triumph! (Emotional Reaction: Relief mixed with the dawning dread that I've forgotten something vital. Probably my toothbrush. Always my toothbrush.)
2:30 PM: Uber to the Sheraton. Let's just say the driver and I bonded over our shared love of complaining about Atlanta traffic. The hotel… well, it's a Sheraton. You know the type: reliable, clean, vaguely beige. My room? Perfectly serviceable. (Quirky Observation: The air conditioning is already trying to kill me. I suspect a conspiracy by Big Aircon.)
3:30 PM: Room recon. Unpack. Assess existential dread of being alone in a hotel room. Stare at the minibar (temptation is STRONG). Google, "Best pizza near me." (Messy Structure: Wait, did I remember to tip the Uber driver? Damn it. And is that a tiny, suspicious stain on the carpet? Oh well. Let's order pizza.)
5:00 PM: The Great Room. This is where things get… interesting. The hotel lobby situation is exactly what you'd expect: people camped out with laptops, a low hum of conversation, and that slightly stale, generic "hotel air" smell. My first mission? Locate the bar. (Rambles: Seriously, why do all hotel bars have the same menu? Burgers, wings, watered-down cocktails. Am I the only one who yearns for a little more… adventure? Maybe a yakitori skewer? A margarita with actual tequila? Sigh.)
6:00 PM: Encountered the "happy hour." Decided to try a "signature cocktail" – I figured, live a little, right? It tasted vaguely of sadness and regret. (Stronger Emotional Reaction: I think I just paid $15 for a sugar bomb that tasted suspiciously like cough syrup. Nope. Not happy. Angry.)
7:30 PM: The pizza finally arrived. So-so pizza. Ate the pizza. Watched garbage TV. Considered life choices.
9:00 PM: Hit the sack. So far, so… meh. (Opinionated Language: This hotel is fine. Perfectly adequate. But I’m still wondering if I should have booked that quirky Airbnb with the rooftop pool. Hindsight is 20/20, as they say, and I'm starting to see more and more of it.)
Day 2: Perimeter Promenade and the Lost-and-Found Lament
8:00 AM: Breakfast. Avoided the buffet. Opted for a sad-looking croissant from the little "market" downstairs. (Imperfections: Realized I forgot to bring my travel book. And I forgot my allergy med. This is going swimmingly).
9:00 AM: Attempted the fitness center. (It smelled faintly of stale sweat and desperation). Walked on the treadmill for 20 minutes while scrolling through Instagram. (Stronger Emotional Reaction: Bored. I hate hotel gyms.)
10:00 AM: The Perimeter Mall. Alright, this is where I was going to get adventurous… or at least pick up a coffee. Instead, got sucked into the vortex of retail. Found a sale on socks. Bought the socks. (Messy Structure: Wait, what was I doing there? Oh yeah, I wanted coffee.)
12:00 PM: Lunch at whatever was in the mall. (Don’t ask. I'm too embarrassed to admit where.) (Emotional Reaction: Feeling a strange sense of shopper’s remorse. Did I REALLY need those socks?)
2:00 PM: The lost-and-found. Realized, with a sickening lurch in my stomach, that my keys are gone. Contacted the Sheraton's lost-and-found, and the hunt begins. This is where things truly went downhill. Spent an hour and a half filing paperwork and calling different places. (Doubling Down On Experience: And it took for freaking ever. I mean, who can misplace keys in a SMALL hotel room?! I swore I put them on that weird little desk in the corner. The one that doubles as a nightstand. And the hotel staff?! They were sympathetic, but I was clearly a nuisance. I was mortified.)
4:00 PM: Back to the room (keyless). Ordered room service (because why not at this point). The burger was mediocre. The fries were… okay. (Quirky Observation: The TV remote has more buttons than my brain cells.)
6:00 PM: More waiting. More worrying. More staring at my own reflection and wondering if I should just stay in the hotel forever.
8:00 PM: Found the keys?! The hotel's housekeeper found them. I want to kiss her. I am now a blubbering mess of gratitude and relief. (Stronger Emotional Reaction: Never again will I take my keys for granted! Never!)
Day 3: Departure (and the Redemption of the Sheraton?)
8:00 AM: Another sad croissant (I'm sensing a theme). Refilling my meds and packing carefully.
9:00 AM: Checking out. Saying goodbye to the room and the lingering smell of air freshener. (Opinionated Language: The staff were kind. Maybe I wasn’t entirely fair to the hotel. I mean, at least it wasn’t on fire, right?)
9:30 AM: The Uber to the airport was uneventful (thank God).
11:00 AM: Departure. Atlanta fading in the distance. (Emotional Reaction: So long, Atlanta. Maybe I'll see you again…maybe not. But at least I have the socks!)
And that, my friends, is all folks! My time at the Sheraton Atlanta Perimeter North in a nutshell – an imperfect, chaotic, and hopefully, humorous journey. Remember, travel isn't about perfection. It's about the mess, the mishaps, and the moments that make you say, "Well, THAT was something." Now if you'll excuse me, I need a nap.
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Oh God, It's Me: A FAQ (Probably More Questions Than Answers)
So, uh, who *are* you, exactly?
Me? Oh, just a walking, talking, caffeine-fueled paradox. I'm like a poorly-made pizza – a little cheesy, sometimes burnt around the edges, and forever trying to figure out what toppings I actually LIKE. I could tell you about my "professional pursuits" (yawn), but honestly, the real me is the one who tripped on the sidewalk this morning while contemplating the meaning of life. And maybe that's the whole point, right? We're all just a little... clumsy.
What do you do for fun? (Besides creating this glorious mess, obviously.)
Fun. Right. Well, my idea of "fun" has morphed over the years. Now, it's a mix of stuff. I *adore* getting lost in a good book (preferably one with a ridiculously complex plot and a morally grey protagonist). And a good movie? Forget about it. I once spent three hours straight sobbing during *Up*. Don't judge me! But mostly, I love people watching. The sheer *drama* and absurdity of human interaction is just... chef’s kiss. I also like wandering around in the woods, because being amongst nature makes me feel better.
What are your weaknesses? Be honest!
Oh, buddy, where do I *start*? Chocolate. I'm a complete and utter slave to anything chocolate, especially dark chocolate with sea salt. It’s a problem. I also have zero self-control when it comes to procrastination. See this FAQ? Probably should have been finished a week ago. And… well, I tend to overthink *everything*. Seriously, you could ask me what kind of cereal I like, and I'd have a 30-minute internal debate about the merits of oat-based versus wheat-based options and the social implications of eating a sugary breakfast. It's exhausting, even for me.
Okay, let's talk about something you're *really* passionate about. What gets you fired up?
Ah, now you're talking! I HAVE to stand up for the underdog. Like, it actually *bugs* me when people are treated unfairly. Just recently, I got into a heated argument with... well, let's just say someone who was being a total jerk to a barista. And I *went* off. I felt like a total superhero! (Okay, maybe a slightly awkward, coffee-stained superhero, but still!) I believe in kindness. I believe in using your voice. I believe in the power of a really good cup of coffee.
Ever had a *really* embarrassing moment? Spill the tea!
Embarrassing? Honey, my life is a never-ending parade of cringeworthy memories! But *one* that stands out? Oh, yes. There was this time, in like, sixth grade. I was at a school dance. The music was loud, the lights were flashing, and I, armed with a serious lack of rhythm, was determined to dance. I tried to do a "cool" move I had seen in a movie. I stumbled, totally ate it, and landed right in front of the cute boy I had a crush on. And... the worst part? My skirt flew up. Like, *way* up. I'm pretty sure my face was the color of a ripe tomato for the rest of the year. I still cringe when I think about it. It's a foundational story for me.
What's the most important lesson life has taught you so far?
Oh, this is a deep one... huh. Okay, okay, let me think... I guess it’s that it’s okay to be *imperfect*. Not perfect, but *imperfect*. That perfection is a myth, a cruel joke that only leaves you feeling worse. That the messier, the more real, the more authentically *you*, the better. It’s the times I've failed, the times I've messed up, that have taught me the most. Because it’s in those moments that I've learned resilience, compassion, and the importance of a good sense of humor. And that's what it's really about, isn't it? Just the messy, beautiful, imperfect you.
Alright, what gives you the most joy? No, really, what keeps you going?
Gosh, the list could be long. I thrive on connection. I love that moment in a conversation where you connect with another person. When they *get* what you mean... when you *get* what *they* mean. Sometimes, it's just as simple as sharing a really good laugh with someone. The feeling of genuine connection, of belonging... that's pure gold to me. And, honestly, it's the little things. The first sip of coffee in the morning. The sound of rain on the roof. Seeing the sun glint off of a perfectly dewed leaf. Oh, and my dogs. Dogs. Their happy tails are everything. The unconditional, slobbery love is the best thing ever.
What are you *not* so great at? Come on, we all have our weaknesses.
Oh, well... being on time is not a strength. See, I'm always running late. It's a curse. I swear, I’m trying! I make lists, I set alarms... but something always happens. A rogue sock that refuses to be found. A sudden, overwhelming urge to stare at a particularly interesting cloud. A chatty squirrel that demands my attention. The list goes on. And I can't really sing. Not at all. I get a lot of side-eye when I try to sing loud. And oh! Cooking! I can follow a recipe; I can do it. But I still get nervous. I have, on several occasions, almost set off the smoke detector. It's not pretty.
OK, rapid fire. What's your biggest pet peeve?
People who talk during movies. Seriously? Just… Stop!
What's a guilty pleasure you're not ashamed to admit?
