Escape to Paradise: Pear Tree Inn's Cape Girardeau Oasis Awaits!
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving HEADFIRST into the Pear Tree Inn in Cape Girardeau. This isn't your average TripAdvisor review; this is a full-blown, unfiltered, probably-too-honest plunge. Let's see if this "Escape to Paradise" actually delivers.
First Impressions: The Accessibility Gauntlet (and a sigh of relief)
Okay, right off the bat, HUGE props for the accessibility. Wheelchair accessible? Check. Elevator? Check. This is HUGE for anyone with mobility issues (like your slightly-older-than-they-look reviewer, who’s starting to appreciate a good elevator). Facilities for disabled guests? YES! Honestly, a sigh of relief. Nothing worse than rocking up to a supposedly accessible place and realizing "accessible" means "sort of, maybe, if you're a ninja."
And for the internet? My god, the internet. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Okay, okay, settle down, keyboard warrior. But seriously, Internet access – wireless, Internet access – LAN, Internet services (whatever they are, I assume they’re serving the internets). Crucial. You know, gotta post that Instagram pic of the… the… well, whatever you do in Cape Girardeau. The point is, online is essential. They get it.
Cleanliness and (COVID) Safety: Did I Survive?
Let’s be real, the pandemic has made us all germophobes. You're side-eyeing everything. Anti-viral cleaning products? Good. Daily disinfection in common areas? Excellent. Rooms sanitized between stays? Phew! Staff trained in safety protocol? Double phew! Hand sanitizer everywhere? Triple phew! Honestly, I’m looking for the small print that states 'liability waived for mental scarring from obsessive sanitizing'. Okay, maybe I felt slightly safe.
The biggie though, was the Room sanitization opt-out available. I actually liked that. It felt like they trusted me. I'd probably have opted out from a room sanitation as I am a germaphobe and that the room had been touched by many people.
The Room: My Personal Fortress (with a few hiccups)
So, the room. Let’s get specific. Air conditioning? Obviously. Blackout curtains? Bless you. Extra long bed? Now we're talking. Non-smoking rooms? Thank the heavens. Bathrobes and Slippers? Ah yes, the little touches that make you feel like royalty (even if you're just wearing your pajama pants).
I opted for the Interconnecting room(s) available because my travel buddy had to cancel at the last minute. Daily housekeeping, was good. But I must confess, one of them didn't seem to notice the coffee stain on the desk that I left there from my first spilled coffee.
Now, the reality check. One tiny, tiny gripe? The carpet. Okay, it's probably been cleaned and sanitized to within an inch of its life, but… carpet in a hotel room? It just feels like a breeding ground for dust bunnies, even if it isn't.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: A Carb-Lover's Dilemma
Alright, food. The most important thing. A la carte in restaurant? Breakfast [buffet]? Buffet in restaurant? SOLD. I am a buffet fiend. I love the sheer, glorious excess of it. Coffee/tea in restaurant? Yes, again. Coffee shop? Excellent. Breakfast takeaway service? Fantastic for those bleary-eyed mornings.
Now, here's where it gets tricky. I adore buffet breakfasts, I want everything and more. The Asian breakfast, was quite appealing. The International cuisine in restaurant, was too. So, I tried to order what I could. But I wanted more. I wanted to sample everything.
Things to do and "Ways to Relax": Spa Day Dreaming
Swimming pool [outdoor]? Check! Fitness center? Ugh. I guess. (I’ll squeeze in a quick workout… eventually). Spa? YES! Massage? DOUBLE YES! I didn't use the Sauna, or the Steamroom, as I prefer massages.
I was so excited for the Spa, I felt like a kid on Christmas Eve, I thought, “This is it! This is where I'm going to bliss out, melt into a puddle of relaxation, and forget all the stress and the never-ending to-do list.”
I booked a massage, and started getting undressed, the therapist came in and started my treatment. I was ready for the Body scrub and Body wrap. But I was quite disappointed. I kept hearing the staff talking and giggling. I felt like I wasn't the biggest priority. I felt like an unwanted guest.
The Verdict and a Call to Action: Your Cape Girardeau Getaway Awaits
Look, the Pear Tree Inn isn’t perfect. No hotel is. But it's a solid choice. It’s accessible, clean, and has all the essential creature comforts. The staff are friendly (even if my massage experience wasn't). They've clearly put a lot of effort into safety, which is a HUGE plus.
So, here's the deal. If you're looking for a comfortable, conveniently located hotel in Cape Girardeau with decent amenities and a commitment to safety, the Pear Tree Inn should be on your list. Click that booking button, pack your bags, and get ready for a (mostly) stress-free getaway.
Here's my highly subjective, slightly chaotic rating:
- Overall: 7.5/10. It's a strong, reliable choice, with room for improvement.
- Accessibility: 10/10. They nailed it.
- Cleanliness/Safety: 9/10. Impressive, but I'll never not be a tiny bit paranoid.
- Food: 8/10. Buffets, babies, buffets! And the availability of so many cuisines.
- Relaxation Factor: 6/10. The Spa experience was a bit of a letdown, but other facilities, made up for it.
Final Thoughts: Go. Enjoy. And don't forget to tip the housekeeping staff, a really, really appreciated people.
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Day 1: Arrival and the Existential Dread of Hotel Rooms
1:00 PM - Touchdown (or Crash Landing?): Alright, so I thought I'd be arriving like a sophisticated traveler, cool and collected, ready to be all "Ah, yes, Cape Girardeau, a gem of the Midwest!" Nope. The flight was delayed, I spilled coffee on my new (ish) white shirt, and the rental car smelled vaguely of a wet dog and ambition. (Neither of which I possess.)
2:30 PM - Pear Tree Inn Check-in (and the Great Bedspread Debate): Checked in at Pear Tree Inn. The lobby was… beige. Beige carpeting, beige walls, beige everything. Honestly, it was giving me flashbacks to my childhood dentist's office. The front desk person, bless her heart, looked like she’d seen a ghost (probably from having to deal with people like me all day). The room? Standard hotel room fare. A tiny TV, a desk that was probably designed to give carpal tunnel to anyone who dared to actually work at it. The bedspread, however… that's where the real drama began. I stared at it, this unfortunate quilt of indeterminate pattern and questionable hygiene, and asked myself the age-old question: is that a stain, or is it just part of the design? I couldn't decide so I just threw a blanket from the car over it.
3:00 PM - Mandatory Hotel Room Ritual: Unpacking (and Judging My Wardrobe Choices): The unpacking is a sacred ritual. It’s a chance to assess my life choices, in the form of clothing. "Why did I pack that hideous floral shirt?," I muttered to myself. "And, WHY don’t I have proper socks?"
4:00 PM – Panic Pre-Dinner: Google Maps is my Frenemy Okay, so I'm hungry. Hangry, possibly. "Where do people eat in this town?" I type into Google Maps. "Best burger in Cape Girardeau?" A million places pop up. Is it bad that I feel more stressed than if I was actually at work?
6:00 PM - Dinner (Where the Burger Dreams Died): After much deliberation, I opted for a highly-rated burger joint. And… it was fine. Utterly, pedestrianly fine. The burger was okay, the fries were a little cold, and the service… let's just say the waitress looked like she'd rather be anywhere else (same, sister). I felt a profound sense of disappointment. This isn't how my trip was supposed to go! I wanted to be transported! To feel something! Instead, I was just… hungry.
7:30 PM - Hotel Room Therapy (and the TV Remote’s Conspiracy): Back in the beige bliss of the hotel room, I decided to decompress. The TV remote was my opponent. Each button was a gamble. I was trapped in a digital maze where the only escape was… well, I had to find a channel to get a good night's sleep!
8:30 PM – Realization that I forgot my charger Seriously?
Day 2: Pursuing the Local Lore (and Failing Miserably)
8:00 AM - Breakfast (a true test of willpower): Free breakfast. The words made me immediately sad. It's always the same: rubbery eggs, questionable sausage, and the kind of coffee that tastes like it’s been brewing since the Mesozoic Era. I grabbed a waffle, choked it down, and swore off free hotel breakfasts for the rest of my life. (I won't).
9:00 AM - Trying to be Cultural. Attempt 1: The Riverview at the River Campus: I had this grand plan to "immerse myself in the local culture." First stop: The River Campus. I wanted to visit the Art Museum. I had all these lofty ambitions of appreciating art! I walked in… and promptly got lost. Seriously. I wandered around for a good twenty minutes, feeling like a lost toddler, before I found anything even remotely interesting. The art was… well, let’s just say it wasn’t exactly setting my soul on fire. I mostly just felt self-conscious about not knowing what I was looking at.
11:00 AM - The Search for Authentic Souvenirs (and the Crisis of Choice): Okay, so I felt like I needed to buy something local to remember this trip! But what do you even buy in Cape Girardeau? I wandered through a couple of antique shops, surrounded by dusty knick-knacks. I felt the deep, crushing weight of my own consumerism.
1:00 PM - The Great Mississippi River Experience: I decided to walk along the Mississippi River. It was… impressive, I guess? It was big and brown. The wind was whipping around, threatening to blow me into the water. I took a picture. I felt… nothing.
2:00 PM - Lunch - Again I went to a local cafe. I ordered… something. It was edible, at least.
3:00 PM – I found the locals! After lunch, I sat outside the cafe and listened to the conversations of the locals. They were lovely, honestly.
5:00 PM – Back to the Hotel, and the Existential Bedspread Questions Back to the hotel. The bedspread taunted me.
7:00 PM - Dinner (A Moment of Unexpected Joy): I opted for a local pizza place. And, against all odds, it was good. Really good. The pizza was delicious, the staff were friendly, and for a brief, shining moment, I felt a glimmer of happiness. This pizza was… hope.
8:00 PM - The Evening: Watching some TV. Feeling the existential dread. Wondering if I should just go home early.
Day 3: Escape from Cape Girardeau West (and a Vow to be a Better Traveler)
8:00 AM - Breakfast (Last Stand): More free breakfast. This time, I just grabbed a banana and a coffee.
9:00 AM - Check-out (and Existential Relief): The moment I handed over my keycard, I felt a wave of pure, unadulterated relief wash over me. I was free. Free from the beige, the bedspread, the blandness.
9:30 AM - The Road Beckons: Fueled by coffee and a newfound sense of optimism, I hit the road. This trip wasn't a total loss, but it was messy, imperfect, and absolutely, undeniably human. I made mistakes, felt bored, and experienced moments of brief, shining joy.
**10:00 AM - Exit Strategy: ** I finally managed to escape. It was like a prison. But I’m going home.
Post-Trip Reflection (and the Search for Meaning):
Okay, so, was Cape Girardeau perfect? Absolutely not. Did I have the deeply transformative experience I was hoping for? Nope. But… I survived. And maybe, just maybe, that's the point. Travel isn't always about soaring highs and breathtaking views. Sometimes, it's about beige hotel rooms, disappointing burgers, and the quiet joy of a good pizza. And maybe, just maybe, that's enough.
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Escape to Paradise: Pear Tree Inn's Cape Girardeau Oasis Awaits! -- (Or Does It?) FAQs That Get Real
Okay, so Pear Tree Inn... is it REALLY paradise? Or just... a hotel?
Paradise? Woah there, slow down. After my *experience*... Look, let's be honest. "Paradise" is a STRONG word. It's Cape Girardeau. Let's just say it's a perfectly acceptable hotel. But calling it "paradise"? That's some serious marketing hype. I mean, I went in expecting swaying palm trees, exotic cocktails, and maybe a personal masseuse (hey, a girl can dream!). What I got was... a comfortable room, a decent breakfast (more on that later!), and… the distinct impression that the AC was on the fritz during the first night. So, paradise? Questionable. Relaxing getaway? Potentially. Worth the price? Debatable. I would rather skip the breakfast...
What's the deal with the breakfast? I see mixed reviews...
Ah, the breakfast. This is where things get... interesting. The website boasts a "gourmet continental breakfast." Gourmet? Hmm. Let's just say their definition of "gourmet" and mine might differ *slightly*. Think… the standard hotel fare. Bagels (which, let's be honest, often taste like cardboard, and these were no exception), some sad-looking fruit (mostly apples, and not the crisp, juicy kind), pre-packaged pastries... and the coffee! Oh, the coffee. It was… lukewarm. Like, vaguely caffeinated, but mostly just… there. My first morning, I actually considered running to the *gas station* down the road for an actual cup of coffee. I didn't, because I was already in my PJs and the thought was exhausting. The second morning... well, I just skipped it. I took a nap. Life's too short for bad coffee, people. Seriously. And, honestly, the tiny, pre-packaged yogurt cups? A crime against dairy.
The rooms... what are they like? Are they clean?
Generally, yes, the rooms are clean. I am a bit of a clean freak, and I didn't find anything *too* alarming, but I always give everything a good once-over when I first check in. The bathroom looked clean, but it was tiny. Like, I'm not kidding, if I dropped the soap... well, let's just say I'd be doing a whole lot of awkward bending. And the bed... okay, the bed was comfortable. Seriously. That's a huge plus. I sunk right in after the long drive. It was nice. The pillows were fluffy! I slept really well one night, even with what I think was a malfunctioning air conditioner. (That's a big "if" for the whole experience.) I just hope the room on the side of the breakfast area wouldn't be too noisy.
Okay, what about the location? Is it convenient?
Location-wise... it's not bad. It's in Cape Girardeau, so, you know… it's in Cape Girardeau. I was visiting family, so the location was fine for me since I was close to their house. It's pretty close to some restaurants (that part was a plus!), and you're not *too* far from the river. But the best advice I can give is: Do your research. Cape Girardeau is not exactly a bustling metropolis. But if you're coming for the casino, or to see the Mississippi River, it will do.
Anything else I should know before I book? Any hidden gems?
Hidden gems… hmm. Well… they had a small pool, which looked… inviting. I didn't use it, because, well, my swimsuit was still unpacked in the car (classic me!). It looked clean, though. And I *think* they had a small gym. Again, I am not a gym person, so I wouldn't know. I did spot a vending machine… don't get your hopes up. The hidden gem is that the front desk staff were friendly, and it’s always nice to be greeted with a smile, even if the coffee is borderline criminal and the air conditioning is failing to do its job. The hotel staff always made sure to ask and make sure everything was alright. I’d give them an A for service. The owner seems to care about the place. I like that.
Okay, let's get personal. Would you go back? Really?
Ugh, this is the million-dollar question. Honestly? Probably. But ONLY if I *had* to. If the Pear Tree Inn was the most affordable option and I were visiting the area again? Maybe. But I'd pack my own coffee maker. And my own snacks. And maybe a portable fan, just in case that AC situation hasn't been resolved. Seriously, the thought of spending another night with that AC made me shudder a little. That's the major issue I had. I still don't know if it was on or off. But I went back and reviewed my stay, so I should probably get back and get a discount for my next stay, if there ever is one. The jury’s still out.
