Nu Stay Taichung: Taiwan's Hottest New Hotel? You HAVE to See This!
Nu Stay Taichung: Taiwan's Hottest New Hotel? You HAVE to See This!
The Grand Hysteria Hotel: A Review (Buckle Up, Buttercups!)
Alright, folks, gather 'round the campfire, because this isn't your cookie-cutter hotel review. Consider this a rambling, sometimes overly enthusiastic, and definitely imperfect account of my recent stay at… well, let’s call it the Grand Hysteria Hotel (for reasons that will become abundantly clear). Prepare for a tsunami of opinions, a sprinkle of snark, and enough tangents to make a squirrel dizzy.
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Let's Dive In, Shall We?
First impressions? The lobby felt… grand. Like, maybe a bit pretentious. But hey, that's what you pay for, right? I immediately spotted the doorman. A proper doorman! Felt important for a fleeting moment. Side note: He was lovely, but sometimes, the door swung a little too slow, leaving me feeling like a confused meerkat. Minor quibble, I know.
Accessibility: A Mixed Bag
My stay was with my Aunt Mildred who uses a wheelchair so accessibility was a HUGE factor. The facilities for disabled guests were… present. There was an elevator, thank the heavens, and mostly accessible routes but it wasn't perfect a few tight corners here and there. Definitely not the smoothest experience, and felt much worse when trying to squeeze my Aunt's wheelchair in! Plus, that gorgeous fountain right inside the lobby was clearly a massive obstacle for anyone with mobility issues. Wheelchair access specifically, was a bit of a gamble, I'd say.
On-Site Eats and Lounges: Food, Glorious (and Sometimes Questionable) Food!
Okay, the restaurants. This is where things got… interesting. The main restaurant, offering both buffet in restaurant and à la carte in restaurant options, was a sensory overload. The Asian cuisine in restaurant was surprisingly good! But the Western cuisine in restaurant…. let's just say, my "rare" steak arrived looking like a hockey puck. A burnt, chewy hockey puck. I sent it back (politely, of course). The breakfast [buffet] was a sprawling affair, with something for everyone. I love a good Asian breakfast, but the coffee… Oh dear god, the coffee. I had to double-shot my own. My aunt was super happy with the options available, although the lines made her a little restless.
The poolside bar was a lifesaver. Great cocktails and the view over the swimming pool [outdoor] was divine. I spent a solid afternoon nursing a questionable-named drink and just admiring the water. Ah, pool with view, that I can get behind.
And then there was the coffee shop. Bless. Perfect for a quick caffeine fix and people-watching.
Ways to Relax & Things to Do: Spa Daydreams & Fitness Nightmares
The spa! Now, that was more like it. I indulged in a body scrub (felt amazing!), a massage (knotted shoulders be gone!), and a blissful session in the sauna. They also had a steamroom and a spa/sauna combo, just in case you wanted to melt into a puddle of relaxation. Everything here was gorgeous.
The fitness center, however… Shudders. It wasn’t terrible, but it wasn't inspiring either. It was quite small. The gym/fitness center equipment looked a little… dated. I stuck to the treadmill, which, at least, worked.
Cleanliness and Safety: Pandemic Proofing (Mostly)
Okay, let's talk about the elephant in the room: COVID. The Grand Hysteria Hotel clearly took it seriously… at least, in some areas. They had hand sanitizer everywhere, and tons of staff trained in safety protocol. I saw daily disinfection in common areas, which gave me a sense of security. They also noted that they used anti-viral cleaning products and had a room sanitization opt-out available. I personally didn't see any issues with this.
But… there we're some minor flaws. I often noticed that the physical distancing of at least 1 meter rule was… aspirational. And I wasn't 100% convinced by the individually-wrapped food options. A bit wasteful, if you ask me.
I did appreciate the cashless payment service. And the presence of a doctor/nurse on call always gives me peace of mind, although I didn't need it.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: A Culinary Adventure
Aside from my hockey puck steak, dining was mostly a positive experience. The restaurants were generally good and the variety of food choices was brilliant. I liked the bottle of water left in the rooms daily (though I wish it was glass instead of plastic!).
Services and Conveniences: The Good, The Okay, and the Really Quite Useful
The concierge was a rockstar. They helped me secure a last-minute reservation for a highly coveted show. Dry cleaning and laundry service came in handy, too. The luggage storage was efficient. Side note: I lost something in my room, but it was recovered in a jiffy. That was great.
The Wi-Fi for special events was a bit spotty.
For the Kids: Family Fun (or Controlled Chaos?)
I don’t have kids, but the Babysitting service gave me confidence that it would be perfect.
Available in All Rooms: The Essentials (and Some Surprises)
The free Wi-Fi was a blessing. I had Internet access – wireless. My room had air conditioning which worked beautifully and was truly what I needed during that heatwave. The mini bar was tempting. The hair dryer worked. Non-smoking was helpful, but they do have a smoking area. I loved the Blackout curtains.
Getting Around: Transportation Troubles
The airport transfer was seamless. But the taxi service… well, let's just say it involved some interesting negotiations. Parking was great as it offered car park [free of charge]
Rooms, Rooms, Glorious Rooms… and a Few Quirks
My room was… decent. The air conditioning was a lifesaver. I loved the bathrobes (because, robes!). The slippers were comfy. But there were some tiny things missing. No complimentary tea. The safe box was tiny. And the desk was a bit cramped, meaning my laptop setup made me feel like a contortionist.
The shower was perfectly adequate. The bathtub? Lovely. The bed? Ah, the bed. I slept like a baby, though I think that might have been a result of the questionable cocktail. I did find a mirror and a reading light, all essential. Wake-up service and daily housekeeping were reliable.
The Verdict
So, would I recommend the Grand Hysteria Hotel? Hmm… It's complicated. It's not perfect, that's for sure, but it has its charms. It's got a great spa, some decent food options, and the staff (mostly) are genuinely lovely. It's a mixed bag of good and bad experiences. The accessibility could be better, and the dining needs a little work, and the wi-fi signal was… questionable, let's say. But overall, it was a memorable experience. A little bit chaotic, a little bit luxurious, and definitely worth considering if you're looking for a hotel with a bit of… character. Just be prepared for the occasional hiccup. And maybe a hockey puck steak.
Rating: 7.5 out of 10 (Would totally go back, but I'd wear ear plugs, and triple-check the steak.)
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we're not just going to Taichung, Taiwan… We're surviving it. And by "surviving," I mean stuffing my face with street food, getting hopelessly lost, potentially crying over a mango, and generally making a glorious mess of it all. This is my brutally honest, messy, and probably slightly unhinged itinerary for Nu Stay Taichung. Prepare for the unexpected.
Day 1: Arrival & A Thousand Tiny Adventures (aka, the Jet Lag Games)
Morning (ish), (Like, 1 PM): Alright, so the flight… Let's just say I’m pretty sure I dreamt in Mandarin for the first time. Landed in Taichung (after a mild existential crisis on the plane, because, well, long flights) and holy moly, the humidity. It hit me like a warm, wet hug. A hug that immediately made my hair frizzy. Found Nu Stay. Thank the travel gods, it's actually cute. Maybe a little too… minimalist for my taste? Where are the throw pillows, people?!
Afternoon (2 PM - 3 PM): Check-in… Sort of. I managed to communicate, mostly through panicked hand gestures and pointing at my booking. Success! Now, the unpacking. I swear, I bring half my wardrobe on every trip and then end up wearing the same three outfits. Don't judge me.
Afternoon (3 PM - 5 PM): Food hunt! Okay, first order of business: finding sustenance. I’d heard whispers of amazing street food. Found this little hole-in-the-wall place. Now I'm 90% sure I ordered something I couldn't pronounce, but it was a fried ball of deliciousness (what was in it? No idea, but I'd eat it again). Seriously, who needs Michelin stars when you have a cart on a street corner? Now, this is living…
Late afternoon/Evening (5 PM - 8 PM): Lost. Utterly, gloriously lost. Wandered aimlessly around the neighborhood, trying to decipher the maps (which is a hilarious activity, given my lack of direction skills). Encountered several bewildered shopkeepers who looked at me like I was a deranged tourist (fair). Finally stumbled (literally) upon the Rainbow Village but ended up buying some street food first, a quick lesson in eating before exploring. Found the village! It's gorgeous, so vibrant and colorful… but also, super crowded. Photo-op overload. I'm pretty sure I burnt my face in the sun whilst taking a picture.
Evening (8 PM onwards): Dinner (again, street food. Duh). Found a place with these amazing, juicy dumplings. Ate approximately a million of them. Stumbled back to the hotel, jet-lagged and slightly delirious. Now, a shower? Maybe a nap? Okay, definitely a nap.
Day 2: Temples, Tea & Triumphant Mangoes
Morning (8 AM - 12 PM): Attempted to wake up early. Failed miserably. Actually got up at 10:30am… Jetlag is a cruel mistress. Decided to visit the temples. First stop: the Confucius Temple (beautiful, serene, and made me feel instantly inadequate about my own life choices). Then, onto the Paochueh Temple (a riot of color and incense. Nearly choked on the smoke, but in a good way?). I swear I saw a man give a prayer and then light a cigarette right afterwards. Okay, maybe my eyes did deceive me.
Lunch (12 PM - 1 PM): Found a little local spot. Ordered some noodles. Spilled said noodles all over myself. It wasn't graceful. Note to self: learn to use chopsticks before the next vacation.
Afternoon (1 PM - 4 PM): Tea time! Visited a tea plantation. It was scenic, educational, and I still don't understand the difference between oolong and green tea (but the tea tasting was delightful). Also, bought an overpriced tea set. I'm a sucker for pretty things.
Late Afternoon (4 PM - 6 PM): Mango Madness! I located… the mango stall. The stories are true. The mangoes were a revelation. Juicy, sweet, dripping down my chin… I almost wept. This is the moment I came to Taiwan for. This is what life is all about.
Evening (6 PM onwards): Attempted to explore a night market. The sensory overload! Food, lights, people… it was glorious chaos. Ate more food than humanly possible. Nearly fainted from happiness. Got a little lost again.
Day 3: Culture, Cravings, and Departure
Morning (9 AM - 12 PM): Visited the National Museum of Taiwan Fine Arts. The art was… art. I'm not an art critic, but I enjoyed it. Especially the aircon, was much welcomed! Found a cool cafe with some very fancy coffee.
Lunch (12 PM - 1 PM): One last food binge! Found a restaurant on the list I made before leaving for Taiwan. Ordered everything. No regrets.
Afternoon (1 PM - 3 PM): One last search for souvenirs (which I am terrible at). Bought some keychains, because, you know, memories.
Late Afternoon (3 PM - 5 PM): Last-minute mango smoothie (because one mango experience is never enough). Wrote a journal entry, trying to capture the essence of this trip. Spoiler alert: I failed.
Evening (5 PM onwards): Headed back to Nu Stay, feeling a mix of exhaustion and elation. Packed my bags (with considerably less space than I had on arrival), said goodbye to the lovely staff, and headed to the airport. Already planning my return. Because, Taichung, you glorious, messy, delicious, slightly confusing city… I will be back.
Why am I even doing this? Honestly?
Alright, confession time: I started this whole sock drawer reorganization thing... well, I was bored. Utterly, hopelessly bored. It was a Sunday. The sun was doing that aggressively bright thing it does. And I’d already rewatched all of *Parks and Rec* (again). So, naturally, my brain went, "Socks! Time to wrestle the abyss of mismatched nylon!"
Seriously though? The *hope*. The sheer, unadulterated hope that I'd finally, *finally* have a drawer where I could actually FIND a matching pair of socks without a frantic archaeological dig. That’s the siren song, my friends. The siren song of socks.
Okay, so what's the *biggest* impediment to sock drawer nirvana?
Oh, easy. The sheer, unbridled *volume* of socks. I'm pretty sure my sock drawer is a self-perpetuating ecosystem of wool, cotton, and polyester. I have socks from high school (don't ask), socks with holes (I swear I'll fix them!), socks that I *swear* are supposed to be paired but, you know, aren't. It's a sock graveyard, honestly. A wonderfully smelly, occasionally itchy graveyard.
And don't even get me started on the single socks. Where DO they go? Do they have sock secret societies? Do they gather in the dryer, plotting revenge? I'm pretty sure my dryer is a black hole for socks.
What's your sock organizational method? Is it, like, Marie Kondo-esque?
Hah! Marie Kondo? Honey, my sock drawer is the antithesis of KonMari. I *attempt* to fold them neatly. I *attempt* to pair them. I sometimes – *sometimes* – even manage to get them stacked in a vaguely orderly fashion. But then, life happens. A rush out the door, a late-night snack raid, a sudden urge to wear that one pair of argyle with the hole in the heel… and BAM! Chaos reigns again. It's a constant battle, a never-ending cycle… and I wouldn't have it any other way (kinda).
I tried the rolling method once. Looked beautiful! For approximately 12 minutes. Then, things went south. Back to folding (badly). At least then you can find them… *eventually*.
Ever find anything interesting while digging through the Sock Abyss?
Oh, *yes*. Last time, (last time being, like, an hour ago - don't judge!) I unearthed a pair of neon-pink socks with… wait for it… a picture of a llama wearing a tiny sombrero. A LLAMA. WEARING A SOMBRERO. I’d completely forgotten I owned them! How does that even *happen*? Are they meant to spark joy? I don't know. But they're in. They're *stuck*. Honestly, I'm considering wearing them tomorrow. I’m going to be honest, they’re a pretty big mood. I’m not even a llama person, but… I *respect* the sombrero.
And, on a less exciting note, I frequently find lost receipts, stray hair ties, and the occasional rogue button. Ah, the treasures of a well-loved sock drawer.
Biggest sock drawer disaster story? Spill the tea!
Okay, this is almost too mortifying to admit… but… here goes. I was rushing for a date (years ago, thankfully!), and, in a moment of pure panic, I grabbed a pair of socks. Didn't look. Didn't check. Just… pulled them on. I got to the date, everything seemed fine… until I took off my shoes. And then… disaster. One sock was navy blue with argyle. The other… was bright orange with polka dots. I swear the colour scheme was so bad I'm surprised I didn't set off the alarm. I nearly died of embarrassment. The date, to his credit, laughed. Maybe the disaster was worth it? (Probably not.)
The moral of the story? Double-check your socks. Always. ALWAYS.
What's the *most* important thing about sock drawer organization?
Honestly? Lower your expectations. Accept that it will never be perfect, that the chaos will eventually return. Maybe embrace a little bit of the mess, a little bit of the… sock-tastrophe. It’s okay if it’s not Instagram-worthy. It's okay if you have a few mismatched pairs. Because, let’s face it, even in its disorganized glory, a sock drawer is a symbol of comfort, of everyday life, of… well, having socks. Which, in the grand scheme of things, is pretty darn good.
Plus, the llama socks with the sombrero… I'd never have found those in a perfectly organized drawer, now would I?
Okay, so… any tips for the sock-challenged among us?
Sure, here are a few: 1) Buy lots of identical socks. Seriously. Life-changing. 2) Have a designated 'lost sock' basket. You can hope again for their reunion. 3) Embrace the mismatched look. It's quirky! It's fun! It's also a sign that you're probably, you know, alive and not an alien perfectly duplicating human behavior. 4) Occasionally, and I mean occasionally, get rid of the ones that are beyond repair. It's hard, but it needs to be done. 5) Consider the llama socks. You might need them.
What do you *really* get out of this whole sock drawer business?
Okay, this is going to be cheesy, but... a moment of control. In a world that feels increasingly chaotic, a few minutes (or, let's be honest, hours) spent wrestling with socks gives me a sense of, well, *something*. A tiny victory. A small act of defiance against the overwhelming tide of… everything. And hey, if I find a llama-sombrero sock along the way? Even better.
Final thoughts?
Just… go forth and sort your socks! Or don't! It's your drawer, your socks, your life. Do what makes you happy. And if you findEvansville's Hidden Gem: Hilton Garden Inn - Unbeatable Deals Inside!
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