Gregory N.
Yelp
Let's reflect on my rather disappointing experience at The Lodge at Whitefish. I pre-wrote this out and its apparently too long for Yelp, so I'll break it down by the day. Let's get started.
I called about a month out from my check-in date and spoke to a really nice reservations agent.
She was honest and spoke well. I had initially called to make a reservation at The Lodge's sister property in town, but they didn't have the room I was looking for, and she subsequently recommended The Lodge instead. She painted a good picture of The Lodge and told me all about its amenities. Ultimately, She told me the rates, which included a lesser rate on Sunday and I booked the room.
Before ending my call, I let her know I'd be driving my Tesla and was hoping to use their destination charger. I asked if she could make a note of such in my reservation. She told me she would and mentioned there being two spots in the garage to use. I also asked if she could put a note on the reservation requesting a room at the end of the wing on the first floor.
Fast forward to check-in. Wow. It's a beautiful property and the bell staff were super accommodating and friendly.
I go to check in and give my information. The front desk agent shows me the folio with the same room rate for three nights. I bring up the mistake and tell her about my conversation with the reservations agent. This doesn't matter though, as she tells me it's the same rate each night. Also, I discover that the hotel isn't offering housekeeping services during our stay. She tells me if I need anything to call housekeeping and they'll drop it by the door. This lack of a very important amenity doesn't include a discounted rate, but I didn't want to go there with the girl.
Next we walk to the room. It's in the middle of a wing on the second floor. The request I made wasn't even remotely honored or considered. On top of this, the room is missing coffee, cups, shampoos and soaps, no liner in the trash and the carpet is stained all over. I'm beginning to become embarrassed for The Lodge and second guessing my choice to stay there.
After we bring our things in I leave to go park my car. In the garage, I find one of the two EV spots has been filled with construction debris and restaurant tables, blocking the entire spot and a Charger.
I park my car somewhere else then go talk to the bellman. He tries to get maintence on his radio for the better part of five minutes, but they don't answer. He feels bad and leaves his post to come see if he can help.
We walk down together and he mentions how the hotel is down, "35," workers, who he said were, "immigrants," and this has made them very short staffed for the holiday weekend.
Ultimately, the bellman and I clear out the parking spot so I can use a charger. I had to help him move a parking spot full of tables and construction debris.
On my way back to the room, I check with the front desk and let them know my room didn't have any coffee or cups or soaps or a trash liner. He assures me this was a mistake and tells me to call housekeeping to get what I need.
I go back to the room, call housekeeping and let them know. I tell them I'm gonna head to the pool, but to feel free to come in and leave the stuff where it goes.
Now comes the pool scene. Wow. It reminded me of MTV Spring Break in Cancun. See, The Lodge is comprised of a hotel type atmosphere, but it's also equipped with personally owned condos which are also rented out. These can be used by their owners, and also their bratty and entitled kids.
The pool has a mix of kids and these twenty something bro's. Those individuals are packed around the bar. In the mix of all this covid scare, these people are packed into an outdoor area like sardines in a can.
With this, it's spilling into the pool. So you have a couple of drunk girls on one end of the pool, "mother-f*cking," everything and talking loudly about having sex with some new dude, then you have a young couple on the other end where the guy is literally finger-banging his girl in front of kids, but under the water at least. We don't stay long there and decide to go into town for dinner.
We get to the room, mind you about two hours after we had left it, and the housekeeper still hasn't arrived with our stuff. We ended up going to dinner and came back to find a bag of soaps and cups sitting on the ground in front of the door.
After this nasty start, thing did admittedly get a little smoother along the way, but they never got good. They most certainly never got to the point of it being worth the price paid to stay there. It seems as I get older that the saying, "You get what you pay for," becomes less and less true and my stay at The Lodge was certainly proof of that.