In Atlanta we stayed at the Renaissance Downtown, a Marriott Hotel. The bed was easily the most comfortable either one of us had ever slept in. I’d like one for our house. They don’t seem to have a problem with sagging in the middle, which ours at home do, and they are both firm and soft at the same time.
I meant to look and find out what kind they were, but I didn’t. I guess I could call and ask.
There wasn’t parking available, which meant you had to use a valet. The good thing was you didn’t have to walk anywhere but out of the hotel. The valets were always quick.
Breakfast was included, though we only ate that one day. They had waffles grilled while you watched and omelets to order. There were also muffins, fresh fruit, grits, oatmeal, and cold cereal. It was way more stuff than I needed to eat. And they brought a thin, round glass, about the height of a finger but twice as big around, to the table. It had peach ice cream or sorbet in it. Very good, though I thought it was a bit odd for a breakfast item. Maybe it was supposed to be a palette cleanser. I drank it for dessert.
We were up on the 20th floor and the view of downtown Atlanta was amazing. Neither the street noises nor the neighbors bothered me. I think that was because I was so tired when I went to sleep that I slept like a rock. I did hear the police, ambulance, and fire trucks when I was awake.
We missed the bell hops. They were available in the morning and late at night, but not in the middle of the day when we checked in. But that was okay. We were only there for a weekend, not to live.