Holiday Inn Express & Suites Atlanta South - Stockbridge by IHG

I really enjoyed the hotel and the amenities. Our room was spacious, the beds were comfortable and the bathroom was nice. The shower had a long, dark brown streak near the temperature knob and it appeared that the bathtub hadn't been cleaned. Everything was quiet and wonderful until about 9:00pm Saturday night. Whomever the guests were across the hall and next to us were not the kind of people I needed to be surrounded by for a night. For nearly 3 1/2 hours, it sounded like ongoing scenes from a gangster movie. There was continuous shouting, excessive profanity with threats to K*** and F the N Up! I really was terrified for myself and my children. We remained completely quiet and I did my best to get them to fall asleep by playing White Noise music and Delta Sleep Wave music on my cellphone. Ultimately, I let multiple loud screams after hearing what sounded like someone being slammed into the wall. Then and only then did the people go into their rooms. The next day and night were completely beautiful. There were no loud disturbances nor any distractions and the housekeeping lady provided everything we needed to swap out our used bathroom toiletries. Breakfast was Fantastic both mornings we were there and checkout was simple and fast.

This was my review I posted for our hotel stay: The positives first: the location was blissfully quiet, and the rooms were a decorator’s dream—beautifully appointed, stylish, and comfortable enough to make you consider a nap as a permanent lifestyle choice. Then came breakfast. And oh, dear reader, this is where the train not only derailed but skidded into a ditch, caught fire, and was looted by raccoons. The “hot” offerings included cheese omelets, potatoes, turkey sausage, bacon, biscuits, and gravy. Sounds promising, right? Alas, the omelet bore the color and texture of a well-worn kitchen sponge, and—much like the rest of the spread—it was served with all the warmth of an abandoned igloo. The only exceptions? A cinnamon roll huddled beneath a heat lamp for dear life, and a machine that cheerfully ejected pre-made pancakes like some dystopian slot machine jackpot. Thinking salvation might lie in the humble boiled egg, I reached for protein redemption. Plot twist: the eggs were spoiled, rubbery, and so offensive that one bite was promptly—and dramatically—spit out. Even the coffee, usually the unsinkable hero of any hotel breakfast, tasted like hot water with a hint of bitterness, as if the beans themselves had given up on life. In short: come for the rooms, stay for the peace and quiet, but bring your own breakfast—or risk a culinary adventure that’s more horror story than happy ending.

Very comfy bed. Great sheets. Clean and large room. Loves that the “on” mode on the ac actually kept the fan running all night.

Location

No complaints.

Stopped here for a short overnight on our way home from the beach. Nice clean hotel, comfortable bed, tasty breakfast. Would definitely stop again.