I booked a stay at a Disney Springs hotel, fully expecting the magical experience that comes with being at the heart of Disney. Instead, I got a lesson in unexpected fees, confusion, and questionable charcuterie choices.
First off, I paid online, thinking everything was squared away—only to find out there was a $110 “city fee” tacked on at the last minute. Apparently, even Mickey needs to cover some extra costs these days.
Then came the real adventure. I drove all the way to my room, excited to unpack, only to find that the “key” packet they gave me was just… well, a packet. No keys inside. So, back to the front desk I went, waiting in line longer than a wait for Space Mountain on a busy day. After what felt like forever, I finally got my key cards and was off to the room.
And don’t even get me started on the charcuterie board at the bar. It was essentially a giant hunk of sausage with zero variety. No cheeses, no crackers, no olives—just big, meaty chunks. I’m not saying I’m picky, but I was kind of hoping for something that wasn’t straight out of a medieval banquet.
I wanted to love this place, but between the fees, the mix-up with the keys, and the sausage situation, it didn’t quite live up to the Disney magic I expected. Maybe it’s just a one-off bad experience, but I’d think twice before booking again.