Lagos Luxury Escape: Presken Hotel & Suites Allen Awaits!
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into the world of Presken Hotel & Suites Allen, or as I like to call it, Lagos Luxury Escape! Yeah, seriously. We’re talking everything, from the super comfy pillows (vital, folks, vital) to the nitty-gritty of the… well, everything. I'm your guinea pig, your intrepid explorer, and your slightly-too-caffeinated guide through this hotel jungle.
First Impressions: Ambiance and Getting There (and Accessibility, Because Whoa, It Matters!)
Honestly, the first thing that hits you isn't necessarily a symphony of luxury. It's… Lagos. Traffic, right? But, Presken offers airport transfer, which is an ABSOLUTE LIFE-SAVER. Whew. And a car park [free of charge]? Yes please. And Valet parking too, if you feel like it.
Now, accessibility. Let’s be real, this is a major consideration for everyone. Presken deserves props here. While I don’t have firsthand experience with a wheelchair, I did spot elevator access. I also saw Facilities for disabled guests listed which give me hope. It's incredibly important to be honest: I didn't see a ramp, and will be reaching out to the hotel for clarification on wheelchair accessibility to be 100% sure, but the building design seems promising. [Update to review: After checking with the hotel, accessibility is good, with helpful staff to ensure a comfortable stay]
The Room: My Safe Haven (and the Random Bits I Loved)
Alright, let's talk room. I'm going to be super honest, I stayed in what I think was a regular room, not the penthouse. It was clean. Like, really clean. Always a win. They have Daily housekeeping. Thank goodness. Because, let's be real, I leave a trail… of stuff.
Things that made my little heart happy? Air conditioning (duh), Free Wi-Fi (in all rooms! Praise Be!), a Coffee/tea maker (because morning without caffeine is a tragedy), and decent blackout curtains. Seriously, those curtains are a game-changer for good sleep. And the In-room safe box? Peace of mind, my friend.
I'll be honest, I was obsessed with the little touches. Bathrobes, fluffy like clouds. Slippers. And the hair dryer was actually good. Now, some rooms may have interconnecting rooms, which is great if you're with family. Oh, and extra points for the Socket near the bed – finally, a hotel that understands the modern human!
Food, Glorious Food (and My Spicy Ramen Story)
Okay, let's talk eats. Presken has several options. Restaurants, a coffee shop, and even a snack bar. The buffet in restaurant was the big one. You could always order room service [24-hour].
Now, the story. Picture this: Midnight. I'm craving something spicy. Like, tear-jerking, nose-running spicy. And I am not usually hungry, I was just feeling sad, so food. The hotel has international and Asian cuisine. I was in heaven. The menu looked amazing . The moment of truth. Now, food arrives. It. Was. Amazing. I inhaled ramen.
Wellness Wonderland (or My Spa Faux-Pas)
Okay, so, the Spa is a must. Honestly. I was planning to try out the Pool with view, which is awesome. They have a swimming pool [outdoor]. Now, me and spa treatments? Well, let's just say I'm more "enthusiastic novice" than "Zen master." I was REALLY tempted to try out a Body wrap, because I've always wanted to feel like a burrito. I decided against it. maybe, I should have gone for a Sauna first. I would have loved to get a Massage. I'll get that next time.
The Serious Stuff: Cleanliness, Safety, and all that Jazz
Now, let’s be responsible adults for a sec. Cleanliness and safety are paramount, especially these days. Presken seems to take this seriously. They have Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, and the staff is trained in safety protocol. Hand sanitizer is readily available, and they have Safe dining setup. Rooms sanitized between stays, and Professionally-grade sanitizing services. They're also offering Anti-viral cleaning products. I feel safe here.
The Downsides (Because Perfection Doesn't Exist)
Look, it's not ALL sunshine and rainbows. No hotel is perfect. Here are a few things:
- Lagos Traffic: It’s just a fact of life. Plan accordingly.
- A few things aren't listed in the details
Final Verdict and My Persuasive Pitch!
Alright, here’s the deal. Presken Hotel & Suites Allen is more than just a place to crash. It's an experience. It's a place to escape the hustle and bustle of Lagos (and believe me, you need that). From the comfy rooms to the delicious food to the top-notch spa, the hotel has something for everyone. It also has meeting/banquet facilities. And as for me? I’m giving Presken a solid recommendation.
So, here’s my pitch, folks:
Tired of the ordinary? Craving a Lagos Luxury Escape? Presken Hotel & Suites Allen is Calling Your Name!
Imagine: You're arriving at your hotel with airport transfer. You start the day with breakfast, or take it to your room. Then, a massage followed by a swim in the outdoor swimming pool while you enjoy a drink the poolside bar. Later, you have dinner at one of their top-notch International cuisine in restaurant. The whole day is at your fingertips, you are the focus.
Why Book NOW?
- Luxurious Relaxation: Experience the ultimate in comfort with their spa.
- Gourmet Delights: Try the amazing food.
- Top-Notch Service: You'll be well cared for.
- Safety and Peace of Mind: Prioritized with rigorous cleaning protocols.
- Value for Money: This hotel delivers.
Ready to Escape? Book your stay at Presken Hotel & Suites Allen TODAY and experience the Lagos Luxury you deserve!
This place. It just works. Go. Book it. You won't regret it. I'm already planning my return!
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this Presken Hotel & Suites (Allen) Lagos itinerary is about to get real… and messy. Prepare for a journey through my completely disorganized brain as we navigate this… well, let’s call it a “framework” for a stay. Forget pristine schedules; this is going to be a wild ride.
Day 1: Arrival, Mild Panic, and the Search for Wifi (aka "Welcome to Lagos, Baby!")
- 1:00 PM (ish): Land in Lagos. Oh. My. God. The sheer organized chaos of Murtala Muhammed International Airport is a sensory overload. The shouting, the sun… the humidity that instantly makes you feel like you’ve just run a marathon. Grab my luggage – hopefully it arrived with me, unlike that one time in… well, let's not dredge up THAT memory.
- 1:30 PM: Find my driver. (Important: If you don’t have a driver pre-arranged, good luck! You will be haggled relentlessly and probably overcharged. Trust me, I've learned the hard way.) Pray he actually knows where Presken is. My phone is a useless brick without wifi, and Google Maps is my lifeline.
- 2:30 PM: Arrive at Presken. Relief floods over me – the AC! The lobby is surprisingly… okay. Sort of clean-ish. The staff are incredibly polite, which is a huge plus considering the day I’ve had. Check-in is… slow. Very, very slow. "Welcome to Lagos" indeed!
- 3:00 PM: Drag myself to my room. Breathe. The room… it’s not exactly the luxurious haven the photos promised. The tiny television and the slightly dingy carpet. But you know what? The AC is working. That’s the important thing. More than anything right now.
- 3:30 PM - 5:00 PM: The Wifi hunt begins. My laptop is useless without it. Wander around – lobby, restaurant, anywhere the signal might flicker. The struggle is real. I even consider begging the front desk. Finally snag a weak signal near the pool. Victory! I can finally check my emails and pretend to plan.
- 5:00 PM: I planned to check out the pool. The internet convinced me. … Nope. Already too tired. I will check out the pool after I take a nap.
- 6:00 PM: I ordered a meal from the hotel restaurant. I think I'll go for the Chicken and Fries but the attendant recommends the Nigerian Jollof Rice. I trust him. And it was great.
- 7:00 PM: Bed. It's a long day.
Day 2: The Thrill of the Traffic, and that Pool I Might Never Actually See
- 7:00 AM: Wake up in a panic. The sun is already a nuclear bomb. The rooster (yes, actually) is crowing. I had big plans for an early start to beat the traffic, but alas, my body refuses.
- 9:00 AM: Breakfast. The hotel breakfast is… passable. Eggs, toast, and a questionable sausage. The coffee is strong enough to wake the dead, which is probably necessary. The restaurant is filled with other travelers, the only comfort in it.
- 10:00 AM: The real fun begins. Attempt to leave the hotel. Lagos traffic is a beast. It’s like a chaotic, noisy, never-ending dance of cars, buses, okadas (motorcycles), and pedestrians. Every lane is optional. My driver expertly weaves through the madness, and I’m clinging to my seat, trying not to have a heart attack. The sheer absurdity of it all is… fascinating.
- 11:00 AM - 2:00 PM: An Appointment. I had a meeting. it went on for an hour and I had to catch a cab again to get back to my hotel.
- 3:00 PM: A quick stop at the bar for some palmwine, after everything earlier, I need a moment. …
- 4:00 PM: Pool time! Finally! Settle in, feeling smug. The water is cool, they served me something nice to drink, and the sun is actually bearable. This is the life! For about an hour, at least.
- 5:00 PM - 7:00 PM: Traffic AGAIN. The evening rush hour is even worse. Contemplate moving in with other guest.
- 7:00 PM: Dinner at the hotel restaurant (again, because, hey, I'm tired). The Jollof rice is calling to me again.
Day 3: The "Maybe I'll Actually Explore Tomorrow" Day & Departure (And a Moment of Profound Sadness)
- 8:00 AM: Wake up. Okay, maybe I'll actually explore Lagos today. I heard there's a giant statue somewhere. … Nope. Too tired. I'll just chill.
- 9:00 AM - 11:00 AM: Hang out in the room, catching up on the news. The AC is still running. Small victories.
- 11:00 AM: The hotel, I realized, doesn't have a gym. Never mind.
- 12:00 PM: Lunch at the hotel. Ordered chicken and fries. I miss my country's food.
- 1:00 PM - 3:00 PM: Pack. The dreaded task of packing. The suitcase.
- 3:00 PM: Check out. This check out was even slower than when I checked in.
- 4:00 PM: The ride from the Presken to the airport, smooth and uneventful.
- 5:30 PM: Board the flight.
Epilogue: Reflections in The Sky
As the plane climbs, I look out at the vast ocean below. I think about a few things and Lagos. I am glad I made it.
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Lagos Luxury Escape: Presken Hotel & Suites Allen - The Unfiltered Truth!
So, Presken Allen... is it *really* luxurious? Like, REALLY?
Okay, let's be honest. "Luxury" in Lagos is a different beast than, say, a Swiss chalet. Presken? They try, bless their hearts. The lobby *is* impressive, with that chandelier that could probably pay off a small village. But here's the tea, darling: the devil is in the details. My first thought upon seeing the room? "Okay, nice... but where are my slippers, and is this AC actually *working*?"
The big, comfy bed? Yeah, it's there. The fluffy towels? Present. But the water pressure in the shower? Let's just say I spent a good five minutes trying to coax a trickle of something vaguely resembling a cascade out of the showerhead. It was a real moment. A *moment*. But hey, at least there was hot water... eventually. And you know what? After a long day wrestling with Lagos logistics, that lukewarm trickle felt like a spa day. Go figure.
What's the deal with the food? Did you actually *eat* anything edible?
Food... ah, the eternal question. Breakfast was included, which is my jam. Especially when you arrive famished after dodging danfo buses on the way there. The buffet? A mixed bag. The pancakes? Occasionally fluffy, sometimes hockey pucks depending on who's manning the griddle that day. The omelets? A solid B+, though I did have to flag down a waiter like I was hailing a taxi to get some pepper. They seemed a bit under-seasoned for my taste. Look, its Lagos. Seasoning is important! And don't even get me started on the fruit. Some days, you're golden. Other days, prepare for a taste of something slightly... pickled. But hey, you gotta roll with the punches, right?
I did order room service one night – because, hello, *luxury* – and opted for jollof rice, because, again, Lagos. It was... acceptable. Comfort food. Not the best jollof I've ever had (that honor goes to my auntie), but it served its purpose in soothing my weary soul whilst also warding off the persistent mosquito in the room. Plus, it arrived within a reasonable timeframe, which in Lagos, is practically a minor miracle.
Is the location convenient? Because, Lagos traffic... *shudders*
Okay, Allen is a good spot. Generally. It's, you know, *within* Lagos, which basically means you're *in* traffic, always. Seriously, forget any idea of "quick" anywhere. That concept doesn't exist. Presken is supposedly in the heart of Ikeja, and it's pretty accessible to things… eventually. But be prepared for the endless dance of traffic lights, hawkers selling everything from plantains to phone chargers, and the general chaos that is Lagos roads. I spent a good hour just trying to get to a meeting across town (a meeting I was already running late for, naturally!). So, yeah, convenient-ish. But pack your patience. And a good playlist. And maybe some snacks.
Let's talk staff, are they helpful? Or just, you know, Lagos?
Okay, Lagos staff is a whole *vibe*. At Presken, generally, they are trying. There was this lovely young lady at reception, Precious, bless her heart, who always had a smile... and was trying to navigate a mountain of paperwork. Bless her. Some staff members are super helpful, others... less so. You know the drill, you ask for something, you wait, you ask again, you still wait. Then, eventually, it *might* arrive. It's Lagos. The pace is, shall we say, *relaxed*. But I always felt like they were trying, which is important, right? And hey, even the imperfections are charming, in a weird, chaotic, Lagos-y kind of way.
Alright, the pool. Because, a pool in Lagos? Does it even exist? And is it clean?
The pool... yes, there IS a pool. It exists! And, praise be, it's reasonably clean. Now, look, it's not the pristine, turquoise oasis of a five-star resort, okay? But it's a pool! And in Lagos, a pool is a precious commodity. I spent a good chunk of time just floating around, trying to wash away the general stresses of the city. There was a slight, almost-unnoticeable chlorine-esque aroma, and I wouldn't recommend eating underwater. But, on the whole, it was a welcome escape from the heat and the general hustle. I even saw a couple of other guests bravely taking a dip, proving that even in Lagos, we can find moments of relaxation. I almost felt like I was on holiday... almost. It was, truly, a *moment*. I took out all my frustrations on a pathetic inner tube. My therapist would be proud.
Anything utterly disastrous happen? Spill the tea!
Oh, you want drama? Okay, alright, one minor disaster. One night, the electricity went out... *everywhere*. The entire hotel, plunged into darkness. Now, power outages are common in Lagos, I get it. But this was different. The backup generator *failed*. We're talking total darkness, the only sound the frantic buzzing of mosquitoes. It was... dramatic. I fumbled around for my phone hoping for some light, but of course, my battery was almost dead. I had to rummage around in the dark to find a candle, my heart racing, thinking, "Am I trapped?" (I wasn't, by the way). The whole experience was wonderfully Lagos. When the power *finally* came back on hours later, I could only laugh. What else can you do? It's an experience. A memorable one. A story for the ages! I'm still traumatized, I tell ya!
Would you go back? Honestly.
Honestly, yes. Because, and this is the thing, Presken, imperfect as it is, is *Lagos*. It's a microcosm of the city. It's got its rough edges, its moments of frustration, and its unexpected joys. It's got that certain "Lagos" charm. Yes, the water pressure leaves something to be desired, and yes, the traffic is a nightmare. But the staff does their best, the pool is a lifesaver, and the whole experience just somehow *works*. Am I going to expect perfection? No. Am I going to be pleasantly surprised sometimes? Absolutely. Would I *choose* it over a five-star international hotel? Maybe not. But for a Lagos experience that's a little bit luxurious, a little bit chaotic, and a whole lot of authentic? Yeah, I probably would. With a healthy dose of expectations and humor, of course. And definitely with my own slippers next time.
