BLEU Beach Resort — Hotel in Indialantic

I wanted to love this place, I really truly did. The website and reviews made it sound ideal: a lovely,, clean, recently redone motel in a great location with friendly service. We looked carefully at the pictures—if you get the oceanfront cottage, the door opens right to the sand and waves. Excellent. One of the reviews in this website even was titled something like “Great Quiet Little Place.” Perfect, just what we wanted. We did call ahead to see if they had any ideas for New Year’s Eve—they didn’t. Maybe a restaurant in town? They couldn’t say—there’s not much going on in that part of the beach, apparently. ||||So, why the one-star review? In short: the noise. We are not picky travelers and are OK with bumps in the road; a little bit of the unexpected makes travel interesting, right? But this was a full-on nightmare—our kids cried, sleep was fleeting, and we left after one night, nerves frayed. ||||We reserved three rooms, including the two oceanfront cottages. What the pictures do not show you is that the “beach bar” is immediately in front of the oceanfront cottages (which are actually just rooms, they are not separate structures). There are tables directly between the rooms and the beach, and a bar slightly to the left. This is not really a beach bar—it is a very popular, very busy restaurant. When we checked in, there was a menu and reservation sheet for a New Year’s Eve party—so I guess they changed their mind on that. ||||Anyway, we unpacked and headed to the pool, which is adjacent to the parking lot. We started to watch how the restaurant was filling up—surely we would not be sleeping with 50 people eating and drinking just a few feet away, right? And then also, all of the rooms—not just the oceanfront ones—are on a sidewalk that is also a runway for customers and employees of the restaurant. The kitchen is across the road, so there are food and beverage carts clattering back and forth continuously. If you come or go from your room, you will bump into someone coming or going from the restaurant, every time. We tried to just enjoy the pool and accept it. But then it got worse. They had a band. ||||While there is a small line of potted plants that marks the entry for the oceanfront cottage, the band moved these plants as they unpacked their speakers, putting extra bags literally up against the wall to our room. It was a 5 piece band with multiple singers—they covered everything from classic rock to top 40. How loud was it? Well, while in our rooms, the liquid in our cups vibrated. I could not hear my husband, who was sitting directly next to me on the small couch. It was louder than Bourbon Street. It was like trying to chill out with a spin class happening three steps away. The band did end at 9:30 pm and we were relieved. Unfortunately, however, the bar then immediately turned on the regular music (which was only a hair less loud) and so we got blasted by studio tracks instead of live covers. ||||After housekeeping banged on the door at 8:30 the next morning (which was not super appreciated), we talked to the front desk. The manager informed us that there would only be three hours of steel-drum calypso music that day and seemed puzzled as to why we wouldn’t enjoy that. Now, I will say that the entire staff was very friendly. And I don’t hold it against them that they have an amazing spot for nightlife on the beach—seems like a great business model. But they should tell you ahead of time what you’re getting into. They ended up giving a refund for one room that they were able to rent out after we left, but said they would not refund the others “just because we didn’t like the music” (implying that if they had chosen some other genre, it would have been OK). ||||In sum, this would be a perfect place if you have just turned 21 or are throwing a bachelor party and would like to drink and dance the night away. When you’re ready to be done for the evening, you could just stand up, stumble twice, and be in bed. If, however, you have kids, elderly family members, or value relaxation, sleep, or privacy, this is not the...

I wanted to love this place, I really truly did. The website and reviews made it sound ideal: a lovely,, clean, recently redone motel in a great location with friendly service. We looked carefully at the pictures—if you get the oceanfront cottage, the door opens right to the sand and waves. Excellent. One of the reviews in this website even was titled something like “Great Quiet Little Place.” Perfect, just what we wanted. We did call ahead to see if they had any ideas for New Year’s Eve—they didn’t. Maybe a restaurant in town? They couldn’t say—there’s not much going on in that part of the beach, apparently. ||So, why the one-star review? In short: the noise. We are not picky travelers and are OK with bumps in the road; a little bit of the unexpected makes travel interesting, right? But this was a full-on nightmare—our kids cried, sleep was fleeting, and we left after one night, nerves frayed. ||We reserved three rooms, including the two oceanfront cottages. What the pictures do not show you is that the “beach bar” is immediately in front of the oceanfront cottages (which are actually just rooms, they are not separate structures). There are tables directly between the rooms and the beach, and a bar slightly to the left. This is not really a beach bar—it is a very popular, very busy restaurant. When we checked in, there was a menu and reservation sheet for a New Year’s Eve party—so I guess they changed their mind on that. ||Anyway, we unpacked and headed to the pool, which is adjacent to the parking lot. We started to watch how the restaurant was filling up—surely we would not be sleeping with 50 people eating and drinking just a few feet away, right? And then also, all of the rooms—not just the oceanfront ones—are on a sidewalk that is also a runway for customers and employees of the restaurant. The kitchen is across the road, so there are food and beverage carts clattering back and forth continuously. If you come or go from your room, you will bump into someone coming or going from the restaurant, every time. We tried to just enjoy the pool and accept it. But then it got worse. They had a band. ||While there is a small line of potted plants that marks the entry for the oceanfront cottage, the band moved these plants as they unpacked their speakers, putting extra bags literally up against the wall to our room. It was a 5 piece band with multiple singers—they covered everything from classic rock to top 40. How loud was it? Well, while in our rooms, the liquid in our cups vibrated. I could not hear my husband, who was sitting directly next to me on the small couch. It was louder than Bourbon Street. It was like trying to chill out with a spin class happening three steps away. The band did end at 9:30 pm and we were relieved. Unfortunately, however, the bar then immediately turned on the regular music (which was only a hair less loud) and so we got blasted by studio tracks instead of live covers. ||After housekeeping banged on the door at 8:30 the next morning (which was not super appreciated), we talked to the front desk. The manager informed us that there would only be three hours of steel-drum calypso music that day and seemed puzzled as to why we wouldn’t enjoy that. Now, I will say that the entire staff was very friendly. And I don’t hold it against them that they have an amazing spot for nightlife on the beach—seems like a great business model. But they should tell you ahead of time what you’re getting into. They ended up giving a refund for one room that they were able to rent out after we left, but said they would not refund the others “just because we didn’t like the music” (implying that if they had chosen some other genre, it would have been OK). ||In sum, this would be a perfect place if you have just turned 21 or are throwing a bachelor party and would like to drink and dance the night away. When you’re ready to be done for the evening, you could just stand up, stumble twice, and be in bed. If, however, you have kids, elderly family members, or value relaxation, sleep, or privacy, this is not the...

I wanted to love this place, I really truly did. The website and reviews made it sound ideal: a lovely,, clean, recently redone motel in a great location with friendly service. We looked carefully at the pictures—if you get the oceanfront cottage, the door opens right to the sand and waves. Excellent. One of the reviews in this website even was titled something like “Great Quiet Little Place.” Perfect, just what we wanted. We did call ahead to see if they had any ideas for New Year’s Eve—they didn’t. Maybe a restaurant in town? They couldn’t say—there’s not much going on in that part of the beach, apparently. ||So, why the one-star review? In short: the noise. We are not picky travelers and are OK with bumps in the road; a little bit of the unexpected makes travel interesting, right? But this was a full-on nightmare—our kids cried, sleep was fleeting, and we left after one night, nerves frayed. ||We reserved three rooms, including the two oceanfront cottages. What the pictures do not show you is that the “beach bar” is immediately in front of the oceanfront cottages (which are actually just rooms, they are not separate structures). There are tables directly between the rooms and the beach, and a bar slightly to the left. This is not really a beach bar—it is a very popular, very busy restaurant. When we checked in, there was a menu and reservation sheet for a New Year’s Eve party—so I guess they changed their mind on that. ||Anyway, we unpacked and headed to the pool, which is adjacent to the parking lot. We started to watch how the restaurant was filling up—surely we would not be sleeping with 50 people eating and drinking just a few feet away, right? And then also, all of the rooms—not just the oceanfront ones—are on a sidewalk that is also a runway for customers and employees of the restaurant. The kitchen is across the road, so there are food and beverage carts clattering back and forth continuously. If you come or go from your room, you will bump into someone coming or going from the restaurant, every time. We tried to just enjoy the pool and accept it. But then it got worse. They had a band. ||While there is a small line of potted plants that marks the entry for the oceanfront cottage, the band moved these plants as they unpacked their speakers, putting extra bags literally up against the wall to our room. It was a 5 piece band with multiple singers—they covered everything from classic rock to top 40. How loud was it? Well, while in our rooms, the liquid in our cups vibrated. I could not hear my husband, who was sitting directly next to me on the small couch. It was louder than Bourbon Street. It was like trying to chill out with a spin class happening three steps away. The band did end at 9:30 pm and we were relieved. Unfortunately, however, the bar then immediately turned on the regular music (which was only a hair less loud) and so we got blasted by studio tracks instead of live covers. ||After housekeeping banged on the door at 8:30 the next morning (which was not super appreciated), we talked to the front desk. The manager informed us that there would only be three hours of steel-drum calypso music that day and seemed puzzled as to why we wouldn’t enjoy that. Now, I will say that the entire staff was very friendly. And I don’t hold it against them that they have an amazing spot for nightlife on the beach—seems like a great business model. But they should tell you ahead of time what you’re getting into. They ended up giving a refund for one room that they were able to rent out after we left, but said they would not refund the others “just because we didn’t like the music” (implying that if they had chosen some other genre, it would have been OK). ||In sum, this would be a perfect place if you have just turned 21 or are throwing a bachelor party and would like to drink and dance the night away. When you’re ready to be done for the evening, you could just stand up, stumble twice, and be in bed. If, however, you have kids, elderly family members, or value relaxation, sleep, or privacy, this is not the...