Hampton Inn & Suites Kittery-Portsmouth

I came back and had another fantastic stay. Ashley made me feel welcome at check-in, and there was a nice welcome message on the TV in my room. Later, Pam at the front desk offered me tea and asked how things were going. Sarah, who was looking after breakfast, recognized me from before and even remembered my name. David from housekeeping greeted me pleasantly in the hallway and wished me a good morning and safe trip home. It feels like a home away from home, and I love staying here. My first visit was great too: the place was very clean, the staff friendly and helpful, and breakfast excellent. I'll definitely stay again.

It's a well kept, clean hotel with a fresh feel, in a handy spot for both Portsmouth and Kittery. Everyone I met was personable and helpful, especially manager Ashley, Sarah at breakfast, and Penny at the front desk. I've stayed at many Hilton properties nearby, and this one is my favorite overall.

The hotel felt relatively new, with comfortable beds, nice appointments, and plenty of good breakfast options. It was decorated throughout for Halloween, even on every floor as you stepped off the elevator. Everyone we spoke with made it feel like they were excited to have us there. Nicole handled our check-in and was so friendly she made our evening. A delightful stop as we headed up to Maine. Thanks, we'll be back!

Grass patches and trees made the walks nearby easy, and there was a Dunkin’ close by for my human's coffee. Inside, the carpet was soft, the bed felt like a cloud, and the temperature was perfect for naps. I did my Dog Circle Dance™ all over and couldn't find a flaw. Even the desk chair had a faint scent of a previous dog, a nice cultural exchange. The staff were elite petters. One employee crouched down, asked if I was a good boy with the sincerity of a therapist, and made me feel seen. At check-in, the doors opened like I was entering a palace made just for me, and the front desk humans gasped, "Oh my gosh, hiiii!" Exactly right for a celebrity like me. Breakfast was said to be off limits for dogs, but a human accomplice slipped me a sausage. The pool was also off limits, which was rude, though I respected the boundary like a gentleman. The elevator was a thrilling vertical adventure box, and I'd ride it again. It was quiet enough for naps, with the occasional hallway steps letting me practice being Protector of the Realm. I barked twice. Mission accomplished. The Hampton Inn Kittery treated me like the royalty I already know I am. I'd come back, nap, and accept more sausages.