Sheraton Dallas Hotel By The Galleria

I Didn’t Choose This Hotel. Jeremiah Did. I arrived at Sheraton Dallas Hotel by the Galleria as one of ten women on a work trip—physically present, emotionally absent, and spiritually hollow. We were no longer human. We were vessels. Vessels full of conference coffee, PowerPoint slides, and the kind of corporate jargon that slowly turns your soul into office-scented goo. Enter: Jeremiah. At first glance, he appeared to be just a bartender. Calm. Approachable. Almost… normal. But within minutes, it became clear we had stumbled upon something else entirely—a mixologist, a therapist, a chaos coordinator, and possibly a wizard in disguise. He didn’t just make drinks. He read the room. He sensed the burnout. He recognized the thousand-yard stare of women who had learned too much that day. With each cocktail, something miraculous happened. Our shoulders dropped. Our laughs returned. Our personalities rebooted. One sip in, and we were smiling again. Two sips in, and we were laughing like we’d known each other since kindergarten. By drink three? We were alive. Vibrant. Glowing. Questioning why we ever thought mineral water was enough to survive a work trip. Jeremiah didn’t rush us. He didn’t judge our orders. He guided us gently—like a sommelier of sanity—out of our professional dissociation and back into joy. He cracked jokes at exactly the right moment. He remembered names. He remembered drinks. He somehow managed ten women, ten moods, and ten levels of exhaustion like it was an Olympic sport. By the end of the night, we weren’t just guests at a hotel bar. We were characters in a story. A story that began with spreadsheets and ended with laughter, connection, and the shared realization that Jeremiah is the kind of person who makes a place worth returning to. So here’s the truth: The rooms? Comfortable. The location? Convenient. But Jeremiah? The destination. I would book this hotel again purely on the off-chance that he’s behind the bar—ready to resurrect another group of weary travelers and remind them that joy, humor, and a damn good cocktail still exist. If you’re reading reviews trying to decide where to stay, stop here. Stay here. Sit at the bar. Trust Jeremiah. And prepare to feel human again.

This hotel was a breath of fresh air. Seemless check in process even at 2:30 in the morning Guest Services was bright and personable Even accommodated us with a high floor request Beds were made every day of the 4 days we were here even when we woke up late one day at 1:30pm they got in there and made the beds after we left. I WAS IMPRESSED. The breakfast buffet was wholesome and room service was quick and fast

Everything is very well 🩷