If this hotel were any closer to the beach, I would have needed a snorkel just to check in. The location on Collins Avenue is so prime that I felt like I should be paying rent directly to the Atlantic Ocean.
Here is the breakdown of why I’m currently looking for legal loopholes to stay here forever:
The Vibe: The hotel is so clean and beautiful that I felt guilty for bringing in a single grain of sand. It’s sleek, modern, and looks like it belongs in a high-budget music video.
The Access: Getting from the street to the room was easier than getting into sweatpants after a holiday dinner. No "Indiana Jones" puzzles or maze-like hallways to find the elevator—just pure, effortless logic.
The Beds: I am 90% sure these beds are made of marshmallow-infused clouds. Waking up to an alarm felt like a personal insult from the universe. I considered declaring the bed its own sovereign nation and never leaving.
Beach Luxury: Usually, going to the beach involves me looking like a pack mule, dragging chairs and umbrellas through the sand while questioning my life choices. Here? They just hand you the towels, umbrellas, and chairs. I felt like royalty; I half-expected someone to start fanning me with a palm leaf.
The Staff: Everyone was incredibly nice. The manager was so kind and professional that I started wondering if I was accidentally related to them and just didn't know it yet.
We are coming back for sure. Thank you for making our holiday feel like a total breeze. 10/10