Milan's Hidden Gem: Hotel Piacenza - Your Unforgettable Stay Awaits!
Milan's Hidden Gem: Hotel Piacenza - Your Unforgettable Stay Awaits! (Maybe?) - A REALLY Honest Review
Okay, okay, before you reach for your credit card, let's get this straight: I just got back from Milan. Beautiful city. Exhausting city. And… I stayed at the Hotel Piacenza, touted as a “Hidden Gem.” Let's see if the sparkle is real, shall we? Because honestly, after a full day of battling cobblestones and fashionistas, I'm more interested in a decent cappuccino and a bed that doesn't feel like it’s made of concrete.
First Impressions & The Maze of Accessibility (and my Own Two Feet):
The website said "accessible." Okay. I’m not in a wheelchair, but I am clumsy, and Milan ain't exactly known for its smooth pavements. Getting to the hotel was… an adventure. Let's just say the taxi driver's GPS was as confused as I was after my fifth espresso of the day. (Pro-tip: Learn some basic Italian directions BEFORE you arrive. Trust me.)
The lobby? Surprisingly sleek. The elevator? Praise be. While I didn’t test the wheelchair accessibility myself (I’m trying to avoid needing a wheelchair, thank you), the ramps and elevators looked promising. They have facilities for disabled guests, which, in a city like Milan, is HUGE. Elevators are key, people. KEY.
Internet, Internet Everywhere (and Finally, Free Wi-Fi That Works!):
Listen, in the modern world, reliable internet is EVERYTHING. And let's be honest, I need to post my envy-inducing Instagram stories! Thankfully, Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! The Internet access – wireless was strong, and I could actually stream my terrible Italian lessons without buffering. You know, for those moments of quiet desperation where you realize you can't even order a simple pizza. They also have Internet [LAN] for the tech giants if you must. The only thing I had, was to use the Internet services for something, but honestly, I was too busy pretending to be a fashion icon!
The Rooms: My Sanctuary (or Maybe Not?)
Alright, the room itself. Air conditioning? Check. Blackout curtains? Double check, because jet lag is a beast. The bed? Pretty comfy. Extra long bed? Always a win in my book. Now, here's where things get a little messy. The additional toilet wasn't a huge selling point, but a nice perk. The desk was functional if I was trying to actually work. Desk, Laptop workspace - okay, so maybe I should be working, but honestly, who wants to think about spreadsheets when you're in Milan? The Coffee/tea maker was a lifesaver. Complimentary tea? Yes, please! The shower was… efficient. The bathtub was there, but I’m more of a shower person, and it was a bit small. The mini bar was tempting, but my bank account said "no." Free bottled water? Always appreciated. Wake-up service? Never used it, because I was too busy sleeping in. It had everything Available in all rooms like: Air conditioning, Alarm clock, Bathrobes, Closet, Coffee/tea maker, Complimentary tea, Daily housekeeping, Desk, Extra long bed, Free bottled water, Hair dryer, High floor, In-room safe box, Ironing facilities, Laptop workspace, Linens, Mini bar, Mirror, On-demand movies, Private bathroom, Reading light, Refrigerator, Satellite/cable channels, Scale, Seating area, Separate shower/bathtub, Shower, Slippers, Smoke detector, Socket near the bed, Sofa, Soundproofing, Telephone, Toiletries, Towels, Umbrella, Wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free], Window that opens. The high floor meant a nice view, though honestly, after a while, all those beautiful buildings started to blur together. Cleanliness & Safety: A Germaphobe's Checklist (Mostly) Satisfied:
I’m not gonna lie, I'm a bit of a germaphobe. Especially after seeing the sheer volume of people touching everything in Milan. The good news? Rooms sanitized between stays and Staff trained in safety protocol. They also advertised Anti-viral cleaning products. I saw Hand sanitizer readily available, and I felt secure. The thing that made me feel the best was the Daily disinfection in common areas, you know, for peace of mind!
Food, Glorious Food (or My Confused Taste Buds):
Okay, the food. This is where things got interesting. They have a Restaurant and a Breakfast [buffet]. A la carte in restaurant? Nice. Alternative meal arrangement? Helpful for the picky eater. Asian cuisine in restaurant? I wanted to stick to local fare. Asian breakfast? Nope. The Western cuisine in restaurant was good. The Western breakfast was decent. I was excited to see the Vegetarian restaurant option, but I didn't know where it was. The Poolside bar looked tempting, but I didn't make it there. The breakfast buffet was… substantial. There was a decent array of pastries (perfect for carb-loading before a day of walking), and some hot options. The coffee was okay, but not the mind-blowing, life-changing espresso I was hoping for. They offered Coffee/tea in restaurant. One morning, I just had to Breakfast takeaway service. The Snack bar was handy for my mid-afternoon cravings. I even saw a Bottle of water offered. The Soup in restaurant was… just soup. Basically, the food was fine, but not a culinary highlight of my trip.
Relaxation Station or Bust! (The Spa, The Pool, and My Aching Feet):
Alright, this is the part I was really looking forward to. The website boasted a Spa, Sauna, Steamroom, Swimming pool, and a Pool with view. My tired feet and stressed-out shoulders were screaming for some pampering. The Fitness center gave you the illusion of workout. I've learned the hard way that the Gym/fitness is optional, in Milan.
Did I experience all this? NO! (Again with the honesty!) I did peep the Swimming pool [outdoor] from my window, and it looked lovely. I was so exhausted, I never even made it. Major regret. I was so busy, I didn't even try the Body scrub or Body wrap. I am pretty sure the Massage was great! But who has the time?
Location, Location, Location… and Getting Around:
The hotel's location was… not ideal for someone who wants to be right in the heart of the action. It wasn't terrible, but it required some extra walking or a taxi ride to reach the major sights. The Airport transfer was seamless, which I greatly appreciated after a hellish flight. Taxi service was readily available. They do offer Car park [free of charge] and Car park [on-site].
Services and Amenities: The Little Things That Matter (Sometimes):
They had the usual suspects: Concierge, Daily housekeeping, Doorman, Dry cleaning, Elevator, Ironing service, Laundry service, Luggage storage, Safety deposit boxes. You know, the things that make a hotel a hotel. The Cash withdrawal machine was essential. I liked that they had an Outside property. The Front desk [24-hour] was very helpful. And they had a Convenience store, which was great for grabbing snacks.
For the Kids (and Those Who Need a Break):
They offered Babysitting service and considered it Family/child friendly. They even had Kids facilities and Kids meal.
The Quirks and the Imperfections – My Human Experience:
Okay, here's the real stuff. My first morning, I was so desperate for coffee, I accidentally ordered a caffeinated beverage, twice. I tripped over a cobblestone, and I nearly lost my sunglasses in the process. The elevator was a bit slow sometimes. Honestly, the hotel's biggest "gem" wasn't the location, the spa (which, let's be honest, I failed to fully exploit), or the fancy decor. It was the staff. They were genuinely friendly and helpful, answering my (probably ridiculous) questions with patience.
Overall Impression: Worth It? (Maybe)
Would I stay at the Hotel Piacenza again? Hmmm… It depends. If I were looking for a luxurious, perfectly-located hotel, maybe not. But if I wanted a clean, comfortable place to rest my weary head, with a bit of charm and a friendly face, then yes. It's not perfect, but it's a solid choice, especially considering the accessibility aspects which, for some people, is priceless. But hey, even if you don’t take my advice, be sure to at least see that spa.
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Hotel Piacenza, Milan: A "Sort-of-Planned-But-Mostly-Winging-It" Itinerary (Because, Let’s Be Honest, That’s Life)
Day 1: Arrival & The Existential Dread of a Hotel Room
- 10:00 AM (ish): Arrive at Malpensa Airport. Jet lag? Oh, honey, jet lag and I are practically bffs by now. Expect blurry vision, a desperate craving for caffeine equivalent to a caffeine overdose. (Coffee first, customs second, that's the rule).
- 11:30 AM (give or take an hour): Find the train. Attempt to navigate the Italian train system. Get utterly flustered by the ticket machine. Mutter under my breath about how “modern technology is the devil.” Eventually, a kind Italian grandmother (because they always are) helps me. She points me to the right platform, smiles, and whispers something that sounds suspiciously like "Buona fortuna, cara." Bless her heart.
- 1:00 PM (hopefully): Arrive at Milan Centrale. Holy Sacre Bleu! The architecture itself is breathtaking. But then… reality hits and the sheer number of people makes me immediately want to retreat back into a quiet life of solitude far from humanity. I am going to make sure I got my bag before I go.
- 1:30 PM: Taxi to Hotel Piacenza. Pray the driver doesn't try to swindle me. Google maps is open, I am ready to fight.
- 2:00 PM: Check into Hotel Piacenza. The lobby is… charming. In a slightly faded, "grandma's attic" kind of way. The receptionist is very warm and welcoming, which is nice. The room is… well, it's a room. A bed, a desk, possibly a view of a brick wall. (Fingers crossed. Walls are boring). Instant internal battle: unpack immediately to feel settled, or leave the suitcase a disaster area and dive headfirst into Milan? Decision, decision. I go for the latter, of course.
- 2:30 PM: The Hunt for Food and the First Taste of Milan (The good, the bad, and the “Ooh, I need more of that!”)
- First things first: food. My stomach is rumbling like a disgruntled grizzly bear. So, I begin a mission of finding an authentic Italian restaurant.
- Wander aimlessly. Get lost. That's the plan. Embrace the chaos.
- The "Perfect" Restaurant (and the near-disaster!): I stumbled upon a tiny trattoria that smelled heavenly. The pasta looked perfect. I asked for a simple aglio e olio…and the waiter messed up the order. He gave me something with a cream. I am lactose intolerant and am going to die. Okay, dramatic, but the idea of getting bloated in front of a charming Italian family is my worst nightmare. He apologized profusely, and brought me a new order. I am still shocked by how delicious food is. This Italian place feels almost sacred.
- Emotional Breakdown: The joy of good food. The warmth of the Italian people. The tiny, unassuming trattoria? Literally made me tear up. The food and experience were so incredibly perfect.
- 5:00 PM: Wander through the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II. Gawk at the extravagance. Maybe burn a few euros by shopping, but probably not. This is more about soaking in the atmosphere.
- 6:00 PM: Stroll towards the Duomo. The sheer scale of it will probably make me gasp. Snap a million photos. Get photobombed by tourists. That's the way.
- 7:00 PM: Drinks at a cafe near the Duomo, or maybe find a secret little bar. Drink a spritz and people-watch. Judge the outfits. Embrace the Italian drama.
- 9:00 PM: Dinner. Do I go back to the heavenly trattoria? Or be adventurous? Probably the former, because, let's be real, I'm not that adventurous when it comes to food. Definitely not tonight.
Day 2: Art, Aperitivo, and the Questionable Wisdom of Ordering Pizza Alone
- 9:00 AM: Wake up. Regret last night's extra spritz. Question every life choice that led me to this moment.
- 10:00 AM: Visit the Pinacoteca di Brera. Attempt to look cultured. Pretend to understand art. Get side-tracked by a particularly handsome statue. ("Excuse me, sir, are you art?").
- 12:00 PM: Lunch: something quick and easy, like a panino. Possibly while standing up, because I will undoubtedly be running late.
- 1:00 PM: Visit the Sforza Castle. Wander the grounds. Try to imagine what it was like to be a Renaissance noble. Probably a lot of boredom, actually.
- 3:00 PM: The Aperitivo Adventure. This is crucial. Find a place offering aperitivo (drinks and a buffet of snacks). Stuff my face with olives, cheeses, and tiny sandwiches, all while pretending I'm sophisticated.
- 6:00 PM: Solo pizza. This is a moment of truth. Will I order an entire pizza? Will I actually be able to eat it all? The answer is yes, and I'll have no regrets.
- 8:00 PM: Decide to walk around. I don't actually want to walk around. I want to go to bed. But a solo trip is all about embracing discomfort. I should probably just go back and enjoy this moment, though.
Day 3: The Last Supper and the Sadness of Leaving
- 9:00 AM: Try to get tickets to see the Last Supper. Pray to the travel gods. Fail. (I need to book this months in advance next time!).
- 10:00 AM: Alternative plan: visit the church of Santa Maria delle Grazie, where the Last Supper is located, but just admire the architecture and feel smug about having tried.
- 12:00 PM: Last lunch in Milan. Try to find something I haven't tried before. Maybe some risotto. Maybe some gelato for dessert.
- 1:00 PM: Go back to Hotel Piacenza and pack. Realize there are more clothes in my suitcase than I thought. Panic.
- 2:00 PM: Last walk around the neighborhood. Buy souvenirs. Feel a deep pang of sadness realizing I'm leaving this beautiful city.
- 3:00 PM: Taxi to the airport. Face the inevitable chaos of departure.
- 4:00 PM: Check-in, security, the whole shebang.
- 6:00 PM: Board the plane. Stare out the window. Think about the delicious food. Reminisce about the perfect pasta. Vow to come back and do it all again.
- 7:00 PM: The journey is almost complete. There is only one thing left to do. Order another pizza for the flight. It is a necessity.
So there you have it. My "itinerary." It’s more of a vague guideline, really. The true joy of travel, I've learned, is letting go of control. Embracing the unexpected. And, of course, eating as much pasta as humanly possible. Enjoy Milan (and pray for me, I'm coming!).
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