Genoa's Hidden Gem: Starhotels President – Unforgettable Italian Luxury
Genoa's "Hidden Gem"… Okay, More Like a Sparkling Emerald: My Unfiltered Starhotels President Review (Brace Yourselves!)
Alright, listen up, fellow travel junkies! I just returned from a whirlwind trip to Genoa, and let me tell you, the Starhotels President? It's… something. Let's just say it’s not the kind of pristine, perfect hotel review you find in those glossy travel magazines. This is the real deal, warts and all, because honestly, life is messy, and so are hotels sometimes.
First Impressions: Accessibility, or the Case of the Slightly-Too-Narrow Elevator
Okay, so first things first, because I know some of you need to know. Accessibility? They try! Bless their hearts. The main areas are definitely navigable for wheelchairs, ramps are present, and the elevator is, well, there. But it's a little snug. I'm not gonna lie, I felt like a Tetris piece trying to maneuver a suitcase and my over-enthusiastic shopping bags in at the same time. Facilities for disabled guests? Yep, they're listed, but I'm not an expert, so I can only tell you what I saw. Definitely check specific room details if you have particular needs. Elevator? Yes! (Mentioned it twice for a reason, people. It’s a thing). There’s even a doorman, which… feels very Italian, very glamorous.
Cleanliness and Safety - The "Sanitized" Symphony
Look, we're living in interesting times, no? So, the Cleanliness and safety section is crucial. And the Starhotels President delivers. You can practically smell the Lysol (and maybe a hint of Italian espresso) in the air. Anti-viral cleaning products? Check. Hand sanitizer stations everywhere? Double check. Daily disinfection in common areas? You got it. I even saw a staff member aggressively sanitizing the elevator buttons – a gesture that, frankly, scared and comforted me simultaneously. The Room sanitization opt-out option is great for those who are environmentally conscious, and the emphasis on Physical distancing of at least 1 meter was apparent.
Room Vibes: My Sanctuary (Mostly)
Now, the rooms themselves… Ah, the rooms. I’m a sucker for a good hotel room. They're my escape, my little castle. And the Starhotels President rooms are… good. They're not, like, "mind-blowing luxury," but they're comfortable. Air conditioning? Yes, thank the heavens. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! 🙌 Praise be! (And it actually works, unlike some hotels where you’re stuck fighting for a bar-code-based connection). Bathtubs? Yup, a definite plus after a long day of exploring. Blackout curtains? Needed those! Woke up one morning, and I swear it looked like someone had turned the sun up to full blast – the curtains saved the day! Seriously, they're soundproof, but one night I was sure I heard someone loudly arguing, maybe downstairs, but I'll just assume the walls are thick, which is a plus. Alarm clock? You bet. Hair dryer? Whew, yes. In-room safe box? A must, because I'm paranoid about everything.
Food Glorious Food! (And My Epic Breakfast Experience)
Okay, let's talk about the most important thing: Food! And the Starhotels President does not disappoint. The breakfast buffet is… massive. Seriously. You can get lost in the endless offerings – Asian breakfast, Western breakfast, even a whole section devoted to pastries that could make any nonna proud. I sampled everything. Okay, not everything, but I gave it a good shot. There was a coffee/tea in restaurant, or coffee shop. I think it might have been the "Americano" that fueled the first half of my Italian trip! I even had the super-delicious breakfast takeaway service, because one morning I had a train to catch, and they packed me up the best, sweetest muffins.
Here's the anecdote: One morning, I went FULL Italian. I loaded up my plate with prosciutto, salami, mozzarella, and a mountain of those flaky croissants. I felt like a king (or at least a very well-fed tourist). Then, disaster struck. As I was perfectly about to bite into my croissant, I knocked my water over. Now, the staff was amazing. They cleaned it up immediately, but honestly, it really threw me! But I sat there a moment, took a breath, and got a clean plate and croissants! Crisis averted.
Restaurants? Yes. There's a restaurant that offers Asian cuisine, and International cuisine, and even a vegetarian restaurant. There's a bar, and a poolside bar. You're covered. I did, however, try the Room service [24-hour] at 3 AM. Yes, I was the problem. The food was surprisingly good, and the fact that it arrived at all at that ungodly hour? Magic.
Relaxation & Pampering: Spa Day Dreams (or Maybe Just a Steam Room)
Okay, the Spa situation? Not the biggest, not the most luxurious. But it exists. There’s a sauna, a steamroom, and a gym/fitness center. I didn't fully utilize these, but I heard good things. The pool with view is something you can't miss! I spent an entire afternoon by the swimming pool [outdoor] and felt as light as air.
Services and Conveniences: A Mixed Bag (But Mostly Good)
The concierge was super helpful with arranging tours and giving advice. There’s cash withdrawal available and the currency exchange was on point. Laundry service? Yes. Dry cleaning? Yes. Luggage storage? Absolutely. The staff trained in safety protocol? I felt safe, so they were. Daily housekeeping? You bet. The gift/souvenir shop? Well, it's there if you forgot your souvenir. Meeting/banquet facilities? Indeed! Business facilities? Available, very business-y.
Getting Around: Easy Peasy (For the Most Part)
The taxi service was reliable. There is car park [on-site], because there's something about parking in Italy, but that's a whole other blog post. Airport transfer? Yup. Valet parking? I think they have it, but I can't say for certain.
Things to do and See: Genoa is Calling!
Okay, this isn't really related to the hotel itself, but Genoa is AMAZING. Seriously, go explore! Walk the historic center, get lost in the narrow alleyways, eat all the pesto you can find. The Starhotels President is conveniently located, making it easy to get around.
For the Kids: Family-Friendly Vibes
I don't have kids, so I'm not the best judge. They have Babysitting service, but I can't provide much else. Seems like a Family/child friendly hotel.
My Overall Verdict: A Solid Choice (With a Few Quirks)
The Starhotels President isn't perfect. It's not the most glamorous hotel I've ever stayed in. But it's clean, comfortable, the staff is friendly, and the location is great. It's a solid choice for a trip to Genoa. It's a place that works.
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- Experience the Magic: Immerse yourself in the heart of Genoa, steps away from the vibrant historic center and major attractions.
- Unwind in Style: Enjoy spacious, well-appointed rooms, complete with the comforts you crave (yes, including fantastic Wi-Fi!).
- Savor the Flavors: Indulge in a culinary journey with the diverse breakfast buffet.
- Relax and Rejuvenate: Unwind after a day of exploring or by the swimming pool.
- Safety First: Rest assured knowing the hotel is committed to a clean and safe environment, with heightened hygiene protocols.
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Budapest Bliss: Central Relax Suites II - Your Dream Escape Awaits!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups. This isn't your grandma's perfectly-ironed itinerary. This is the Genoa-in-my-guts, spaghetti-sauce-on-my-shirt, "did-I-leave-the-stove-on?" version. We're going to the Starhotels President in Genoa, Italy, and it’s gonna be… well, something.
Pre-Trip Mayhem (Because, Let’s be Honest, It Always Is)
- Weeks Before: Panicked online searches. "Is Genoa actually worth it? Will I die in a scooter accident trying to navigate those tiny alleys? ARE THE SHIPS REALLY THAT BIG?!" Then, booking everything, realizing I've spent a small fortune, and immediately starting a "pasta fund" to recover.
- Days Before: Packing. And unpacking. And repacking. Obsessively checking the weather forecast (because apparently, I can control Italian weather with my Google searches). Discovering questionable travel-sized toiletries from years ago. Briefly considering bringing my entire wardrobe. Settling for the essentials (mostly, anyway).
- The Day Of: Airport chaos. Forget my passport? Triple check. Get stuck behind someone with like, 50 carry-ons. That feeling of sheer terror when the flight attendant says, "We are ready for boarding" is intense. Pretend to be a calm, seasoned traveler while secretly hoping the plane doesn't fall out of the sky.
The Starhotels President and a Genoa Whirlwind – Let the Mess Commence!
Day 1: The Great Genoa Arrival & Pasta-Pocalypse
(Afternoon): Arrive in Genoa. The airport's a bit…no-frills. But hey, that means less time faffing around and more time for… well, everything else! Grab a cab. Note to self: learn some basic Italian NOW, like "Where's the hotel?" and "How much?" The journey to the Starhotels President is a visual feast – colorful buildings, washing lines strung across the streets like festive flags, the salty tang of the sea. I’m immediately enthralled.
(Check-in): The hotel lobby is surprisingly elegant, all gleaming marble and serious-looking staff. Attempt to maintain composure. Successfully avoid tripping over my suitcase. The room? Not bad, not bad at all. Maybe a touch generic for a hotel, but I'm not complaining after the chaotic airport experience. Quick unpack, take a deep breath, and think; "Italy, here I come."
(Evening – Pasta Paradise!): This is what I’ve come for. The pasta. After a short rest, I go outside and start my adventure. Wandering through the labyrinthine alleys of the old town. Get delightfully lost (which is, let's be honest, the best part). The air smells of roasting chestnuts and something indescribably delicious. Find a tiny trattoria that looks suspiciously authentic (in a good way). The menu is all Italian, which requires an even more desperate reliance on the phrase "un poco di questo, per favore" (a little bit of this, please).
I order the trofie al pesto. And then… oh. My. God. This is not just pasta. This is a revelation. It is a religious experience. The pesto is vibrant green, the flavor alive, the pasta perfectly al dente. I eat it with a fervor that is probably alarming to my fellow diners. I order a second plate. My stomach makes odd noises. I don’t care. I am in pasta heaven. Spend the next hour battling food coma while simultaneously trying to memorize every ingredient. Feeling like I've experienced the best pasta I'll ever eat in my life - and I'm only here for day 1!
(Post-Pasta Ramblings): Stumble back to the hotel, completely stuffed and ridiculously happy. Vow to learn more Italian (starting with "another plate of pasta, please"). The hotel bed feels like a cloud. Before I sleep, I take out my journal and write: "Genoa is amazing. It's got this raw, gritty energy that I love. And the pasta… the pasta…" starts drooling again
Day 2: History, Heights, and Another Pasta Encounter (Because, Naturally)
(Morning): Breakfast at the hotel. Standard buffet fare. Consume copious amounts of cappuccino. Am inspired to try croissants. Fail. They're not as good as the ones in the movies!
(Morning/Afternoon): Explore the "Strada Nuova" and its opulent palaces. The architecture is breathtaking. Wander through the narrow streets. The shops are full of amazing and interesting things. Feel the history. Try to imagine what it was like to live in this city centuries ago. Think: Did they have pesto back then? Probably.
(Afternoon): Head to Spianata Castelletto. The views from up here are incredible. The winding streets and houses, so close to each other, are just beautiful. Spend an hour just soaking it all in, and taking a ton of pictures.
(Evening): Another pasta adventure! Found a new trattoria, and decided to try something different – pansoti con salsa di noci. The pasta is delicate, the walnut sauce rich and nutty. The pasta is just as exciting from the day before! I decide to declare this day as equally great!
- (Post-Pasta Reaction): Wonder about a pasta diet. Is it possible?! Probably not. Am very happy that I'm staying here longer than a few days! Get lost again on the way back to the hotel, ending up in a quiet little square, listening to someone playing a guitar. Almost feel like this is all a dream.
Day 3: Maritime Museums, Mandatory Souvenirs & a Possible Meltdown (In a Good Way?)
(Morning): Visit the Galata Museo del Mare. This maritime museum is massive and fascinating. I’m fascinated by the history. Spend hours engrossed in the exhibits. Feel a pang of sadness for not being able to read Italian. I'd have to work on that!
(Afternoon): Attempt to shop for souvenirs. End up buying a ridiculous amount of pesto (because, obviously), a small ceramic octopus, and a t-shirt that says, "I <3 Genoa." The shops are overwhelming and amazing. Get lost inside shops for hours.
(late afternoon): Back in the hotel, feeling the slow burn of emotional overload and sensory overload. I can't believe this!
(Evening): Pizza! The best pizza I've ever tasted, with the soft, amazing dough! After the pizza, I just want to wander around some more. Get back in the hotel and write "I love this city!"
Day 4: Departure (Sobbing Quietly)
(Morning): Wake up with a pang of sadness that I'm leaving. One last cappuccino. One last look at the view from my hotel room. Try to memorize every detail of the city.
(Afternoon): Check out. A quick cab ride to the airport. The chaos of departure feels strangely comforting. On the plane, replay the pasta and every moment.
(On the Plane): Make plans to return. Start planning the next trip before the plane takes off. Genoa, you've stolen my heart (and my appetite).
Post-Trip Musings (and a Plea for More Genovese Food)
- Weeks Later: Still dreaming about the pesto. Still trying to recreate that perfect pasta. Tell everyone who will listen about my Genoa adventure.
- Lessons Learned:
- Learn some basic Italian (seriously).
- Bring a camera with a good battery life.
- Embrace getting lost.
- Never underestimate the power of a good plate of pasta.
- Start a pasta fund (yes, again).
- Final Thoughts: Genoa felt like a secret, a place that hasn't been completely polished for tourists. It may be a little rough around the edges, but that's part of its charm. It's a city that gets into your soul, one delicious bite at a time.
P.S. I'm already planning my return. And this time, I'm staying for a month. And I’m bringing a very large suitcase. And maybe a pasta-making machine. Just in case.
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Starhotels President: Genoa's Hidden Gem? More Like a Beautifully Flawed Diamond! Frequently Asked (and Honestly Rambling) Questions
Okay, spill the beans. Is the Starhotels President *really* a hidden gem, or just… another hotel?
Alright, alright, I'll be brutally honest. Hidden gem? Depends on your definition. It's not *entirely* hidden. It's right there, smack-dab in the middle of Genoa, practically begging you to come in. But gem? Yeah, I think it's earned the title. It's a *flawed* gem, though! You know, the kind with a tiny chip here, a slight smudge there. Like, the air conditioning in my room decided to take a vacation for about three hours one afternoon. And the elevator? Let's just say it had a personality. Sometimes it zoomed up like a rocket, other times it took a coffee break.
But here's the thing: those *flaws* give it character! The staff? Absolutely charming, even when they're flustered (which, let's be real, happens). I remember one time, trying to order a complicated cappuccino with, like, almond milk and extra foam (I'm a monster, I know). The waiter just stared at me, then burst out laughing – a genuine, hearty laugh. He got it wrong, bless him, but the effort! That's what makes it special. And the location? Forget about it! Perfect for exploring.
Let's talk rooms. What's the vibe? Are we talking luxurious, or just… clean?
Okay, okay, the rooms. “Luxurious” might be a *slight* exaggeration. Think of it like this: it's the kind of nice where you feel comfortable lounging around in your (admittedly, slightly crumpled) pajamas. The decor is classic Italian – not overly modern which, personally, I LOVE. My room had a balcony, and let me tell you, sipping that morning espresso while overlooking the buzzing street below? Pure bliss.
Now, the “clean” part? Absolutely. Spotless. The bathroom gleamed. The bed was ridiculously comfortable. This is where I experienced the "air con vacation" incident, but it's important to note that it was an anomaly, and the staff were extremely helpful at offering a solution. They do get bonus points for that!
Breakfast... is it a continental spread, or a full-blown Italian feast? Crucial question!
Breakfast. The most important meal of any vacation, right? The Starhotels President, in my book, leans *firmly* toward the Italian feast side of things. There's the usual continental suspects – croissants, danishes, all the usual carb-y suspects – but then the magic happens. Mountains of fresh fruit, delicious cheeses, cured meats...oh, the meats! And the coffee? Forget Starbucks, darling. This is proper, strong, Italian coffee. I ended up having three cappuccinos every morning. *Three!* Completely worth it.
My one, *tiny* complaint? The scrambled eggs sometimes felt a little… mass-produced. But hey, nobody's perfect, right? And the sheer quantity and variety more than made up for it. Seriously, the breakfast alone is worth the stay.
What's the deal with the location? Is it easy to get around?
Location, location, location! This is where the President shines. You're right in the heart of Genoa, steps away (and I *mean* steps) from the main attractions. The Aquarium? Boom, you're there. The port? Walking distance. The old town? Explore away!
Seriously, leave the car in the garage (if you have one, parking's always a hassle in Italian cities) and just wander. Genoa is a city that begs to be explored on foot, and the President gives you the perfect basecamp. You can get lost in the narrow streets, discover hidden trattorias, and soak up the atmosphere. And when your feet get tired? You're back at the hotel in minutes. Perfect.
Staff: Are they helpful, or do you feel like you're just another cog in the machine?
The staff… oh, the staff! This is where the President *truly* shines. Forget "cog in the machine." They are genuinely kind, helpful, and make you feel like you're a guest, not just a room number. The receptionists, the bellhops, the breakfast staff… all of them did their best.
There was that one time I lost a key and ended up in a complete panic. The receptionist, despite being swamped, took the time to calmly reassure me, help me find it, and even offered me a complimentary espresso (remember the importance of coffee!). Little gestures like that make a world of difference. They're not just doing their job; they genuinely care about your experience. They make mistakes, just like everyone, but their kindness and efforts really makes the place special.
Let's get real. What *didn't* you like? Any dealbreakers?
Okay, the downsides. I'm duty-bound to be honest. Besides the aforementioned air conditioning fiasco (which, again, was quickly rectified) and the occasionally underwhelming scrambled eggs… the decor, while charmingly classic, *might* feel a little dated to some. It's not minimalist chic, if that's your thing.
Also, the walls aren't *super* soundproof. I could sometimes hear the neighbours. But honestly? Neither of those things were dealbreakers. The positives – the location, the staff, the breakfast – vastly outweighed any minor drawbacks.
Oh, and the wi-fi could be a little… spotty. But hey, sometimes you need to disconnect, right?
Okay, give me the elevator story in more detail! It sounds like it was an EXPERIENCE.
Oh, the elevator. *Sigh*. Where do I even begin? Okay, imagine a small, slightly rickety metal box that has a mind of its own and a penchant for unexpected pauses. That's the elevator at the Starhotels President.
One moment, you're gliding smoothly to the 7th floor. The next, the doors slam shut with a *thunk*, and you're stuck in limbo between the 3rd and 4th for what feels like an eternity. I swear, one time, I swear, it took me on a mini-tour of the building before finally reaching my floor! I think it went to the basement, then the roof, then back down before deciding to drop me off. It was like riding a temperamental rollercoaster.
The best part? Everyone else seemed completely unfazed. The staff would just shrug and say, "Ah, the elevator! She has her moments." And you know what? They were right. It's the imperfections that make the place memorable. The elevator might have been a bit of a pain, sure, but it’s part ofComfort Inn
