India's Royal Escape: Prince Palace Deluxe Hotel Awaits
India's Royal Escape: Prince Palace Deluxe Hotel Awaits - A Review That’s Actually Real (And Maybe a Little Crazy)
Okay, buckle up, because this isn't your grandma's travel review. This is about the Prince Palace Deluxe Hotel in India, and let's be honest, I'm still a little bit shell-shocked (in the best way possible). Forget the perfectly-posed influencer shots; I'm giving you the raw, unfiltered truth.
First Impressions – The Royal Shuffle (AKA Accessibility and Getting Your Bearings)
Right off the bat, the hotel claims to be accessible. And you know what? They mostly deliver. Wheelchair accessible areas are present, and there's an elevator (hallelujah!), which is crucial because, let's face it, after a long flight, stairs are the enemy. Facilities for disabled guests are listed, but I didn’t personally utilize them much. (Please do your own research to confirm if this meets your needs, especially if accessibility is a must). The car park [free of charge] was a welcome sight after navigating the chaos of Indian traffic. Getting around the hotel itself was a breeze. The check-in/out [express] option was a lifesaver. Honestly, getting to India is the real hurdle.
Internet: The Digital Tether (Plus, Free Wi-Fi! Woohoo!)
Listen, I need the internet like I need oxygen. And thankfully, free Wi-Fi in all rooms! is a reality. Internet access – wireless, internet access [LAN] are available too. The connection was generally reliable, which is a Godsend when you're trying to FaceTime your family and tell them you’re not, in fact, lost in a spice market. My room had internet access – wireless, but honestly, I stuck with my trusty phone. The internet services are good. Wi-Fi in public areas were available too.
The Rooms: Palace-Worthy? (Mostly)
Okay, the rooms. Imagine a slightly faded, yet undeniably elegant, royal residence. My room, though not perfectly pristine, was HUGE. Loads of space! They had the essentials: Air conditioning (essential!), and a surprisingly comfy extra long bed. I loved the blackout curtains; sleep is sacred in India, trust me.
- Stuff I Loved: The bathrobes (hello, luxury!), the coffee/tea maker (morning savior!), and the free bottled water (hydration station!). The complimentary tea and coffee are great in the morning. They had a mirror in the bathroom, and a hair dryer.
- The "Meh": A few minor things… the paint maybe chipped in a few places, but it’s a charming imperfection.
Getting Down to Business: Services and Conveniences (and the Occasional Tiny Meltdown)
They've got a decent array of services and conveniences. I didn't utilize everything, but it's reassuring to know they're there: Concierge, currency exchange, daily housekeeping, dry cleaning, facilities for disabled guests, laundry service, luggage storage, safe deposit boxes.
Let's talk about daily housekeeping. They were amazing. My room was always immaculate. Even when I accidentally spilled a whole cup of chai onto the floor (don't ask), they cleaned it up with a smile. Truly, some of the friendliest staff I've ever encountered.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: A Culinary Adventure (With Moments of Pure Bliss)
This is where the Prince Palace Deluxe truly shines. The restaurants are plentiful, offering everything from Asian cuisine to international cuisine.
- Breakfast: The breakfast [buffet] was a revelation. Asian breakfast? Absolutely. Western breakfast? Yep, they got that too. Imagine mountains of fresh fruit, crispy dosas, fluffy idlis, and the most fragrant curries. (I devoured everything, no regrets!)
- The Poolside Bar: (A moment) Okay, let’s just pause to take a moment to appreciate the pool with view and the poolside bar. Imagine, after a long day of exploring, sinking into that refreshing pool, sipping a cocktail, and watching the sunset. Pure, unadulterated bliss. It was the best part of the day! I didn’t have a drink but I sat there and enjoyed the view, which was glorious.
- Other Notable Munchies: They had a coffee shop, a snack bar, and room service [24-hour]. Because, let's be real, sometimes you just need a burger in the middle of the night. Bottle of water, available.
For the Kids: Babysitting and Other Fun Stuff
I wasn't traveling with kids, but I did notice a kids meal option, and babysitting service. The hotel is friendly to families.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax: Spa Day, Anyone?
So much to do, so little time! The Fitness center (I peeked through the window…looked impressive!), Gym/fitness, massage, sauna, spa/sauna, steamroom, swimming pool, swimming pool [outdoor]. I had a massage and it was heavenly. I also spent some time in the spa and the steamroom, it was pure relaxation bliss.
Cleanliness and Safety: Keeping Things Clean (And Feeling Safe)
In these times, this is crucial. They've got a whole raft of measures in place. Cleanliness and safety. Anti-viral cleaning products are used. You see daily disinfection in common areas. Hand sanitizer is readily available. Room sanitization opt-out available. They have CCTV in common areas and CCTV outside property. Front desk [24-hour]. Plus, the staff is trained in safety protocols. Rooms sanitized between stays. I felt genuinely safe.
The Nitty-Gritty: Other Stuff You Might Need to Know
- Cashless payment service.
- First aid kit.
- Hot water linen and laundry washing.
- Hygiene certification.
- Individually-wrapped food options.
- Invoice provided.
- Luggage storage.
- Meetings.
- Non-smoking rooms are available, which I appreciate.
- The hotel chain is the main one to note.
- Room decorations.
- Safety/security feature.
- Security [24-hour].
The Verdict: Worth the Royal Treatment?
Absolutely. The Prince Palace Deluxe Hotel is a solid choice. It's not perfect, but it’s got character, charm, and, most importantly, a genuine warmth. It is a good base for exploring India.
My Overall Rating: 4.5 out of 5 Chai Lattes. And I'd go back in a heartbeat.
Now, for the Sales Pitch (And the Imperfect But Charming Offer!)
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- Location, Location, Location. Conveniently located to explore the city (trust me, you'll want to!).
- Free Wi-Fi: Stay connected!
- Delicious food: An adventure for your taste buds.
- Relaxing spa and pool: Unwind from the day.
- Impeccable service, a smiling staff that truly wants to make your stay amazing.
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't your average, pristine itinerary. We're going to Hotel Prince Palace Deluxe in India, and trust me, it’s gonna be one hell of a ride. Forget the bullet points, we're going full-on free-flowing, semi-coherent travelogue.
Hotel Prince Palace Deluxe: The "Almost Made Me Cry with Frustration (Then Laughter)" Edition
Day 1: Arrival and the "Great Room Key Debacle"
- 8:00 AM (ish - who's counting?): Flight lands in Delhi. Let's be honest, the initial excitement of being in India is ALWAYS overshadowed by the sheer exhaustion of 14 hours in a metal tube. Found my bags (miracle!).
- 9:30 AM: The Taxi Tango: Negotiating a cab price in Delhi. It’s a sport. Think intense staring contests combined with frantic hand gestures and the vague threat of walking to the hotel (which, by the way, felt a million miles away). Eventually caved, paid a slightly inflated price, and hopped in. The driver, bless his soul, immediately started blasting Bollywood tunes. I'm pretty sure I don't know a single word, but I'm already tapping my foot.
- 11:00 AM: Prince Palace…Finally! The hotel itself? Well, it's… impressive. Marble floors gleam. Those chandeliers? They're practically screaming opulence. Check-in was smooth enough… until the room key. The darn thing. Just. Wouldn't. Work. I swear, I swiped that plastic rectangle at least a dozen times. I swear, I saw one of the staff members subtly smirk at me when I needed help, but I didn't let it ruin my happy mood. "Welcome to India, you're now officially 'experienced' traveler!"
- 12:00 PM: The Room, the View, and the Bed That Almost Kills Me: Finally in the room! It’s HUGE. Like, the kind of space you could easily get lost in. The view… is mostly other buildings, but hey, that's city life! The bed, though… It looks comfy. It should be comfy. But it's got the consistency of a granite slab. My back still hurts a little bit by now. I quickly learned that the bed was just as hard as the check-in process.
- 1:00 PM: Lunch…or the Quest for Edible Food: The hotel restaurant, "The Golden Spoon" (apparently, everything's golden here). Ordering was an adventure in itself. The waiter, a lovely chap, barely spoke English, and I… well, my Hindi proficiency is limited to "Namaste" and "thank you." I ordered a butter chicken. It was good, but also not good. It's got a slightly odd aftertaste that I'm not sure I'm going to be able to get used to.
- 2:00 PM: Post-Lunch Slumber (Attempting to Conquer the Rock-Hard Bed): Tried to nap. Failed. The bed won. Ended up just staring at the ceiling, contemplating the meaning of life and why hotel beds are often designed for medieval torture.
- 4:00 PM: Exploring the Neighborhood (and getting lost, obviously): Took a walk around the neighborhood. Holy cow, the sensory overload is REAL. The smells (incense, exhaust fumes, something vaguely floral but also…unidentifiable). The sounds (honking horns, chattering voices, the distant clanging of what I think might be a temple bell). I got lost within five minutes. Ended up wandering, completely disoriented but also… strangely exhilarated. Found a tiny chai stall and had the best cup of tea of my life. The guy running it just smiled and gestured, and somehow, we communicated just fine.
- 7:00 PM: Dinner at the Hotel Restaurant (Round 2): Okay, so I'm trying the Indian Thali this time. I need…something. The sheer variety of flavors. It’s a party in your mouth, a chaotic, delicious party. (Note: I’m pretty sure my stomach is now questioning my life choices.)
- 9:00 PM: Staring at the Ceiling AGAIN, Contemplating Bed-Related Existentialism: Back in the room. Can. Not. Sleep. Seriously, this bed is a weapon. I'm starting to think I should sleep on the floor. Maybe the carpet will be more forgiving. Maybe I'll just order a massage and pray for a miracle.
Day 2: Forts, Food, and a Near-Disaster with a Rickshaw
- 8:00 AM: Breakfast, and the Dreaded Coffee: Breakfast buffet! Woohoo! The pastries looked amazing, but I knew better. Stick to the safe stuff. Scrambled eggs and toast. The coffee, though…instant coffee. I really should have known better. It's so diluted, you could practically see through it.
- 9:00 AM: Driving to Red Fort. A little traffic. Driving through a city is an experience in itself. It's a wild orchestra of horns, weaving vehicles, and determined pedestrians. The ride to the Red Fort was an experience.
- 10:00 AM: Red Fort Madness: The Red Fort is magnificent. Seriously, stunning. But the crowds! Pushing, shoving, and the sheer volume of people shouting in a language I couldn’t understand. Managed to get some decent photos. Almost lost my phone in the jostling. The whole experience was exhilarating, but also draining.
- 12:00 PM: Food stall fiasco: Okay, so I got a little ambitious and decided to try a street food stall. Heavily debated between a few stalls, but ended up grabbing a curry-filled samosa. I think it was the best I've ever had in my life.
- 1:00 PM: Lunch, Round 2: Tried a different stall, again. A bit bolder this time and ended with a dish that I couldn't even describe. It was delicious, though, I think it was a type of Indian style of fried rice. Very delicious!
- 2:00 PM: The Rickshaw Ride of Terror: Decided to take a rickshaw back to the hotel. BIG MISTAKE. The driver was a madman! He was weaving through traffic, narrowly missing pedestrians, and generally scaring the bejesus out of me. I was yelling and laughing at the same time. I nearly flew out of the rickshaw. I think I lost a year of my life. Made it back alive, though.
- 3:00 PM: Afternoon Nap (on the floor this time): Needed to decompress after the rickshaw incident. Gave up on the bed. Slept on the thick carpet instead. Much better.
- 6:00 PM: Rooftop Drinks with a View (Maybe): The hotel has a rooftop bar. Supposedly, great views. Turns out, the "view" is actually just a collection of rooftops and the endless Delhi skyline. Still, the air was fresh, the beer was cold, and the sunset was pretty glorious. Good enough for me.
- 8:00 PM: Dinner at the hotel's restaurant (Third Time's the Charm?): Went for dinner at the hotel again. Had chicken, and it was better than last night.
- 10:00 PM: Bedtime. Still Not Looking Forward To It: Back in the room. The bed looms. I'm contemplating folding some towels and sleeping on them. Maybe I can get a massage tomorrow. Definitely getting a massage tomorrow. Please, world, let me sleep.
Day 3: Packing, Departure, and the Memory of the Bed (Forever)
- 8:00 AM: Final Breakfast (and a Vow to Drink Instant Coffee Never Again): One last breakfast buffet. Trying to be brave. Sticking to the safe options. Avoiding the coffee, because it’s a crime against caffeine.
- 9:00 AM: Packing and Emotional Rollercoaster: Packing up my things. Looking forward to the comfort of my own bed, BUT missing the place. India is an emotional rollercoaster. It can be frustrating, exhausting, and overwhelming. But it’s also beautiful, vibrant, and utterly captivating.
- 10:00 AM: Check-Out and Farewell to the Bed: Check-out. Smooth sailing! Said goodbye to the staff. Said a silent (but potentially swear-word-filled) farewell to the concrete slab that was masquerading as a bed.
- 11:00 AM: Final taxi ride…with a new driver! I made it to the airport.
- Flight: Flight home.
Final Thoughts:
Hotel Prince Palace Deluxe? It's… an experience. The food is hit or miss. The bed is a personal affront. The general chaos is… well, it’s India. But the staff is lovely, the location is convenient
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1. "So, Prince Palace Deluxe... Sounds fancy. Was it actually *deluxe*, or just…pretending?"
Alright, let's get real. “Deluxe” is a word that gets thrown around a LOT in the travel biz. And, the Prince Palace? Yeah, it definitely *tried* to live up to the name. Think of it like that friend who's desperately trying to look cool but keeps tripping over themselves. It had those swanky, old-world vibes – think heavy velvet curtains, enough gold trim to choke a dragon, and a lobby that swallowed you whole.
But… the devil’s in the details, right? The air conditioning in my room sounded like a dying walrus. And the "complimentary" water bottles? Half the time they were lukewarm. Deluxe-ish? Sure. Fully-deluxe, Michelin-starred, five-star-without-a-shadow-of-a-doubt-deluxe? Nah. But you know what? That's part of the charm, I think. Keeps things interesting.
2. "What about the rooms? Were they worthy of a prince (or, you know, just a somewhat discerning traveler)?"
Okay, the rooms. I stayed in one of the “Royal Suites,” which, in hindsight, probably gave me unrealistic expectations. It was HUGE. Like, wander-around-lost-in-the-morning-before-coffee HUGE. There was a separate sitting area with furniture that looked like it belonged in a museum (probably *was* older than your grandma, honestly). The bed? Massive. And, bless their hearts, they really *tried* to make it luxurious.
But here's the funny part. The lighting was incredibly dim, probably to hide the (let's be honest) slightly aging furniture. The bathroom, though spacious, had a shower with a water pressure that could barely tickle a feather. The air conditioning, as previously mentioned, was a noisy beast. Still, the view from the window was pretty spectacular, overlooking the garden, which might have been a distraction from my complaints or maybe the other way around. Truthfully, it was the old charm of the palace, to sum it up.
3. "Food! Tell me about the food! Was it all curries and… well, more curries?"
Okay, food. This is where things got interesting. The breakfast buffet was a WILD ride. You've got your usual suspects – the bread, the eggs, the cereal, and the questionable looking fruit that I always have issues with. But THEN you've got the *Indian* stuff. And, trust me, the Indian food is incredible. Don’t go thinking it's all just curry though, you'll find you're pretty wrong.
I had one AMAZING plate of dosa one morning – crispy, perfectly spiced, the whole shebang. I swear, that dosa single-handedly salvaged my entire day. The dinner restaurant was pretty good too, although the waitstaff was sometimes a bit…over-eager. Still, food could be a gamble, some good, some less satisfactory! And who could possibly forget the time I accidentally asked for my coffee to be "extra spicy"? My face still burns thinking about it. Let's just say, I learned a valuable lesson about using the right adjectives.
4. "Did you experience any… 'cultural differences' during your stay?"
Oh, buddy, *yes*. Where do I even begin? Firstly, the concept of "personal space" in India is…flexible. You'll get used to it. Secondly, the staff – they were genuinely lovely, but sometimes communication was...a challenge. Like, I asked for an iron once. And I swear, I got four different people coming to my door. On the final trip, I was presented with a rather rusty clothes hanger.
And the noise! Oh, the glorious, cacophonous noise! Between the honking horns, the chanting, and the general hum of life, silence was a rare commodity. Even in my room, with the windows closed, I'd hear the sounds of a cricket match in one moment or someone singing in a distant temple at another. It was both exhilarating and, at times, completely exhausting. But is India. Embrace it. Mostly, embrace the chaos.
5. "You mentioned a 'garden'. Was it a peaceful oasis or just… a patch of grass?"
The garden. Okay, so this was actually a highlight. It was big and lush, with fountains and walking paths and even a little gazebo where you could sit and pretend you’re a character from a Merchant Ivory film (which, let's be honest, I totally did). It was a welcome escape from the craziness of the city… until the monkeys arrived.
Oh yes, the monkeys. Cute from a distance? Yes. Capable of stealing your sunglasses and your banana in the blink of an eye? Absolutely. I saw them snatch a croissant right out of a woman's hand. She let out a scream that could shatter glass. After that, I kept my distance from anything that wasn't bolted down. But other than that, the garden was a place of peace and tranquility, which, in India, is something of a miracle.
6. "Any major hiccups or moments that made you want to throw your suitcase out the window?"
Ah, the suitcase-out-the-window moments. Plenty of them. One standout: the elevator. It was ancient. It creaked. It groaned. And it had a mind of its own. One time, it got stuck between floors for about 15 minutes. The alarm went off. The lights flickered. I started to panic. I pictured myself stuck in a gilded cage forever! Eventually, a flustered staff member pried the doors open and I was safe, but… yeah. After that, the stairs became my best friend.
Also, the internet. Let's just say, it was unreliable. I'd be in the middle of sending an email and BAM! Gone. Poof. Back in the Stone Age. I had to walk back and forth the length of the building to send messages. I ended up spending hours in the lobby, getting my fix of Wi-Fi while people-watching and judging the outfits of my fellow tourist. All in all, though, it's part of the journey, what it is.
7. "Okay, so… would you recommend the Prince Palace Deluxe Hotel?"
Okay, here's the deal. If you're looking for sterile, flawless perfection, this ain’t it. If you're a control freak, you'll probably have a breakdown. BUT, if you're up for an adventure, if you have a sense of humor, and if you're willing to embrace the slightly-wonky charm, then yes. I would.
It’s not perfect. Far from it. But it’s memorable. It’s interesting. And it's an experience. I'm not sure how much I enjoyed it at the time, but looking back? I actually found it quite endearing. I meanBest Hotels Blog
