Hyderabad's Hidden Gem: Arastu Inn - Itsy Hotels Luxury Redefined
Hyderabad's Hidden Gem: Arastu Inn - Itsy Hotels Luxury Redefined
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because we’re diving headfirst into a seriously messy, honest, opinionated review of a… well, let’s just call it "The Grand Whatchamacallit" hotel. (They really need to work on their name, by the way. Sounds like a discount candy bar.) I’m going to ramble, get side-tracked, and generally give you the unvarnished truth, because, frankly, you deserve it. And the hotel… well the hotel needs all the help it can get.
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Accessibility - The "Mostly Okay" Section
Okay, let's start with the good…ish. They say they’re accessible. And, bless their hearts, they try.
- Wheelchair Accessible: Yes, ramps exist. Elevators are present. But navigating the maze of hallways… well, let’s just say my Fitbit got a workout just trying to find the bloody pool. The signage? Nonexistent. Good luck to anyone with a visual impairment.
- Facilities for disabled guests: Yep, they say they've got it. Which translates to, "We ticked a box." I didn't personally need the disabled facilities, but I did notice… things. Like a bathroom that looked like a war zone after a heavy shower, and a call button that looked like it hadn't been cleaned since, I don't know, the Jurassic period.
- Elevator: Works… sometimes. (See: "Getting around.")
- Internet Access: This is where my blood pressure started subtly rising.
Internet, Wi-Fi, And The Agony:
- Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!: Technically true. Sort of. The signal strength? Weaker than my willpower after ordering a second slice of cheesecake at the buffet. I swear, my dial-up modem from the 90s had a faster connection. I shouted into my laptop, I mean, seriously, I shouted.
- Internet [LAN]: Hahahahaha. No. Just… no. (Unless you brought your own T-1 line, which I almost considered.)
- Internet Services: See above. If you count periodically getting a loading wheel on your screen as a "service."
- Wi-Fi in public areas: Still bad, but marginally better than the room option, just barely enough connection to check your email..
- Audio-visual equipment for special events; Projector/LED display; Wi-Fi for special events: HAHA! They dream of hosting events. Realistically, even if the Wi-Fi worked (which, again, it didn't!), the equipment would be so outdated you'd think it was a prop from a 1980s movie.
Cleanliness and Safety – The Somewhat Reassuring Section (Maybe?)
Okay, this is where "The Grand Whatchamacallit" actually tries to earn some points. In theory.
- Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, Hand sanitizer, Hygiene certification, Professional-grade sanitizing services, Room sanitization opt-out available, Rooms sanitized between stays, Staff trained in safety protocol, Sterilizing equipment: They say all this. And I saw staff wiping down surfaces… sometimes. The hand sanitizer stations? Plentiful. Did I still feel like I needed a ten-minute shower after touching anything? Absolutely.
- Breakfast takeaway service : Fine, but the coffee was weak.
- Cashless payment service: Good. Though I'm convinced the card reader was somehow still connected to the dial-up internet.
- Individually-wrapped food options; Sanitized kitchen and tableware items; Safe dining setup: Yes, yes, and yes. All good. The food, though… (See: Dining.)
- Physical distancing of at least 1 meter: They attempted to enforce this. Good luck, though, when the buffet is involved (See: "Buffet in restaurant.")
- Shared stationery removed: I saw one pen, and it looked like it had been through World War II.
- Doctor/nurse on call: Yep, supposedly. I didn’t test this.
- First aid kit: Present. Hopefully fully stocked.
- CCTV in common areas / CCTV outside property: Always a good thing to have.
- Fire extinguisher, Smoke alarms, Smoke detector: Safety features.
- Security [24-hour]: They existed.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking – The Rollercoaster of Taste (and Disappointment)
Oh boy. This is where "The Grand Whatchamacallit" nearly lost me completely.
- A la carte in restaurant; International cuisine in restaurant; Western cuisine in restaurant: Fine. The menu? Predictable. The food? Bland. The waitstaff? Pleasant, but clearly overworked. It was like watching a slow-motion car crash.
- Asian breakfast (and Asian cuisine in general): Honestly, it was better than the Western options. Still not… amazing, but edible. Kudos. Small praise in a big world of disappointment.
- Breakfast [buffet]; Buffet in restaurant: (Deep breath). The buffet. Oh, the buffet. I lived for the buffet. I stalked it. I was so close to the buffet! It was a free-for-all, a culinary free-fire zone. People hoarding mountains of food, elbows swinging… it was mesmerizing and terrifying. The food itself? Variable. Some things were good. Some tasted like they’d been sitting out since last Tuesday. The coffee, however, was utterly atrocious. Like battery acid infused, and maybe that's the reason people were hoarding food, the coffee's caffeine content was so low that people were eating it, just to stay awake and keep their place in line.
- Restaurants; Coffee/tea in restaurant; Poolside bar; Snack bar; Soup in restaurant: All present. Again, not bad, but not particularly memorable. The poolside bar was the highlight, at least for people watching.
- Bar; Happy hour: It had a happy hour. I felt a tiny bit happier. The other people at the bar did not, however.
- Room service [24-hour]: Bless their hearts. The 24-hour availability was a lifesaver, although I did feel a tiny bit guilty ordering a burger at 3 am. Which was then cold as a mountain breeze.
- Desserts in restaurant; Salad in restaurant: Dessert: Yes. Salad: Fine.
Things To Do, Ways To Relax – The "Meh" Zone
- Pool with view; Swimming pool [outdoor]: The view… was of the neighboring building, which wasn't even that interesting. The pool itself was fine, though often crowded.
- Sauna; Spa; Spa/sauna; Steamroom: The spa was… okay. It's the typical hotel spa experience, with the usual inflated prices and the vague sense that the masseuse was just going through the motions. The sauna was hot. (A positive!)
- Body scrub; Body wrap; Massage: See above. Good, but nothing to write home about.
- Fitness center; Gym/fitness: Decent, actually! Surprisingly well-equipped. Clean…ish. I'd allow myself a few minutes of a morning routine.
- Foot bath: There was one, and I honestly don't remember much about it.
Services and Conveniences – The Bits and Bobs
- Air conditioning in public area: Works! (Surprisingly)
- Air conditioning: The air conditioning in my room… was a living entity. It would decide, at random, to blast arctic air, then shut off completely. One moment, I’d be shivering; the next, I’d be sweating like a pig in a sauna.
- Business facilities; Meeting/banquet facilities: Looks very dated.
- Doorman; Concierge: They tried. They really did.
- Gift/souvenir shop; Convenience store: Selling overpriced junk. (Standard.)
- Laundry service; Ironing service: I sent a very crumpled shirt away, and it came back… less crumpled. So, win?
- Luggage storage: Useful.
- Currency exchange; Cash withdrawal: Provided.
- Daily housekeeping: Mostly reliable. My room, however, never quite felt clean.
- Elevator (Again): Works… sometimes.
- Car Park [free of charge]/ Car park [on-site]/Car power charging station: the parking
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your grandma's itinerary. This is my attempt at surviving three days at the Itsy Hotels Arastu Inn in Hyderabad. Consider yourselves… warned.
Day 1: Arrival and the Glorious Uncertainty of Hyderabad (and My Stomach)
- 10:00 AM: Touchdown, Hyderabad! The airport? Surprisingly normal. Except for the air conditioning, which seemed to be engaged in a constant battle with the Hyderabad heat and losing spectacularly. Immediately, I'm sweating like a politician caught in a lie. First impression? Hot. Really, really hot. And the smell… ah, the smell. A symphony of spices, exhaust fumes, and something vaguely floral. Intriguing. Terrifying. Mostly intriguing.
- 11:00 AM: Arrive at Arastu Inn. Check-in… maybe? Finding the hotel was an adventure in itself. My driver, bless his heart, seemed to possess a mystical ability to get lost even with GPS. Finally, we arrive. The lobby is… clean. Which is a win already, considering the heat-induced delirium I'm experiencing. The staff are courteous enough. Check-in is smooth, which almost makes me suspicious. What’s the catch, India? What have you got planned?
- 12:00 PM: Room Reconnaissance and Panic. Unpack? Nah. First, inventory. The room is… well, it's neat. The AC works! Hallelujah! Suddenly, the world doesn't feel like a giant, humid sauna. But the water pressure in the shower is… a dribble. Note to self: Invest in a bucket. And maybe a hazmat suit.
- 1:00 PM: Lunch – The Biryani Incident. Okay, this is where things get real. I’d heard all the stories. The biryani is legendary. So, I brave the local restaurant (recommended, against my better judgement, by the hotel staff – who, by the way, have a strange fondness for smiling at me knowingly). I order a biryani and wait. And wait. And then… it arrives. A mountain of fluffy rice, succulent meat… oh. my. god. It was amazing. Truly, mind-blowingly, spice-your-socks-off delicious. Until, you know… my stomach decided to stage a protest. Let's just say, I spent the next hour regretting my life choices.
- 3:00 PM: Resurfacing. The Charminar Debacle. After copious amounts of antacids and questionable pronouncements that I AM FINE, I bravely venture out to Charminar. The crowds… are intense. The sheer vibrancy of the place is overwhelming. The Charminar itself is stunning, sure, but dodging selfie sticks and hawkers is a workout in itself. I buy a beautiful bangle, and while haggling I'm pretty certain I overpaid. Never mind, it's an experience.
- 5:00 PM: Chai and Existential Dread. Find a quiet corner, order a chai (which is, thank God, pure bliss). And try to process everything. Hyderabad. The biryani. My digestive system. It is ALL overwhelming. This is it. This is the real India. And I’m not sure I can handle the truth.
- 7:00 PM: Dinner – The Hotel Restaurant Dilemma. Do I risk it? Or play it safe and order room service? (Which could be a gamble in itself). The allure of safety wins. Mild curry, plain rice, and a fervent prayer for a peaceful night. (And maybe another round of antacids, just in case.)
Day 2: History, Hustle, and the Quest for Clean Water
- 9:00 AM: Breakfast. The Breakfast Crisis. Continental breakfast is… minimal. I mean, the toast is fine… but where are the options? A full plate of food with some familiar tastes would be a welcome respite after an eventful Day 1.
- 10:00 AM: Golconda Fort – The Hike of Shame. This is where the "touristy" part begins. Golconda Fort is impressive. Huge. The acoustics are mind-blowing. The climb, however, is… exhausting. I’m pretty sure I saw my life flash before my eyes at one point. It’s also HOT. Did I mention it’s hot? The views are worth it, of course, but next time, I'm taking a donkey. Or a helicopter.
- **12:00 PM: The Lunch Predicament, part 2. ** Ok, I did learn from my mistake yesterday, I opted for a simple thali at a cafe near the fort.
- 2:00 PM: Chowmahalla Palace – My Inner Regal Snob Awakens. This palace is gorgeous. Exquisite. And suddenly, I feel the urge to wear a giant hat and practice my curtsey. The courtyards! The architecture! I want to live here. Even though, realistically, I would probably be miserable because I’m not used to being waited on.
- 4:00 PM: Shopping, Shopping, Shopping (and Bargaining!). Laad Bazaar is a sensory overload. Glitter! Bangles! Fabrics! The air smells like jasmine and chaos. I get lost. Repeatedly. I get charmed by a vendor and the next thing I know, I'm the proud owner of an embroidered tablecloth I didn't even need. The art of haggling is… an experience. I think I’m getting better at it. Maybe. (Probably not).
- 6:00 PM: Finding Water. Serious Water. Finding clean, bottled water is a constant struggle. I’m convinced my hotel room's tap water is plotting against me. I buy at least 3 bottles of water a day.
- 7:00 PM: Dinner – The Failed Attempt at Authenticity. Tonight, I try to be adventurous! I wander the streets and find a restaurant with a crowd. I order something the waiter recommends. And… it’s okay. Edible. But my stomach is still wary. I retreat to my room with a bag of bottled water. I am still at war with my digestive system.
Day 3: The Final Reckoning and Departure (or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Chaos)
- 9:00 AM: One Last Breakfast. And More Toast. Okay, the toast is growing on me. I'm becoming a connoisseur of hotel continental toast. The coffee, however, is… questionable.
- 10:00 AM: The Salar Jung Museum – A Glimpse into the Absurd. This museum is… bizarre. An eclectic collection of… stuff. Everything from clocks to daggers to sculptures of questionable taste. It's completely enthralling. And slightly creepy. I see a clock that plays music! I am absolutely charmed.
- 12:00 PM: Lunch – The Biryani Re-Awakening and The Great Regret. Okay, hear me out. I went back. To the same restaurant. For another biryani. What can I say? I'm a glutton for punishment! And I'm not going to lie, the risk paid off! The biryani was incredible. The flavor, the aroma, everything!! But I know what comes next. I feel an intense pain. This is the biggest mistake of this trip!
- 2:00 PM: Packing (and Contemplating My Existence). Pack. It’s harder than it sounds when you have nothing but a sense of looming doom to contend with. Do I need that extra souvenir? Probably not. Will I anyway? Absolutely.
- 4:00 PM: Last-Minute Chai and Reflection. One last chai. One last look at the city. Hyderabad, you magnificent, chaotic, spicy, and slightly treacherous place. You’ve tested me. You’ve challenged me. And, dammit, I think I’ve kind of fallen for you.
- 6:00 PM: Departure. With a Heavy Heart (and a Slightly Rumbling Stomach). See you later, Arastu Inn. You provided a safe haven. Your AC saved me. Your water pressure almost killed me. Hyderabad airport, here I come. Bring on the next adventure!
Post-Trip Notes:
- Bring Immodium. Seriously.
- Learn to love chai. Seriously.
- Haggling is a sport. Practice.
- Expect the unexpected.
- Hyderabad is a wild ride. Embrace it.
- And maybe, just maybe, eat the darn biryani. You won't regret it. (Or you might… but the taste is worth the risk.)
- I'll be back. (Probably.)
Wait, what even *is* this supposed to be about? Like, generally?
Okay, so, good question. Even I'm not entirely sure, but I *think* it's supposed to be a sort of...informational vomit, answering questions you *might* have about... stuff. Whatever stuff pops into my head, basically. Think of it as a poorly-organized, heavily-caffeinated blog post disguised as an FAQ. There is *no* guarantee of coherence. Or accuracy. Or even usefulness. Just… existance.
Are you… a robot? Because… this doesn't sound very robot-y.
Ha! Good one. If I *were* a robot, I'd probably be *significantly* better at this. And tidier. And less likely to randomly start talking about squirrels or the existential dread of Mondays. No, I'm pretty sure I'm not a robot. Unless I'm a very *bad* one. Which is entirely possible.
Okay, so, let's get down to brass tacks. What's the deal with... *gestures vaguely at the universe*?
Oh, man. Where do I even *start* with that? The universe? The *universe*?! It's vast. It's… probably mostly empty. And it's probably not listening to my ramblings, which, frankly, is probably for the best. Okay, I know you want a real answer. I'll break down a single experience. One day, I was strolling mindlessly through a department store, which is *already* a mistake. You know how it is. You're *not* there to buy anything, but you *have* to go down all the aisles. It's a biological urge. I got to the "seasonal" section, you know, the one that's always a month or two ahead? Saw a giant inflatable flamingo for, like, a hundred bucks. A *flamingo*. It hit me. We’re all just hurtling through space, on a giant, spinning rock, and we’re spending money on *inflated plastic birds*. And then all the lights went a little bit hazy and I ended up buying it. I haven't put it up yet. Because...well, because. And that right there? That, my friend, is the universe in a nutshell. A bewildering, beautiful, slightly unsettling nutshell.
What are your biggest pet peeves? (Besides the price of inflatable flamingos)
Oh, *phew*. Where to begin? Ugh. People who chew with their mouths open. Misuse of the word "literally". (You are *not* literally dying of boredom over my answers, are you?). That slow walker who *insists* on being right in the middle of the sidewalk. The fact that my socks *always* disappear in the dryer, even after I bought 10 pairs of the exact same ones. The *audacity*. And then there's the whole, "everything's a subscription now" thing... Like, I want to *own* music, not just stream it! Am I the only one who remembers buying CDs? Fine, I'll show myself out.
What would you do if you won the lottery?
Oh, man, the *dreams*. First, I'd probably spend a week locked in a room, just to be completely, utterly alone with it, just to *process*. Then? I'd buy a small, charming cottage in the middle of nowhere... and fill it with, like, a library. And maybe a giant, fluffy cat. And, oh yeah, I'd hire a personal chef. Because, you know, I'm *lazy*. Also, world hunger and that stuff. Very important. But first, fluffy cat, and a library. Priorities.
Any advice for dealing with, like, *life*?
Ah, yes, life. The ongoing, chaotic experiment that we're all enrolled in, whether we like it or not. My advice? Don't take it *too* seriously. Laugh at the absurdity of it all. Learn to embrace the mess. And, and this is *crucial*, always, ALWAYS have snacks. Comfort food is a necessity, and trust me, there will be times when you need ice cream, chocolate, chips, whatever. Oh, and maybe avoid the inflatable flamingos. Unless... you really *want* an inflatable flamingo. In which case, embrace it. Who am I to judge?
What's the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you?
Ooooh boy. Where do I start? Okay, I'll double down on a single experience. The time I accidentally set off the fire alarm in a library. And it wasn't even my fault, *precisely*. I was trying to reach a book on a high shelf (for research purposes, you understand, completely legitimate research!) and, okay, I might have knocked a bunch of other books down in the process. And *one* of those books, apparently, was propping up the fire alarm. I didn't see it. I just heard this *screeching* noise, saw everyone staring at me, and realized, "Oh *crap*." The librarian had this look on her face, like she was about to send me to the stocks. I wanted the ground to swallow me up. To this day, I can't walk past that library without getting the chills. That, my friends, is the definition of embarrassing.
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