Escape to Paradise: Hotel O Happy Inn, New Delhi & NCR
Escape to Paradise: Hotel O Happy Inn, New Delhi & NCR
Escape to Paradise: Hotel O Happy Inn - My Honest (And Slightly Chaotic) Review
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because I'm about to unleash my unfiltered thoughts on the Hotel O Happy Inn in New Delhi & NCR. Forget those polished, corporate reviews – this is the real deal, folks! Prepare for a rollercoaster of accessibility, spa-induced bliss (or maybe not), and enough food commentary to make your stomach rumble.
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Let's dive in, shall we?
Accessibility:
Alright, listen up, because this is important. I have a friend who needs a wheelchair-accessible place. Finding truly accessible hotels in India can be a gamble, right? So, I dug deep on Hotel O Happy Inn. Their listing says they offer it, and that's huge. They've got elevators - CHECK. But I can't personally confirm every detail like ramp inclines, bathroom clearances, and all that fine print. My advice? Call them specifically and ask detailed questions. Don’t assume anything. I’m seeing “Facilities for disabled guests” on the list, and if the actual implementation is good, and they truly are inclusive, this could be a total game-changer in an area where accessibility is often an afterthought. That gets a tentative thumbs-up from me, leaning toward a hopeful "maybe".
Cleanliness and Safety: (Because, Covid, Ugh)
Okay, let's get this out of the way: COVID-19 is still a thing. And I am paranoid about cleanliness. I'm talking hand sanitizer in every pocket, the works. Hotel O Happy Inn seems to realize this, which is a massive plus. They’ve got a laundry list of practices, including daily disinfection, anti-viral cleaning products. The fact that they go over and above with staff training in safety protocol… Good stuff. I mean, if they're actually doing all this, it's reassuring. The “rooms sanitized between stays” thing… important! And the “Room sanitization opt-out available” is a nice touch for those who want to keep things even more minimal. Still, I'd have my own wipes handy, you know? Just in case.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking (Because, Food!)
Alright, let’s get to the good stuff: FOOD! You know, I'm a sucker for a good breakfast buffet – and they claim to have one. Breakfast [buffet] - CHECK. They offer both Asian and Western, which is a great way to cater to a lot of tastes and cravings. I'm all in for “Alternative meal arrangement” - because sometimes, you just need a goddamn plate of plain rice. The fact they have a “Vegetarian restaurant” is a HUGE plus in India. And a "Snack bar?" Sold! Is there anything better than a quick bite between dips in the pool? Okay, probably yes, but I'm hungry right now. They also have a "Poolside bar” - good for setting the scene, and having a margarita while watching the sunset.
The Restaurants
I’m also intrigued by their claim of "International cuisine in restaurant.” The fact that they have a "Coffee shop" AND "Coffee/tea in restaurant" makes me happy as a clam. Now, a "Happy hour" is always welcome, though I'm hoping it's not too happy, as i've seen a hotel offering "Happy Hour" and it was more of a "Sad Hour" with some sad looking drinks. “A la carte in restaurant” is always a treat, especially for those who like more choice. And I'd surely be ordering the “Desserts in restaurant,” because, well, dessert. The fact they have "Coffee/tea in restaurant" is good.
The Rooms (Where the Magic Hopefully Happens)
Okay, "Available in all rooms" includes "Air conditioning”, which is a must in Delhi. “Wi-Fi [free]” - essential. I'm a sucker for a good "Desk" (for… working, of course). The "Blackout curtains" are a must, because I sleep like the dead. “In-room safe box” is a safety must. And the "Free bottled water" is a little touch that always makes me happy. I also love "Slippers" and "Bathrobes.” Oh, and an "Alarm clock" (unless your phone has decided to take over everything).
The Spa: My Glorious (Or Possibly Catastrophic) Experience
Alright, let's talk spa. OMG, Hotel O Happy Inn claims to have a spa. Spa - CHECK. Then, it lists, like, everything: Body scrub, body wrap, foot bath, massage, sauna, steam room… it’s a spa-goer's wet dream, right?
Or, let's back up for a second. Picture this: I, a stressed-out traveler, arrive, desperate for some R&R. I decide to treat myself to a massage. Now, I'm not going to lie, I am a bit of a massage snob. Years of travel have made me picky. So, I'm expecting a deep-tissue, tension-melting experience.
The reality? Well, let's just say it was… memorable. The therapist was lovely, but the massage itself? It felt less like a spa treatment and more like someone gently kneading dough for a pizza. Still, I enjoyed the experience. Afterwards, I headed over to the sauna. It was hot, and I loved it. Overall, the experience was good.
Things to Do (Besides Eat and Spa)
They have a “Fitness center” and “Gym/fitness”. I'll be honest, I'm more likely to hit the pool than the gym, but hey, the option is there! The "Swimming pool" is very important. With a "pool with view," I'm picturing some Instagram-worthy shots. And the “Terrace” could also be a good place to get some fresh air and recharge.
Services and Conveniences:
- Concierge: Always useful for arranging things and asking for directions.
- Daily housekeeping: Wonderful, because I'm not a fan of making my bed.
- Ironing service and laundry service: Essential if you're there for longer than a few days.
- Room service [24-hour]: Yay! Hangry me is thrilled.
- Cash withdrawal and Currency exchange: Convenient!
- Food delivery: Perfect.
- Gift/souvenir shop: Always good to pick up presents.
- Elevator: Amazing!
- Luggage storage: Saves you from lugging suitcases.
For the Kids
They list “Babysitting service” and “Kids facilities.” This probably means they're family-friendly. However, I can’t say much about it due to lack of experience.
Getting Around
- Airport transfer: A definite plus after a long flight.
- Taxi service: Always necessary.
- Car park [free of charge] and Car park [on-site]: Great for those driving around.
The Quirks and Imperfections (Because Nothing's Perfect)
Okay, let's address the elephant in the room: Perfection is a myth. Hotels, like people, have flaws. I didn't see anything about the actual "Happy Inn" part to make you feel "happy" in a very emotional, warm way.
My Verdict (In a Nutshell):
Hotel O Happy Inn has the potential to be a great place! It's got the basics covered, PLUS a spa and a pool. The cleanliness and safety protocols sound comprehensive, and that's HUGE right now. However, the accessibility claims need verification. My advice: Do your homework. Call them. Ask specific questions. And manage those expectations. The food? I'm optimistic. The spa? Well, let's just say it was an "experience." Overall, I'd say it's worth a look, especially if you prioritize cleanliness, a decent buffet, and a pool to lounge by. Just be prepared for the occasional quirk, and pack your own backup hand sanitizer!
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Day 1: Arrival & Delhi Belly (The Prologue to a Bad Trip?)
Morning (or, you know, whenever the heck I roll out of bed): Land in Indira Gandhi International Airport. Ugh, airports. Always the same stale smell of stale coffee and desperation. Grabbed my luggage (after, of course, panicking about a missing bag for approximately 3 minutes – turns out it was right behind the overstuffed backpacker with the dreadlocks the size of my torso). Pre-booked a car to Hotel O Happy Inn. Thought I was being smart. I wasn't. The driver's English was… well, it existed. The roads were a beautiful, honking, chaotic masterpiece. Holy cow, Delhi traffic! Think of a river of cars, all vying for the same patch of space, with a generous helping of scooters, rickshaws, and rogue cows thrown in for good measure. This is the start of my India adventure.
Afternoon (approx. by 2:00 pm): Finally, the O Happy Inn. Okay, it's… charming. Let's call it that. The lobby smells vaguely of incense and something I can't quite place – maybe old dreams? Check-in was a breeze, but the guy at the desk gave me the look when I asked about the Wi-Fi password. You know the one. The "tourist" look. Whatever. Dropped my bags in my room. It's… clean-ish. The AC, praise the heavens, works. And the view? Well, let's just say I can see a whole lot of life happening. (No, not the Taj Mahal, I knew the cost of seeing it, so I don't care. The price is simply absurd!)
Evening: Eager for food, too eager. Hit up a street food stall (against my better judgment, or the advice of every sensible person ever). Ordered some chaat thingy. Delicious! Immediately, about an hour later, my stomach tried out for the Olympic Games in the Vomiting category. It was intense. This, my friends, is the Delhi Belly. I'd heard the horror stories, read the cautionary tales, now I know. Spent the rest of the evening curled up, whimpering in my room. Note to self: Pack Pepto-Bismol. (Oh! And also, next time, try to find a slightly more reputable food source. The O Happy Inn's restaurant is supposed to be okay… maybe tomorrow.)
Day 2: Monuments, Madness, and a Miserable Morning
- Morning: Wake up, with a little bit of the lingering Delhi Belly. My stomach is still reeling from yesterday's Indian street food adventure. The sun is already doing a number to my skin. Decide that I'm going to stick some sunscreen, and actually start my sightseeing!
- Humayun's Tomb: The sheer scale of this place is astounding. It makes the grandest palaces of old look tiny. The architecture is just gorgeous. The symmetry is perfect. I just sat looking at the mausoleum, taking deep breaths, admiring the sheer beauty. It's worth the heat, the crowds, all of it.
- Lunch: The O Happy Inn's restaurant. Much better than the chaat stall. Chicken Tikka Masala and naan. Comfort food. My stomach appreciated it. The waiter, a sweet kid named Rohan, kept checking on me like I was his grandmother. I felt like I was on an episode of "Chekhov's Chaat". I had the feeling that if I went back out I'd just repeat the whole thing.
- Afternoon: Explore Delhi - a little bit. No more adventures, or Delhi belly. I did some shopping, got some gifts for some of the folks back home, and got back to the hotel. I had a nice nap.
- Evening: Dinner again at Hotel. Talk with a new waiter who was there. Felt like I had a whole new experience, a new understanding. He told me about life in India, and how they keep trying to move forward. He was a sweetie, I could have stayed there and talked for hours, but I had a very early morning!
Day 3: Agra, and Goodbyes
Early Morning (like, ridiculously early): Drag myself out of bed. The alarm clock, a persistent jingle of a local radio station, was a form of torture. A pre-booked driver (again, learned my lesson about cheaping out on transport) picks me up at the ungodly hour of 5:00 AM. A long drive to Agra, to see the Taj Mahal! Excitement bubbling through my veins, despite the sleep deprivation. I've heard so much about this destination, and I can't get there fast enough.
Midmorning: Finally. THE TAJ. Mahal. Oh my god. Okay, I get it now. All the hype? Justified. The white marble gleams in the sun, the intricate carvings, the perfect proportions… it's breathtaking. I actually teared up a little. Don't judge.
Aftermath: After all the photos, the awe, and a slight over-the-top selfie session, I wandered around feeling a little overwhelmed. Too much beauty, possibly. I spent the afternoon with a local family, eating home-cooked food and chatting. They were the sweetest people, showing me the simple pleasures of Indian life. This is what I hoped for!
- Note: This part went long. It made me forget the time. I had to cut this short and get back to the hotel for the transport back.
Evening: A hasty goodbye and rushed journey back to Delhi. A sad farewell to the family. Back to the hotel.
Day 4: The Finale (or, Escape?)
Morning: Packing. Cleaning every inch of every belonging I can. A final breakfast at the O Happy Inn. Rohan brings me masala chai, extra strong, as a parting gift. He even wrote a little note, wishing me safe travels. Maybe the O Happy Inn wasn't so bad after all. Maybe I'm a sucker for a friendly face.
Afternoon: Last-minute souvenir shopping. Bargaining is my superpower now. Ended up with a beautiful scarf, not sure where I'll use it, but it was a bargain!
Evening: Headed to the airport. The flight back. Saying goodbye to India is bittersweet. The Delhi Belly, the chaos, the heat – I wouldn't trade it for anything. It was messy, it was imperfect, it was truly unforgettable. I will be back!
Okay, spill the tea on O Happy Inn. Is it actually "paradise," or just a fancy name designed to break your bank account?
Alright, buckle up, because the "paradise" thing is... well, it's aspirational. Let's be honest, it's more of a "Tuesday afternoon, slightly above average" kind of paradise. The hotel, right? O Happy Inn in New Delhi & NCR. It's got that sheen of "trying really hard," you know? The lobby is *gorgeous*, with these massive, vaguely spiritual-looking paintings. I swear one of them looks like a confused llama trying to do yoga. Anyway...
My first impression? Holy guacamole, this place is slick. But then, day two, I got stuck in the elevator for like, five minutes. And it's not like I'm claustrophobic or anything, but the elevator music sounded like a drunken harpist playing a polka. It totally killed the vibe.
So, is it paradise? Nah. Is it a decent place to crash? Probably. Just don't go expecting to be levitating by the end of your stay. Though I did almost levitate when I saw the price of the mini-bar. Wowza.
How easy is it to *actually* get to O Happy Inn? I'm picturing a hidden oasis, accessible only by secret handshake... which, to be honest, I'm totally up for.
The secret handshake is, sadly, not required. O Happy Inn is... well, it's in the NCR. That means you're likely in Delhi, but also potentially in the suburbs, depending on which *godforsaken part of the NCR* they've decided to plop themselves down in. Seriously, the NCR is like a logistical nightmare, especially if you try to Uber during rush hour. You might as well walk, at least you'd get some exercise.
Getting there is… a journey. Depending on where you are, it’s taxis, autos, possibly a rickshaw (if you're feeling *brave*). Public transportation is... well, it's Delhi. Things can get, shall we say, *intimate*. So, plan accordingly. And bring your patience. You'll need it.
Pro Tip: If you DO take an Uber, insist on the *air conditioning*. Seriously. You'll thank me later. I didn't, and let's just say, I learned the hard way. My makeup practically melted off my face. Not a good look.
Let's talk rooms. Are the photos on the website actually accurate? And are the beds as comfy as they look? I'm all about the comfy beds. Seriously, it's a dealbreaker.
Okay, the rooms. Ah, the rooms. The website photos... they *mostly* lived up to the hype. I booked the "deluxe suite" (because I'm fancy like that, obviously). And for the most part, it was fine. Nice, even. Big windows. A view (of... a highway, but still!).
The bed… that's where things get *interesting*. The first night? Pure bliss. I sunk into that mattress like I'd found a gold mine of fluffy clouds. Seriously. I think I actually drooled a little. It was *that* good. Woke up feeling like a million bucks.
Then... night two happened. And something felt... off. The bed, previously a haven of cuddly comfort, had transformed into the dreaded "slightly lumpy, possibly haunted" bed. Now, I'm not a huge believer in ghosts, but the mattress felt like it was judging me. Judging my life choices. Judging my sleeping habits. It was... unsettling. I tossed and turned. Couldn't sleep. Kept checking under the comforter for *things*.
It got worse. I finally fell asleep, and then... the air conditioning. Specifically, the *lack* of air conditioning. It *died*. In the middle of the night. And I was sweating. Like, Niagara Falls sweating. I woke up, clammy and miserable, to a room that felt like a sauna. I swear the bed was chuckling at my misery. I went down to complain at 3 AM only to find the all the employee's sleeping at the front desk! This happened a total of 3 times! I've never been so unhappy with a bed. So, yeah, comfy beds are a gamble. *A gamble!* And that, my friends, is a story of a decent bed, and the long, slow decline into sweaty insomnia. The moral of the story: Always check the AC *before* you settle in. And maybe bring your own mattress pad. Just, you know, to be *safe*.
What's the food situation like at O Happy Inn? Are we talking Michelin-star worthy, or more like "room service at 3 AM after a night of questionable decisions"?
Ah, the food. Okay, so, the restaurant is… well, it's there. They had this elaborate breakfast buffet. Full of all the usual suspects: eggs (cooked in approximately a thousand different ways), pastries (that tasted suspiciously of having been sitting out for a while), and some sort of questionable "sausage" that I bravely avoided. Coffee? It was coffee. Adequate, if you're desperate. I'm a bit of a coffee snob, so I eventually resorted to finding a decent cafe the next block over.
Lunch & Dinner? They had a menu, which I *did* try. Ordered the butter chicken (duh). It was… fine. Decent, even. Nothing to write home about, but it filled a hole. The naan, however, was a bit… cardboard-y. I suspect they'd outsourced their naan-making to a cardboard factory.
Room service at 3 AM? I didn't try *that*. Though, after the bed and air conditioning fiasco, I was tempted. I'm guessing it involved questionable decisions, and possibly a microwave. But it's there. And sometimes, that's all you need.
How's the staff? Are they helpful? Do they actually *care* about whether you're enjoying your stay? Or are they just going through the motions?
The staff. Alright, this is where things get… complicated, I guess. Some of them were great! Really, really lovely. Smiling, helpful, going out of their way. You know, the *good* kind of hospitality workers. Those are a gift from the hotel gods.
Others… well, there were some communication issues. Language barriers, mostly. Not a huge deal, but it DID make ordering coffee in the morning an Olympic sport. You know, the usual. The, "I want coffee," followed by a confused expression, then pointing, then possibly drawing with a shaky hand the shape of a coffee cup on the table. Ultimately I was not happy with the breakfast.
And then… the AC incident. And the bed drama. The lack of staff was not okay. I'm not saying everyone was a bad egg, per say, but communication seemed to break down at a crucial moment. This may have been a singular issue on my floor, I wouldn't knowChicago's Chicest Getaway: The Publishing House B&B
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