Escape to Cape Town: Stunning 1-Bedroom Piazza Oasis (40)!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving deep into a hotel review. Forget the sterile, corporate jargon – this is gonna be more like a rambling, opinionated conversation with that friend who always has a story (or three) to tell. Let’s do this!
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The Hotel: Let's Just Call it "The Grand Emporium" (Because I'm Protecting the Innocent…and My Sleep)
Right, so, "The Grand Emporium." Sounds fancy, right? Honestly, from the outside, totally fancy. Marble everything, grand lobby…the works. Now, let’s talk about my stay. Before getting into the nitty gritty let me tell ya, this was fun, and also very strange.
Accessibility: The Good, the Okay, and The "Oh Dear"
- Wheelchair Accessible: Okay, first impressions were good. The main entrance? Wide open, ramps aplenty. Check-in? Smooth as butter. The elevators were big enough to handle a small parade, which is always a win.
- On-site Accessible Restaurants/Lounges: Mostly good! The main restaurant (more on that later) had plenty of space and the accessible seating made it so easy for my friend in a wheelchair to get around. The bar was a bit tighter, but manageable.
- Facilities for Disabled Guests: They said they had them, and seemed to…well, try, but the execution was a little… inconsistent. Some of the ramps were a bit steep, some door handles were placed at slightly awkward heights. Minor annoyances, but they added up, and really, I was frustrated. I’ve been in other hotels with perfect accessibility and it makes me wonder, how much could it have cost to just have a professional come look at the place?
Internet & Tech: Free Wi-Fi! Hooray! (But…)
- Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!: And it actually worked! Praise be. I mean, that's the bare minimum these days, but I’ve been burned before… so, kudos.
- Internet [LAN]: Yes, they had it. Did I use it? Nope. Who uses a LAN cable in a hotel room in 2024 unless you're… well, I don't know.
- Internet Services/Wi-Fi in public areas: Spotty at times. Especially around the pool. Which, you know, is where you want the Wi-fi. Like, I wanted to post some pics of me looking all glamorous by the pool (don't judge me), but the connection was a joke.
Things to Do: Relaxation Station…and Mayhem
- Spa/Sauna/Steamroom: Ah, the spa. This is where things get… interesting. The spa itself looked fantastic. Gleaming tiles, soft lighting, the whole shebang. My first morning, I was there and just chilling, enjoying the silence, and let me tell you, they had a serious sauna. But. BUT! The steam room? Never got hot. Never. It just kind of… misted. It was a warm, slightly damp, disappointment. I think I spent longer trying to figure out why the steam room wasn't working than I did actually relaxing.
- Massage: The massage was pretty fantastic, truth be told. One of the best I've ever had. The masseuse (blessed be her hands) was amazing. She seemed to know exactly where all my knots were hiding. Worth the price of admission, maybe even more if it was the end of a long week!
- Pool with view/Swimming pool [outdoor]: The pool! Gorgeous. That view! Seriously, stunning. But… getting a sunbed? An Olympic sport. It was like a feeding frenzy at 7 am. Towels and books strategically placed to "reserve" spots. I finally managed to snag one, and spent the entire afternoon feeling like I was in a high-stakes competition. This is not relaxation.
- Fitness Center/Gym: Okay, the gym was okay. Didn't set my world on fire, didn't need a defibrillator. Standard hotel gym stuff.
Cleanliness and Safety: The Sanitization Situation
- Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, Individually-wrapped food options, etc. They claimed to be on top of it. The staff were wearing masks, there were hand sanitizer stations everywhere. Which I appreciate.
- Room sanitization opt-out available: A good option.
- Rooms sanitized between stays: I assume so? I mean, you’ve got to trust that, right?
- Staff trained in safety protocol: They seemed to be. Felt a bit like a police force at times, but it was better than the complete opposite.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: The Food Chronicles
- Restaurants/A la carte in restaurant/Buffet in restaurant/Asian & Western cuisine in restaurant/Coffee/tea in restaurant/Desserts in restaurant/Salad/Soup/Snack bar: Where do I begin?
- Breakfast Buffet: This was the first major hurdle. I swear, I saw people filling up gallon jugs of orange juice. The sheer volume of food was impressive, but the quality? Meh. "International cuisine" translated to slightly sad versions of everything. I stuck to the toast, and even that was… well, it was toast.
- Room service [24-hour]: Thank God for room service. Especially after that morning at the buffet. The burger wasn't exactly gourmet, but it saved me from a total dining disaster.
- Poolside bar/Happy hour: The poolside bar was a lifesaver. Decent cocktails, friendly staff, and a welcome escape from the… shall we say, organized chaos… of the main restaurant. Happy hour was a solid deal.
Services and Conveniences: The Usual – With a Twist
- Concierge: Absolutely fantastic. Helpful, friendly, knowledgeable. The real MVP of this hotel.
- Cash withdrawal/Currency exchange: Convenient, but the rates were nothing to write home about.
- Daily housekeeping: Excellent. My room was always spotless.
- Elevator Yes.
- Facilities for disabled guests/Laundry service/Doorman/Luggage storage/Meeting/banquet facilities: Standard stuff, all functioning as expected.
- Convenience store/Gift/souvenir shop: Good. The gift shop was overpriced.
For the Kids: A Mixed Bag
- Family/child friendly/Babysitting service/Kids facilities/Kids meal: They said they were family-friendly. There was a kids’ club, but I didn't get a chance to see what that was like.
- Kids meal: Couldn't comment. Sorry!
Access & The "Little Things"
- CCTV in common areas/Check-in/out [express/private]/Fire extinguisher: Standard security stuff.
- Front desk [24-hour]/Safety/security feature/Smoke alarms/Soundproof rooms: They all did the job
- Hotel chain: The chain itself is OK.
Available in all rooms: The Comfort Factor
- Additional toilet/Air conditioning/Alarm clock/Bathrobes/Bathroom phone/Bathtub/Blackout curtains/Closet/Coffee/tea maker/Complimentary tea/Daily housekeeping/Desk/Extra long bed/Free bottled water/Hair dryer/High floor/In-room safe box/Interconnecting room(s) available/Internet access – LAN/Internet access – wireless/Ironing facilities/Laptop workspace/Linens/Mini bar/Mirror/Non-smoking/On-demand movies/Private bathroom/Reading light/Refrigerator/Safety/security feature/Satellite/cable channels/Scale/Seating area/Separate shower/bathtub/Shower/Slippers/Smoke detector/Socket near the bed/Sofa/Soundproofing/Telephone/Toiletries/Towels/Umbrella/Visual alarm/Wake-up service/Wi-Fi [free]/Window that opens: They had everything. Truly, everything. The room itself was comfortable. The bed was good, the Wi-Fi worked (again, a win!), and the air conditioning was a godsend. But, the weirdest part? The bathroom phone. Who uses the bathroom phone?! And who is calling me in the bathroom? I had to unplug it eventually, just to escape.
Getting Around:
- **Airport transfer/Bicycle parking
Okay, buckle up, buttercup. This ain't your grandma's pristine itinerary. This is Cape Town, baby, and we're gonna experience it like… well, like real humans who occasionally spill coffee on their maps. This is a chaotic, beautiful mess, just like life.
The Piazza (1 Bedroom) - Cape Town, South Africa: A Week of Questionable Decisions and Glorious Sunrises
Day 1: Arrival and the Existential Dread of Wifi
- Morning (But Did I Actually Wake Up?): Land at Cape Town International. That airport is a vibe. Think modern, clean, and then… BAM! The overwhelming, humid rush of a thousand new smells hits you. (Mostly sunscreen and desperation, I think.) Passport control? A blur. Baggage claim? Pray to the travel gods your suitcase survived. Grab an Uber (or whatever app-based chariot is available - I still haven't figured out which one is the best).
- Anecdote: My first trip to South Africa, I got utterly lost in the parking garage, circled for approximately 45 minutes, and nearly started sobbing. (Jet lag is a beast.) Learn from my mistakes – write down exactly where you parked. Or, you know, just hire a sherpa to carry your luggage from the airport…
- Afternoon: The Piazza! – And the Great Wifi Scramble: Arrive at The Piazza. (Hopefully, it's the right Piazza. See above anecdote, re: directions). Check in. Sigh of relief. The apartment looks gorgeous! Stylish, modern, a little too perfect. Immediately attempt to connect to wifi. Fail. (This is a recurring theme. Embrace it.) Spend an hour wrestling with the router. Consider contacting the landlord. Debate throwing the router out the window. (Don't do that. It's just the jet lag talking). Finally, give up. Embrace the digital detox.
- Evening: Dinner with a View… Kinda. Explore the immediate area. Find a restaurant with seemingly promising ratings. (Never trust online reviews, ever). Order something local – maybe a bobotie or a peri-peri chicken. Realize you're starving and eat it all in about 10 minutes. The view from the restaurant? Okay-ish, nothing to write home about. Watch the sun set over… something. Can't quite tell what. The wine is good, though. That’s the important thing.
- Quirky Observation: Everyone seems to have a serious tan. I’m going to need a whole lot of sunblock. And maybe a local to point out the good restaurants.
- Emotional Reaction: Relief! I'm here. And the food was actually pretty decent. Maybe this Cape Town thing… won't be a total disaster.
- Night: Sleep. Hopefully. (Jet lag is a cruel mistress)
Day 2: Table Mountain Debacle (Take Two!)
- Morning: Stare at Table Mountain. Wake up. Assess the weather. Table Mountain is the plan. (Or it was.) It's the "must-do" of Cape Town. But… it's covered in cloud. Seriously. Always check the mountain's webcam before you brave the cable car queues. Seriously.
- Messy Structure: (Rambles about procrastination.)
- * I really need to make a decision about this mountain. The Internet is a rabbit hole of pictures. But the weather report is telling me I'm not going up. Ever.
- Maybe I'll stay inside and watch Netfix all day?
- * I really need to make a decision about this mountain. The Internet is a rabbit hole of pictures. But the weather report is telling me I'm not going up. Ever.
- Messy Structure: (Rambles about procrastination.)
- Afternoon: The Waterfront Waddle (Unless it Rains): Weather still bad. Decide, screw it, let's go to the V&A Waterfront. Touristy? Yes. Convenient? Also yes. Wander around, buy some overpriced trinkets (because impulse control is a weakness). Stare at the seals doing their thing. Wonder if it's possible to buy a seal. (Probably illegal. Probably for the best). Catch a ferry.
- Emotional Reaction: Boredom! The Waterfront is nice in the way that all tourist destinations are nice: shiny, crowded, and a little bit… empty.
- Evening: Dinner and a Serious Drink. Find a restaurant that claims to serve authentic Cape Malay food. It's probably not authentic. But the bunny chow is delicious. Order a bottle of South African wine. Order another. Feel alive.
- Opinionated Language: The bunny chow was good but should have been spicier!
- Night: The Great Disappearance. End up wandering around looking for the apartment. Can't find it. Get lost. Call an Uber. Finally.
Day 3: Cape Peninsula & the Great White Shark (Kinda) Scandal
- Morning: This is the day! The Cape Peninsula! Hit the road early. Driving on the wrong side of the road is thrilling.
- Anecdote: The road to Cape point is a visual feast. The views were stunning. We passed a baboon.
- Afternoon: Cape Point, Penguins, and the Sea:* This is the real Cape Town!
- Emotion Great, it's beautiful!
- Evening: Dinner at a Restaurant in Kalk Bay: This place is charming. This is what I want.
Day 4: Wine and Regret
- Morning: Waking up with a Wine Headache!
- Afternoon Hangover.
- Evening More Wine.
Day 5: Local
- All Day Just being Local and getting used to it.
Day 6: Beach
- All Day Beach
- Evening More Dinner!
Day 7: Farewell
- Morning; Last-minute breakfast.
- Afternoon: Return to the airport.
- Evening Goodbye.
Notes:
- Wifi: Seriously. Don't rely on it. Embrace the disconnect. Read a book. Talk to people. Stare at the ocean.
- Food: Eat everything. Be adventurous. Don't be afraid of spices.
- Traffic: It's a thing. Plan accordingly.
- Safety: Be aware of your surroundings. Don't flash cash.
- Most Importantly: Go with the flow. Things will go wrong. You'll get lost. You'll misjudge the sun. You'll drink too much wine. Embrace the chaos. That's the Cape Town experience. And it's glorious.
So, you *finally* decided to bake bread, huh? What made you crack?
Oh, the *hubris*. You see, I'd been watching those perfectly-crusted loaves pop up on my Instagram feed for, like, a year. Sourdough, brioche, pain au chocolat… It was a bread-based *taunt*. And I? I, the culinary champion of… well, microwaved popcorn, apparently. I'd always figured baking was a delicate dance of yeasts and prayers. Turns out, it *is* a delicate dance of yeasts and prayers, but now, I'm finally trying. My breaking point? The global pandemic. Locked down, bored out of my skull, and suddenly, the siren song of fresh bread was deafening. Plus, I figured, if I bombed, at least my cat would be happy. He loves crumbs. The freeloading rodent.
Okay, the *first* loaf? Spill the beans. How'd that disaster… I mean, *experience* go?
Disaster is putting it mildly. I envisioned a rustic, artisanal masterpiece. What I got? A brick of a thing. A goddamn *rock*. It was so dense, I swear, I could have used it to prop up my wobbly table. I followed the recipe *precisely*. I mean, I *thought* I did. Turns out, I *maybe* skipped a step involving… you know… air. Yes. Air. Apparently, kneading is crucial for something other than building biceps. I also *might* have misread the temperature on my, shall we say, *ancient* oven. Let's just say the first loaf looked like a slightly-crusty hockey puck. Still, my cat, bless his heart, was *thrilled*.
What's the weirdest thing that happened while you were learning?
Oh man. Where do I *begin*? One time, I was so terrified of messing up the sourdough starter (which, by the way, is like nurturing a tiny, grumpy, yeasty pet), that I spent a whole afternoon talking to it. *Out loud*. Flour-covered, hair a mess, pacing around my kitchen like a mad scientist. I named it "Bubbles" because, well, you know, bubbles. My partner walked in, saw me cooing at a bubbling jar, and just slowly backed away. I think he's secretly hoping to have me committed. Then there was the time I accidentally set a towel on fire. Baking, who knew, could be so *dramatic*? Now I keep a fire extinguisher handy.
Okay, okay, so it wasn't all a brick. What kind of bread were you baking at first?
My first forays were blessedly *not* sourdough because that is, frankly, a whole other level of commitment. I started with a no-knead basic loaf. Which, in theory, is beginner-friendly. In practice? Well, see the "brick" anecdote above. I think the issue, looking back, was fear. I was paralyzed by the idea of messing it up. Now I'm trying to do a bit more, but I'm still a bit of a wimp.
Did you quit? Were you tempted to just… buy bread?
Oh, *hell yes*. Multiple times. There were days – many days, actually – when the allure of a perfectly-baked baguette from the local bakery was *strong*. I mean, come on, I could just stroll in, hand over my money, and bam! Deliciousness. But then… that little stubborn voice inside me, the one that refuses to back down from a challenge – even a bread-related one – kicked in. Plus, I really, *really* wanted to prove to myself that I could do it. Even if "doing it" meant producing bread that was more “doorstop” than “delicious.” And that sourdough starter, Bubbles, it demands attention.
What's the hardest part about baking bread?
Patience. Absolute, unwavering, soul-grinding patience. Waiting for the dough to rise, waiting for it to proof, waiting for it to *bake*… it’s a test of willpower. Especially on a Sunday morning when all you want is a damn sandwich. Then, there's the mental part – not getting discouraged when things go wrong. Because they *will*. Just when you think you've got it, the yeast decides to stage a revolt, the oven temperature lies to you, or your cat decides to "taste-test" your carefully measured ingredients. It's a whole emotional rollercoaster.
Any tips for a complete beginner?
Okay, here's the gospel according to me, the semi-competent baker: Start SIMPLE. Really, *really* simple. Don't dive headfirst into sourdough on day one. Find a beginner-friendly recipe and stick to it. Read the recipe *thoroughly* before you start. And yes, measure everything. Don’t be afraid to fail. Embrace the mess. And, most importantly, *ask for help*. Watch videos. Join a baking group. And, for the love of all that is holy, *knead your dough until it feels right*. And for the love of a golden-brown crust, get a decent oven thermometer!
What's your biggest baking failure *so far*?
Ooooh, that’s a tough one. There have been so many, really. The brick loaf definitely tops the list. But, I'd have to say one of the most epic failures involved a *flour explosion*. I mean, I was trying to get fancy, using a stand mixer for the first time, and I was convinced I knew what I was doing. Wrong. I started the mixer too high, flour went *everywhere*. Not just the counter. The ceiling. The walls. The cat. (Who, by the way, looked remarkably unimpressed). It was like a miniature, culinary snowstorm. And I? I just stood there, covered in flour, in utter, shameful defeat. It took me *hours* to clean up. I still find flour in places I never knew existed. That was when I almost threw the whole endeavor in the trash.
What's your favorite bread you’ve made… so far?
Honestly? My first *edible* loafBook Hotels Now
The Piazza (1 Bedroom) (40) Cape Town South Africa
The Piazza (1 Bedroom) (40) Cape Town South Africa
