Istanbul's Stunning New Grand Residence: Terrace Views Await!
Istanbul's Grandest Gamble: A Review of Terrace Views Await! (Spoiler: It's Complicated)
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because I just got back from Istanbul, and I'm still trying to untangle the whirlwind that was "Terrace Views Await!" – the newest, shiniest, supposedly-best hotel in the city. Let me tell you, the hype was real… and so were the headaches. But mostly, the views. Oh, those bloody, breathtaking views.
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First Impressions: Shiny and Smooth (and Maybe a Little Too Smooth)
From the moment I rolled up (yes, I had to use a wheelchair for this trip, which, as we'll get to, was a whole separate adventure), it was clear "Terrace Views Await!" was aiming for sleek. Think polished marble that practically gleams and staff who seem surgically attached to their perfect smiles. Getting in was surprisingly easy. They actually have proper ramps and the lobby is wide and spacious - a HUGE win for accessibility! They called it “Facilities for disabled guests", but frankly, I think it should be the norm, not an after-thought.
Check-in was "contactless," a word that's lost all meaning after the pandemic. But hey, they were efficient, and I was quickly whisked up to my room.
The Room: A High-Altitude Sanctuary (Once You Get Over the Intimidation)
My room? Magnificent. The description? "Available in all rooms" doesn't quite capture the magic. Okay, so, there was "Air conditioning," "Alarm clock," "Bathrobes," the whole shebang. But, the real kicker? The panoramic window framing the entire city. Seriously, I stood there slack-jawed for a good ten minutes, forgetting about the "Alarm clock" and all the other amenities. The sunrises alone… worth the price of admission. "Blackout curtains" were a necessity, mind you, otherwise I'd still be up there soaking in the light.
Now, let's talk about the "Internet access – wireless" and "Wi-Fi [free]". Thank GOD for fast internet. I didn't test the "Internet access – LAN," 'cause who even uses ethernet cables anymore? (Unless you're into some seriously high-def gaming, which… not on this trip). Oh, and the "Extra long bed" was, well, extra long. And comfy. Very, very comfy. My "Desk" area was also perfect for getting work done.
Accessibility - The Elephant (or Wheelchair) in the Room
Okay, this is where things get interesting. The hotel says it's accessible. And they actually try. But, here's the thing: "Facilities for disabled guests" are more about the promise than the reality. The lobby and some of the public areas are great. But the elevators, while present, and yes, "Elevator", sometimes felt like a slow, agonizing journey. This is where I encountered my first hiccup. I went to the pool, (more on that later), and the route… well, it wasn't exactly a cakewalk. The "exterior corridor" was a bit of a maze and involved a couple of awkward turns.
The "Family/child friendly" aspects are a bit of a mystery to me, but they DID have "Babysitting service" listed. This is probably not the hotel for you if you want a stroller-friendly experience.
Dining, Drinking, & Snacking: A Culinary Adventure (with Occasional Stumbles)
Food. Always a crucial part of the review, isn’t it? The hotel boasts a dizzying array of options: "A la carte in restaurant," "Asian cuisine in restaurant," "International cuisine in restaurant," "Vegetarian restaurant," "Western cuisine in restaurant…." The list went on!
The "Coffee/tea in restaurant" was a godsend. Because Turkish coffee…is STRONG. The "Breakfast [buffet]" was the usual international offering, and pretty good. I really liked the Asian breakfast option and spent an entire morning trying to sample everything. The "Coffee shop" was an absolute lifesaver, especially since I was experiencing some jet-lag and the 24-hour "Room service [24-hour]" was handy for midnight snacks. I was really looking forward to trying the "Desserts in restaurant" but found them too sweet for my taste, and the "Buffet in restaurant" was only open for certain hours, which was difficult to maneuver.
I’m not much for the "Happy hour" but the "Bar" was well stocked, and the "Poolside bar" definitely came in handy. The "Bottle of water" was, well, a nice touch. The "Snack bar" was convenient for a quick bite, and the "Poolside bar" kept me hydrated.
There was also the "Breakfast takeaway service" but it didn't involve a lot of options and I didn't use it.
The Spa & Relaxation: Blissful Escapism (When You Can Find It)
Ah, the spa. Heaven itself. The "Spa", "Spa/sauna", "Sauna", "Steamroom", "Massage", "Body scrub", "Body wrap" - it was all there, an oasis of calm. The "Pool with view" was legitimately stunning. Picture this: a shimmering infinity pool overlooking the Bosphorus. I spent hours just floating, letting the world melt away. Getting to it, however, was a bit of a trek from my room (see: Accessibility). But, once I was there … pure, unadulterated bliss.
The "Fitness center" was decent, but I didn’t partake. The "Gym/fitness" itself was filled with gym bros, so I steered clear. The "Foot bath" was a nice touch, and I heard good things about, but didn’t try it either.
Cleanliness & Safety: Feeling (Relatively) Secure
"Cleanliness and safety" are clearly a priority. I could see "Anti-viral cleaning products" being used, and the "Daily disinfection in common areas" was reassuring. The "Hand sanitizer" was readily available, and the staff were all properly trained, which was a big relief. "Rooms sanitized between stays," and my room was spotless when I arrived.
They also boasted a "Doctor/nurse on call," and a "First aid kit," which made me feel safer. They definitely took all the necessary precautions during the pandemic. The "Safe dining setup" and "Sanitized kitchen and tableware items" felt normal.
Things to Do & Getting Around: Navigating the Chaos
"Things to do" are everywhere in Istanbul. The hotel staff (particularly the "Concierge") were super helpful in arranging tours. They had "Airport transfer" services, and the "Taxi service" was easy to hail. The "Car park [on-site]" was convenient. The "Valet parking" seemed a bit excessive, but hey, it's Istanbul. I didn't use the "Car park [free of charge]," the "Car power charging station," or see any "Bicycle parking" but I probably wasn't looking for them.
Service & Conveniences: A Mixed Bag
The "Daily housekeeping" was impeccable. However, finding people who spoke English was a struggle sometimes, and the "Front desk [24-hour]" staff weren't always the most helpful. The "Concierge" services were very valuable and the "Luggage storage" service was a lifesaver to me.
The "Doorman," "Ironing service," "Laundry service," and "Dry cleaning," were also available. The "Cash withdrawal" and "Currency exchange" were standard. The "Gift/souvenir shop" was overpriced.
The Bad (Oh, the Bad!)
Okay, here's where the cracks start to show. While the intention for accessibility was there, the execution was often lacking. Getting around the hotel was far more challenging than it should have been. Several times, I had to navigate around awkward corners with a wheelchair.
And then there was the drama with my food order. I called for "Room service [24-hour]" one night and what I got was…let’s just say, not what I ordered. They got the wrong order, and it took three tries until I got the right thing, which was cold by the time I got it. This is where the hotel’s "Facilities for disabled guests" really fell apart.
The Verdict: Beautiful, But Imperfect
"Terrace Views Await!" is a beautiful hotel. The views are truly breathtaking. The service, generally, is good. But, accessibility is not as seamless as they claim and the minor inconveniences add up.
Would I stay there again? Hmm. If I could be guaranteed a smooth, accessible experience, yes. The views are worth it. But, if I'm looking for a truly stress-free getaway, I might explore other options. It's a gamble, this hotel. A glamorous, glittering gamble. Just be prepared to roll the dice and hope lady luck is on your side.
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The Grand (and Potentially Grandiose) İstanbul Adventure: A Hot Mess Express
Day 1: Arrival and Jet Lagged Mayhem
Morning (ish): Touchdown in İstanbul! Ugh, flights. The eternal misery. I swear, I’m always the last one off the plane, looking like a sleep-deprived zombie who’s lost a fight with a suitcase. Customs? Don't even get me started. Always a queue. Always the one holding up the line because I can’t find my passport. This time, THANK GOD, I think I’ve packed it in the right spot! So, the usual chaos: finding my driver (thank goodness for pre-booked transfers, otherwise, I'd be lost in a sea of honking taxis), battling the baggage carousel, and feeling the full force of Turkish heat. Already sweating like a pig. Gorgeous city though, even through the eye-watering humidity.
Afternoon: Arrival at Grand Residence ^2 1 With Terrace. Ooooh, shiny! This place… well, okay, it’s kind of amazing. The photos online didn’t lie. I mean, the terrace alone could probably house a small village. I awkwardly fumble with the key card (always takes me a minute to figure those things out), praying I don't look like a total idiot in front of the concierge. The room is… luxurious. Like, disturbingly so. I’m pretty sure my entire apartment back home could fit inside the living room. Instantly, I spill coffee on the pristine white rug. "Well, that's one way to christen the place!" I mutter to myself, already feeling the weight of my own clumsiness.
Evening: The jet lag hits. HARD. Decide to venture out. This is where things go sideways. Walked what I thought was a short distance to get some Turkish food. Turns out Istanbul is very hilly. This is not a gentle stroll. This is a lung-busting trek up a bloody mountain. I finally find a restaurant, order something I can’t pronounce, and then spend the next hour fighting off the urge to fall asleep in my lentil soup. The waiter, bless his heart, just smiles and keeps refilling my water glass. I think he feels sorry for me. Before collapsing again, I get an evening view of the Bosporus from a nearby spot. It's… breathtaking. The city lights, the water, the call to prayer echoing… it's genuinely magical. But I'm still a zombie. Head back to the residence and promptly fall asleep face-first on the ridiculously plush pillows.
Day 2: History, Haggling and a Near Disaster
Morning: Okay, today is culture day! I’m going to be a tourist! Start with the Hagia Sophia. Pictures don't do it justice. Absolutely stunning. The sheer scale of the thing… and the history… it's overwhelming in the best way. I stare at the mosaics, completely mesmerized, trying to imagine the lives of the people who walked these halls centuries ago. Then, because I’m me, I accidentally trip over a rope barrier and nearly take out a very important-looking tour group. Mortified. I mumbled an apology in a language I'm pretty sure doesn’t exist, then scuttled away, red-faced.
Afternoon: Head to the Grand Bazaar. Oh. My. God. The COLORS! The smells! The sheer volume of… stuff. It’s sensory overload in the best possible way. I’m terrible at haggling. Absolutely abysmal. But I try! I point, I gesture wildly, I deploy what I think is a persuasive tone. I get completely fleeced every time, but, on the plus side, I now own three ridiculously ornate Turkish teacups and a rug that's probably worth a month's rent. And I wouldn't trade them for the world.
Almost Evening: The near disaster. I stumble upon a rooftop restaurant with a panoramic view. Perfect spot to wind down the day. And it was. Until one of the little kitten's that roam free in Istanbul decided my shoes were the perfect scratching post. I almost screamed, but I had to maintain my composure. I mean, this place is posh! Then, a rogue gust of wind almost blows my cocktail into the Bosporus. Managed to save it, but my composure, and my ability to see clearly for the next couple hours, disappeared.
Evening: Retreat to the terrace. The view is even better at night. The city twinkling below, the distant sounds of music and chatter… it's pure bliss. Sit out there for hours, sipping Turkish coffee (learned my lesson after the spicy soup) and just breathing. For the first time, I feel a sense of calm. This city… it’s a lot. But it's also incredibly beautiful.
Day 3: Bosporus Cruise and a Love Affair with Baklava
Morning: Wake up feeling surprisingly refreshed. Must be the sheer luxury of the bed. Today, we conquer the Bosporus! Take a boat trip along the strait. The city looks even more stunning from the water. The mansions, the palaces, the mosques lining the shore… It feels like I’m in a movie. See dolphins! Seriously, dolphins! My inner child is screaming with joy. Took a bunch of terrible photos, naturally, but the memory is etched in my brain.
Afternoon: Explore the Spice Market. The aromas! Cinnamon, cloves, saffron… It’s like a hug for your nose. Sample some delicious Turkish delights. Accidentally eat far too many. Nearly buy a mountain of spices I’ll probably never use. Resist the urge (mostly).
Late Afternoon/Evening: The Baklava Revelation It’s officially happened. I've fallen, completely and utterly, head over heels in love with baklava. That perfect combination of flaky pastry, sweet syrup, and crunchy nuts… it's addictive. I spend the entire afternoon on a self-guided baklava tour. Trying every single shop, consuming enough calories to power a small nation. Each bite is a little piece of heaven. Find the perfect place. End up there for three hours, eating and just watching the world go by. I'm tempted to stay here forever. Pure, unadulterated joy. Buy about five kilograms. Hide it in my suitcase, which is definitely going to attract a swarm of ants. Totally worth it.
Day 4: Art, Architecture, And A Touch of Regret
Morning: Another cultural immersion. Explore the Topkapi Palace. I am absolutely floored by the opulence. Everything is so grand and historic. I take a few pictures, but realize they don't capture the scale. Even after so long, find a new level of beauty in this city. Stroll through the palace gardens. The air smells like roses. It's like stepping back in time, into another world.
Afternoon: Visit a local art gallery. I don't know much about art. But sometimes, you see something and feel it. Spend a long time looking at a bunch of abstract pieces. Some of them made me itch to create, others confused me. But they all made me think.
Late Afternoon/Evening: After a day of exploring the local culture, I did some shopping. Found a few things I really liked and ended up buying a few things for the people back home. Enjoyed a final dinner. The evening ends on a bit of a sour note with the realization that I’m going to have to leave this beautiful place.
Day 5: Departure (and the Sweet Sorrow of Leaving)
Morning: Last-minute packing. Try to squeeze everything into my suitcase. Fail miserably. Attempt to take some final photos from the terrace. Decide on a Turkish breakfast one last time. It was glorious.
Afternoon: Taxi to the airport. The driver is chatty, but I'm too preoccupied with the sadness of leaving to engage in real conversation. The drive, like the rest of my trip, is a blur.
Late Afternoon/Evening: Board the plane, ready to go home. I will certainly miss Grand Residence ^2 1 With Terrace, this place was amazing. Look out the window as the plane takes off, and watch the city lights fade. A lump forms in my throat. This trip was messier than I'd expected, definitely, but it was also the best kind of mess. It was genuine. It was flawed. It was me.
Until next time, İstanbul! And on my next trip, I swear, I’m bringing a bigger suitcase. And maybe a better haggling strategy. And a whole lot more baklava.
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Istanbul's Grand New Residence: Terrace Views & Troubles (Probably) FAQ!
Okay, so... what's the *deal* with these "Terrace Views?" Are they *really* as good as the brochure says? My expectations are...high. And I've been burned before. *Twice*.
Alright, let's be honest. Brochures are basically legal fiction, right? They're written by people whose job is to make peeling wallpaper look like "rustic charm." The Terrace Views... well, the *rendering* of them was breathtaking. Crystal clear Bosphorus, Hagia Sophia gleaming... made me want to weep (in a good way, normally!).
My first visit? Sun was setting, which *should* have been paradise. Instead, it was a battle against the wind that made my eyeballs dry out faster than a desert lizard. The brochure *failed* to mention the wind factor. The view *was* stunning, yes. But I could barely hold my phone up to take a picture without my fingers going numb. And the distant sound of seagulls...turned into a constant, nagging "mine mine mine!" that threatened to drive me insane.
But second time? Different story! Cloudless day, a gentle breeze...and I understood the hype. The sprawl of Istanbul, the minarets, the way the light hit the water... I almost forgot I was still wearing *those* uncomfortable shoes I bought at the Grand Bazaar. So, the takeaway? It *can* be amazing. But check the weather forecast. Seriously. Don't repeat my mistake. Pack layers. And maybe earplugs, for the seagulls.
Is it REALLY grand? 'Cause "grand" often translates to "overpriced" and/or "impersonal." Spill the tea, please.
Okay, "grand" is accurate. Like, you walk in and feel a tiny, slightly inadequate human. The lobby is bigger than my *apartment*. And the chandelier? I'm pretty sure it's made of solid diamonds (probably not, but it *felt* that way). Yes, it’s a bit OTT. Maybe even bordering on "trying too hard."
Impersonal? Potentially. Everyone's very polite, almost *too* polite. Like they're trained in some sort of hospitality robot academy. But then, I saw a frazzled-looking housekeeper frantically trying to fix a malfunctioning elevator, with a tear in her eye. It was a total "human" moment. Made me feel a bit less like a cog in the luxury machine.
Price? Let's just say I'm not currently considering a permanent move. Unless I win the lottery. Or marry a prince. Or both. (Look, a girl can dream, okay?)
Are there any decent restaurants nearby? Because all that luxury is great, but eventually, a person needs FOOD. And not just tiny, artfully arranged plates.
Food! YES! Crucial question. The *hotel* restaurants are, predictably, fancy and charge astronomical prices for things like "deconstructed hummus." Listen, sometimes a girl just wants a *proper* kebab.
Nearby... it's tricky. You're within walking distance (ish) of some tourist traps, and I fell for those ones. Once. Never again. Then there are some small, local places that are just *heaven*. You want to wander, get a little lost, find the hidden gems. That’s part of the Istanbul experience!
Don't expect Michelin stars *immediately* outside your door, I recommend exploring a little. Ask a local. (Be warned, they'll probably direct you to their aunt's place, which is often the best place!)
What about the service? Anything to rant about? Or is it all perfectly polished smiles and silent, efficient service? Spill the tea!
Okay, here's where things get...complicated. The service is, on the surface, impeccable. They practically anticipate your every need. Fresh towels magically appear. Your luggage is whisked away before you even *think* about it. It’s spooky, honestly. Almost like they’ve got cameras everywhere, and are judging you.
And then, the cracks start to show. I had… a minor issue. My room had a mysterious leak. Not like a *catastrophic* leak, but enough to make my stuff damp, and me a little stressed, naturally. Now, the immediate response was swift and apologetic. Promises, apologies, the whole shebang. But the *fix*? Well, let's just say it involved a frantic parade of plumbers wielding wrenches, and a lot of very confused hotel staff. The end result? The leak was eventually dealt with. The memory? Priceless (in a slightly traumatic way).
So, generally? Excellent. But don't expect perfection. It's a real place, with real people, dealing with real problems. And occasionally, the roof might leak. It’s part of the charm, right? I swear, I'm not trying to be sarcastic here. It's just... life.
Is it family-friendly? Or is it all hushed tones and raised eyebrows if a child so much as *giggles*?
Okay, *family-friendly*. This is a question that depends entirely on your definition of "family-friendly." Do you have children who can sit perfectly still, speak only in whispers, and appreciate the finer things in life (like a meticulously arranged fruit platter?) Then, sure!
Real talk, it’s *tolerating* of families, might be a better description. They *have* a kids club, which, judging by the brochures, featured "educational activities" (aka: keeping them out of the main lobby). There were a few kids around. I caught them giving each other the side-eye during afternoon tea. Let's just say, rambunctious toddlers are probably best left at home.
On the plus side: they *did* seem to appreciate my loud laughter after I almost tripped over my own feet near the giant crystal chandelier. So… maybe that's a good sign?
Anything else I should know? Like, what unexpected horrors or hidden gems did *you* discover? Tell me everything!
Okay, the "unexpected horrors"…hmm… the gym. It’s incredibly well-equipped. *Too* well-equipped. So, you'll find yourself surrounded by chiseled physiques that make you question every life choice you’ve ever made. I spent twenty minutes in there, then swiftly retreated to the spa. Where I promptly fell asleep.
The hidden gem? The *baklava*. Seriously, the baklava at that little street stall two blocks away… absolute heaven. It was flaky, sweet, nutty… I may have eaten an entire tray. Don’t judge me. Istanbul demands baklava consumption.
ALSO: learn a few basic Turkish phrases. The attempt is appreciated (and often hilarious, for both parties). And prepare to be enchanted. Istanbul is a city that gets under your skin. Even with the wind, the seagullsWhere To Stay Now
