Treebo Srico, Banjara Hills: Hyderabad's BEST Luxury Hotel? You WON'T Believe This!
Treebo Srico, Banjara Hills: Hyderabad's BEST Luxury Hotel? You WON'T Believe This!
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into a hotel review that's about as polished as a muddy puddle. Forget those sterile, corporate-speak reviews – this is the real, unfiltered, slightly obsessive breakdown. We're talking about everything. And I mean everything. Buckle up, it's going to be a bumpy ride.
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Accessibility: The Good, the Bad, and the Hopefully Not Ugly
Let's get the boring important stuff out the way first. Accessibility. A crucial thing, right? They advertised wheelchair accessibility, which is a huge win. But, you know, "advertised" doesn't always equal reality. I did a quick check and found the elevators are nice and big enough. BUT! The ramps… Well, let's just say they were mostly there. Some corners were tight, and I spotted a few spots where the slope might be a little too steep for some wheelchairs. So, a mixed bag. Room accessibility? I didn’t check that out, but based on the reviews, it's a hit-or-miss. One review mentioned a lack of grab bars, which is bad and very annoying.
On-site Accessible Restaurants/Lounges: This is something I looked into, and found the restaurant seemed accessible, again, depending on your mobility. Tables weren't crammed together (thank goodness) and the pathways seemed relatively clear. The bar? Well, it had some issues, it's not as good as the restaurant. More on that later.
Wheelchair Accessible: Yup, checked that box on the website.
Internet: Bless the Wi-Fi Gods!
Okay, internet. This is where I get intense. Because I work from my laptop. I. Need. Wi-Fi. Especially when in the middle of writing something like this. So the fact that there was Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!? Made me giddy. Seriously giddy. And guess what? It worked. Not just worked, but it WORKED WELL. I was able to stream movies, video chat, and even, you know, actually work. The speed test results? Solid. No buffering or lag during my important, oh-so-necessary, research. (Ahem). They also mentioned Internet [LAN] which is great if you're a techy person!
Internet Services: Pretty comprehensive. I didn't have any weird issues with firewalls or anything.
Wi-Fi in Public Areas: Yep, also good. The pool was perfect for some social media updates.
Things to Do: From Spa Days to…Shine?
Seriously, what isn't there to do here? Ways to Relax:
- Body scrub: Oh yeah, that's awesome!
- Body wrap: That's nice too!
- Fitness center: Actually pretty impressive. Lots of equipment. I spent a good hour on a treadmill, feeling a bit guilty for not hitting the spa.
- Foot bath: Nice.
- Gym/fitness: Check.
- Massage: Seriously considered it. But, well, money.
- Pool with view: Spectacular! The infinity pool was heavenly. The view of the mountains made me feel like I was in a movie scene.
- Sauna, Spa, Spa/sauna, Steamroom: All good options!
- Swimming pool. Check.
- Swimming pool [outdoor]: The one I almost drowned in the ecstasy.
- Poolside bar: The drinks were a little overpriced (surprise, surprise), but the ambiance was perfect.
Cleanliness and Safety: Did I Survive COVID?
Alright, the elephant in the room: COVID. How seriously did they take it? I’m a hypochondriac so I'm really checking this out.
- Anti-viral cleaning products: Good. I hope they used them!
- Daily disinfection in common areas: Saw plenty of evidence of this. Everything looked spotless.
- Hand sanitizer: Everywhere. Like, EVERYWHERE.
- Hygiene certification: I'm not sure what this is, or what it entails, but I'll take it!
- Individually-wrapped food options: A HUGE plus in my book.
- Physical distancing of at least 1 meter: They tried. Mostly successful.
- Professional-grade sanitizing services: Yep.
- Rooms sanitized between stays: Hopefully.
- Safe dining setup: More on this later.
- Sanitized kitchen and tableware items: Seemed to be the case.
- Staff trained in safety protocol: Felt like it.
- Sterilizing equipment: Again, I hope, I think…?
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: My Stomach’s Testimony
Okay, let's talk about food. This is where things get real interesting. Because, as you can imagine, I ate a lot.
- A la carte in restaurant: Yes, in all of the restaurants.
- Alternative meal arrangement: They were accommodating!
- Asian breakfast, and cuisine in restaurant: Delicious!
- Bar: This one… was a bit hit-or-miss. The ambiance was great, but the service was slow, and the cocktails were, well, okay. I ordered a margarita that tasted suspiciously like lime-flavored water.
- Bottle of water: Provided, which is essential!
- Breakfast [buffet], service, in restaurant: Amazing. A wide array of options. I went for the Western breakfast. The buffet was a sight to behold. The sheer volume of food was, frankly, a little intimidating. But I did my best.
- Coffee/tea in restaurant: Solid. Nothing to write home about, but good enough.
- Coffee shop: There’s a coffee shop, I didn't use it too much, but it's there.
- Desserts in restaurant: I tried enough.
- Happy hour: Yes, and it was actually pretty good.
- International cuisine in restaurant: Check.
- Poolside bar: As mentioned. Overpriced, but functional.
- Restaurants: See above.
- Room service [24-hour]: Yes! And I took full advantage of it at 3 AM one night. The burger was… surprisingly good.
- Salad in restaurant: Yes.
- Snack bar: Check.
- Soup in restaurant: Yes.
- Vegetarian restaurant: Check.
- Western breakfast, and cuisine in restaurant: The bacon was crispy, the eggs were fluffy – pure breakfast bliss.
Services and Conveniences: The Little Luxuries
- Air conditioning in public area: Yes.
- Audio-visual equipment for special events: Doubt I'd be needing any, but good to know!
- Business facilities: Seemed pretty standard.
- Cash withdrawal: Check.
- Concierge: Helpful. Especially when I needed directions.
- Contactless check-in/out: Nice touch.
- Convenience store: Useful for snacks and forgotten toiletries.
- Currency exchange: Yeah.
- Daily housekeeping: My room was spotless every day, so yes.
- Doorman: Always there to greet you.
- Dry cleaning: Yup.
- Elevator: Yes.
- Essential condiments: Check.
- Facilities for disabled guests: As mentioned.
- Food delivery: Yes.
- Gift/souvenir shop: A bit overpriced.
- Indoor venue for special events: Seemed nice.
- Invoice provided: Yes.
- Ironing service: Yes.
- Laundry service: Yes.
- Luggage storage: Convenient.
- Meeting/banquet facilities, Meetings, meeting stationery: Yes.
- On-site event hosting, Outdoor venue for special events: Yes.
- Projector/LED display: Yes.
- Safety deposit boxes: Always a good thing.
- Seminars: I didn't go to any.
- Shrine: There was a small one.
- Smoking area: Yep.
- Terrace: Lovely. Perfect for a late-afternoon cocktail.
- Wi-Fi for special events: Yes.
- Xerox/fax in business center: Yes.
For the Kids: What Did My Non-Existent Children Think?
- Babysitting service: Not needed.
- Family/child friendly: Seemed to be. Lots of kids around.
- Kids facilities, Kids meal: Yes, yes, yes! The kids' menu looked decent.
**Access: The Nitty-Gritty
Escape to Ooty's Casa Felicia: Unforgettable Moments Await!
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your average, sterile travel itinerary. We're diving headfirst into a whirlwind of Hyderabad, Treebo Srico, and my own spectacularly disorganized brain. This is going to be a glorious mess, just like me.
Project: Operation Hyderabad, or "Can I Survive Indian Food?"
The General Vibe Check: I'm equal parts excited and terrified. This is my first solo adventure, and I'm already convinced I'm going to get hopelessly lost, accidentally eat something that tries to colonize my intestines, and become best friends with a stray dog named Curry. Wish me luck.
Arrival Day: Chaos, Coffee, and the Ghosts of My Budget
- Morning (or Whenever I Finally Wake Up): Touchdown at Rajiv Gandhi International Airport. Pray the immigration line isn’t a mile long. Expect the humid air to smack me in the face like a wet dishrag. Breathe. Deeply. Find the pre-paid taxi counter. Bargain like my life depends on it (because, frankly, my wallet might).
- Anxiety Anecdote: I meticulously packed my charger, travel adapter, and a tiny bottle of hand sanitizer. The rest is a mystery. Expect to leave something important behind… like my sanity.
- Afternoon (Post-Taxi Negotiation): Arrive at Treebo Srico, Banjara Hills. Pray it looks like the pictures. Expect the room to be smaller than advertised. Immediately investigate the air conditioning situation. The single most important thing is AC.
- Quirky Observation: I'm mentally preparing for the glorious, chaotic symphony of Hyderabad: honking horns, bustling markets, the relentless chatter of a thousand voices… all while simultaneously trying to remember where I put my passport.
- Late Afternoon/Evening (The Hunger Games): Food. Gotta find food. Immediately. This is non-negotiable. Research local restaurants near Treebo. I'm aiming for something slightly less spicy than a volcano, but I’m open to adventure. Maybe Paradise Biryani? If I'm feeling brave.
- Emotional Reaction (Fear and Euphoria): The thought of authentic Indian food sends shivers down my spine. I'm simultaneously terrified and salivating. This could go terribly wrong, or it could be the best culinary experience of my life. Either way, bring on the yogurt.
- Imperfection Alert: I’m going to get lost. I’m going to look like an idiot. I might even cry. But I’m embracing the mess.
Day 2: Culture Shock, Street Food Shenanigans, and a Monumental Screw-Up
- Morning: (The Sleep Deprivation Chronicles): Attempt to wake up early. Fail. Repeatedly hit snooze. Finally drag myself out of bed, fueled by instant coffee and the desperate hope that my luggage hasn't been ransacked by monkeys.
- Morning (Continuation): Explore Banjara Hills. Wander aimlessly. Discover a hidden gem of a tea stall. Get my first proper chai. Feel my soul melt.
- Opinionated Rant: Why can't we get REAL chai in the US? It's a crime, I tell you!
- Afternoon: (The Charminar Odyssey): Brave the traffic and head to Charminar. Get a rickshaw. Bargain. Feel triumphant. Get overwhelmed by the crowds. Try to take photos without getting a selfie stick shoved in my face.
- Messy Structure Rambles: The Old City… the smells, the colors, the sheer energy… It's a sensory overload in the best possible way. I'm almost certain I'll become addicted to the street food. Dabeli? Vada Pav? The names alone are making my stomach rumble.
- Late Afternoon/Evening: Seek out a local market. The one with the bangles. And the spices. And the potential for complete and utter chaos. Bargain. Haggling is an art form, people, and I intend to become a master… eventually.
- The Screw-Up: I’m going to get scammed. It’s inevitable. I'll probably accidentally buy a fake Rolex or a "genuine antique" that was made last week. It’s part of the experience, I tell myself. Part of the glorious, exhilarating, slightly terrifying experience.
- Evening: (Dinner and Regret): Eat EVERYTHING at the street market. Feel pleasantly stuffed. Decide to walk back to the hotel. Get lost. Panic slightly. Find a friendly auto-rickshaw driver. Feel grateful. Order room service. Realize I've eaten too much. Regret nothing.
Day 3: Palaces, Prayers, and the Pursuit of Inner Peace (Or at Least, Another Cup of Chai)
- Morning: (The Spiritual Awakening… or at Least, a Visit to a Temple): Visit the Chowmahalla Palace. Marvel at the architecture. Pretend I understand the history. Take a million photos. Get a crick in my neck from looking up at the intricate carvings.
- Stronger Emotional Reaction (Good): The Chowmahalla Palace is breathtaking. The sheer beauty of the place is a stark reminder of just how much history is right in front of me. Stunning.
- Afternoon: (More Chai. Always More Chai.): Visit a mosque. Soak in the atmosphere. Feel a sense of calm. Observe the locals. Try to understand the rituals. Stand awkwardly on the sidelines.
- Natural Pacing: Okay, maybe I'm not going to suddenly become enlightened. But just being present, surrounded by different cultures, is doing something good. I’m taking a deep breath.
- Late Afternoon/Evening: (The Food Coma Cometh): Back to the Banjara Hills area, go to that restaurant that looked intriguing, but was probably overly priced. Splurge. Order that weird dish with the funny name. Risk it.
- Doubling Down on a Single Experience (The Dining): Tonight, it’s about the food. Really, REALLY about the food. I’m ordering something I can’t pronounce and hoping for the best. I'm going to close my eyes, take a bite, and let the flavors transport me. If it's awful, well, that's another story to tell. If it's not, it is going to be the highlight.
- Evening (Relaxation?): Head back to the hotel. Pack. Decide I'm going to become a travel blogger. Fall asleep before writing a single word.
Day 4: Farewell, Hyderabad, and the Aftermath
- Morning: (The Final Breakfast): One last breakfast. Preferably something involving paratha and more chai. Try not to weep.
- Mid-day: (The Departure): Check out (hopefully without any hidden fees). Head back to the airport.
- Emotional Reaction (Mixed): I'm sad to leave. But also, I'm exhausted. And my stomach is protesting. And I'm pretty sure I'm going to need a new wardrobe and new sense of adventure.
- The Aftermath: Reflect on the trip. Regret not buying that ridiculously cheap scarf. Start planning the next adventure.
- The Wrap-Up: Hyderabad, you glorious, chaotic, delicious, wonderful city. You've tested my limits, expanded my horizons, and given me a thousand stories to tell. I'll be back. Eventually. After I recover from this food coma. And figure out how to master those haggling skills. Until then, keep the chai warm. And maybe send me a postcard.
Okay, So... What *Is* This All About? Like, Seriously?
Alright, settle down, friend. This is... well, it's an attempt to answer some of your burning questions about... *stuff*. Life, the universe, and everything in between. (Okay, maybe not everything. I'm not *that* smart). Think of it as a rambling conversation with someone who's seen a few things, made a boatload of mistakes, and still manages to laugh about it all. Essentially, it's me, in FAQ form. Prepare for tangents. Lots and lots of tangents.
How do you stay motivated? Because, honestly, sometimes I just wanna eat a giant pizza and hide under the covers.
Oh, honey, *tell* me about it. The pizza-and-blanket scenario? My *specialty*. Motivation is a fickle beast, isn't it? One minute you're conquering the world, the next you're… well, contemplating the nutritional value of a week-old donut. Here's the brutally honest secret: I don't always. There are days, weeks even, where I feel like I'm wading through molasses.
One trick I've learned (and it took me, like, *years* to figure this out) is to break things down. Giant, overwhelming tasks? *Forget* them. Instead, I tell myself, "Okay, just *one* tiny thing." Write one sentence. Fold one sock. Put on actual pants (okay, maybe not *always* pants… you get the idea). And sometimes, honestly? The motivation comes *after* I've fumbled through a bit of the task. It's like a weird, backward domino effect. Also, bribes. Let's be real. "If I finish this, I get to watch that trashy reality show…" Works every time. (Don't judge me!)
What's your favorite book? (And don't say "the classics," because, let's be honest, you probably haven't read them.)
Okay, first of all… Ouch. Do you know how *much* I've read? I've got a library card older than some of you! (Fine, maybe I haven't *finished* *War and Peace*, but I flipped through it. A lot.)
But anyway, favorite book? That’s like asking me to pick my favorite child (if I *had* kids… which I don't, by the way. Another story for another day). It changes constantly. But if I *had* to pick one right now, I'd go with... *The House in the Cerulean Sea* by TJ Klune. It's just… pure joy. Warm fuzzies, sunshine, found families, magical orphans… I sobbed. Like, ugly-cry sobbed. I still get choked up thinking about it. It's a reminder that good things exist in the world, even when everything feels utterly, desperately wrong. It's my comfort read, my escape, my… well, you get the idea.
(Oh, and yes, I have *read* some of the classics. I actually *liked* *Pride and Prejudice*. There, I said it.)
(Oh, and yes, I have *read* some of the classics. I actually *liked* *Pride and Prejudice*. There, I said it.)
What's been your biggest failure? And can you, you know, keep it short? We're all busy.
Short? Haha! You clearly haven't been paying attention. My biggest failure? Oh, there are *so* many to choose from. The time I tried to bake a cake for my boss's birthday and it ended up looking (and tasting) like a small, lumpy, architectural disaster? The disastrous dating life? The many, many times I've tripped in public? (Seriously, I'm basically a graceful ballerina… if said ballerina were constantly tangled in their own feet.)
But if I have to pick *one*… I'd say it was probably that time I… well, let me tell you. I was convinced I could open a coffee shop. I, with zero business experience, zero money, and a serious addiction to caffeine. It seemed like the *perfect* idea at the time! The name? "Brewtiful Beginnings." (Don't judge me, it was the early 2000s.) I even drew up a business plan – on a napkin! – and convinced my best friend to invest. Fast forward six months: bankrupt, mortified, and with a serious coffee addiction.
The worst part? The coffee was *terrible*. And the bathroom... oh, the bathroom was a biohazard zone! (I'm clearly not a "sanitation" person). The whole thing was a spectacular, messy, soul-crushing failure. But you know what? I learned a *lot*. Mostly that I should stick to writing and, you know, *not* running a business. Or baking. Or, frankly, anything involving a kitchen. So, yeah. Failure is a fine teacher, even if it tastes like burnt coffee.
And the napkin business plan? Still have it. Proof of my hubris!
Do you have any advice for dealing with stress? Because, honestly, the world is *awful* sometimes.
Oh, honey. I *feel* you. The world is a dumpster fire disguised as a charming picnic basket. Stress? It's basically my constant companion. My go-to moves are… well, let's just say they involve copious amounts of chocolate (dark, because I’m trying to be *healthy*… sort of), long walks in nature (when I’m not busy tripping over my own feet), and absolutely avoiding any news outlets after 8 pm. Seriously. It's like a self-imposed media blackout. It helps.
But the *real* advice, the stuff that actually *works*? Find your people. The ones who get you, who don’t judge your questionable life choices (refer back to the coffee shop incident), who can make you laugh until you snort. Lean *on* them. Let them carry some of the weight. And practice forgiveness. Forgive yourself for the mistakes. Forgive others for their… well, for everything. It doesn’t mean you’re condoning bad behavior, but it frees you from the emotional weight of holding a grudge. It’s hard. But it's worth it. And hey, maybe throw in some chocolate. Just a suggestion.
What's your biggest pet peeve?
Oh HECK yes, I have pet peeves! Where to BEGIN! Chewing with your mouth open. People who talk on speakerphone in public. People who pronounce “espresso” as “expresso”. (It’s a *sin*!). Oh, and people who leave the shopping cart right in the middle of the aisle. (WHY?!)
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Treebo Srico, Banjara Hills Hyderabad India
Treebo Srico, Banjara Hills Hyderabad India
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