Johannesburg's Hidden Gem: Le Petit Fillan - You HAVE to See This!
Johannesburg's Hidden Gem: Le Petit Fillan - You HAVE to See This!
Le Petit Fillan: Johannesburg's Secret Oasis (and Why You NEED to Know About It!) - A Messy, Honest Review
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because I'm about to spill the tea (and probably some wine - this review is gonna be that kind of long) on Le Petit Fillan. This isn't your sterile, corporate hotel review. This is raw, real, and probably a little chaotic, just like my brain after a week of Johannesburg traffic. But trust me, you need to hear about this place. This isn't just a hotel; it's an experience.
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First Impressions (and the slightly bumpy start):
Finding Le Petit Fillan is an adventure in itself, nestled away in a quiet, leafy suburb – a world away from the city's hustle. Getting there… well, my GPS really tested my patience. Let's just say I took a few unnecessary detours. (Note to self: download offline maps next time!). But the moment I pulled up, a sense of calm washed over me. Valet parking - yes please! (More on the gloriously free car park later. And, the little things!).
Accessibility (Because, Let's Be Honest, It Matters):
Alright, accessibility. Important stuff. Le Petit Fillan seems to be taking this seriously. I didn't require a wheelchair, but I did notice elevators, ramps, and the general layout seemed thoughtfully designed. This isn't just lip service; it feels like they get it. Wheelchair accessible? Check. Facilities for disabled guests? Check. This already scores points in my book.
The Room: My Sanctuary (and My Temporary Mess Zone)
I opted for a room with… well, practically everything. Air conditioning? Absolutely. Free Wi-Fi? Oh, yes (and it worked flawlessly - a small miracle!). Internet access – wireless and Internet access – LAN were available. (Because even on a break, sometimes you gotta work). But the real stars of the show? The extra long bed, the blackout curtains (bliss!), and the bathrobes – because who doesn't love lounging around in a bathrobe all day? Seriously, the mini bar was well-stocked, so a mid-day treat was always available (although, I'm pretty sure I ate all the chocolates). I can't forget the complimentary tea and kettle, that made my mornings.
The room was clean, spotless, rooms sanitized between stays – I'm a bit of a germaphobe, so it’s always a relief. Room sanitization opt-out available. The soundproofing was fantastic (bliss), so even with the occasional Johannesburg hum, I slept like a baby. It was also non-smoking, but there was a smoking area… for those so inclined. Oh, and the window that opens! I swear, it's the little things.
But, real talk? My room quickly devolved into a glorious mess of clothes, books, and half-eaten snacks. My own personal war zone, I guess. The daily housekeeping was a Godsend.
Food, Glorious Food (and My Stomach's Journey):
Okay, let's talk food. The breakfast [buffet] was legendary. Seriously, it was a feat. Asian breakfast, Western breakfast – you name it, they had it. I may or may not have made several trips to the buffet in restaurant, because self-control is clearly not my superpower. The coffee shop was a welcome sight every morning. The a la carte in restaurant & buffet in restaurant were on point. I would recommend you check out the Asian cuisine in restaurant.
The restaurants themselves were a treat. The poolside bar? Perfect for a sundowner. They had coffee/tea in restaurant, which was great. The desserts in restaurant? Don't get me started. My jeans are still recovering. Even the snack bar was surprisingly good. Alternative meal arrangement were available. If you are looking for options, Le Petit Fillan has you covered.
Spa Sensations (I nearly floated away):
This is where Le Petit Fillan truly shines. The spa is… well, it's an experience. The massage literally melted away my stress. The Body scrub left my skin feeling like a baby’s bottom. I spent what felt like an entire day in the Spa/sauna. The steamroom was heavenly. The Pool with view… is what dreams are made of. I could have stayed in the swimming pool [outdoor] all day, gazing at the sky. The Foot bath was surprisingly relaxing! The Body wrap was a bit weird… feeling like a burrito for an hour, but afterwards, I felt fantastic. The Fitness center was available; I admit I avoided it.
Relaxation & Activities (or, My Definition of Relaxation):
Beyond the spa, there's a lot to do (or, not do, which is more my style). They have a gorgeous swimming pool, perfect for a dip. Finding ways to relax was not a problem.
Cleanliness and Safety (Important in These Times):
Le Petit Fillan seems to be taking hygiene seriously. They had Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, Hand sanitizer everywhere. I noticed Physical distancing of at least 1 meter being practiced, and the staff were trained in safety protocol. Rooms sanitized between stays, Sanitized kitchen and tableware items. I felt safe and secure. I'm happy they had Hot water linen and laundry washing. They had Hygiene certification. They were well prepared. I'm even more happier they had First aid kit.
Services and Conveniences (The Little Things That Make a Difference):
Le Petit Fillan thought of everything. Concierge service was on point. Laundry service and Dry cleaning were available. They even have a Convenience store. They had Luggage storage, which was handy. The Car park [free of charge] was fantastic, and the car park [on-site] was super convenient.
For the Kids (I didn't bring any, but I saw some happy ones):
They have Babysitting service and Kids meal options. Plus, general Family/child friendly atmosphere.
Getting Around (Because Johannesburg is a City of Distances):
Airport transfer was available – a lifesaver after a long flight. Taxi service was easy to arrange.
The Little Quirks (What Makes It Memorable):
- The little welcome note on arrival, made me feel special.
- The staff -- friendly, efficient, and always smiling (even when I probably looked like a hot mess).
- The overall vibe of the place - it's luxurious, but not stuffy. Relaxed, and welcoming.
The “Meh” Bits (Because No Place is Perfect):
- Some of the decor is a little… well, let's call it "classic." (Think: a touch of floral wallpaper).
- I did have a minor issue with the internet cutting out once or twice (gasp!), but it was quickly resolved.
Final Verdict (and My Overly Emotional Reaction):
Look, if you're looking for a place to escape, to recharge, to just breathe… Le Petit Fillan is it. It's a haven. It's an experience. It's, frankly, a bloody brilliant place. I'm already plotting my return. This is a seriously good hotel, and you need to see this! I'm telling you, run, don't walk. Book it. Now. You can thank me later.
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into a Johannesburg adventure that's less "polished brochure" and more "slightly-chaotic-but-beautiful-mess." This isn't going to be perfect, promise. And honestly? That's half the fun.
The Fillan Fiasco: A Joburg Romp (with a sprinkle of "Oh dear, what have I gotten myself into?")
Day 1: Arrival & the First Sigh of Relief (followed by mild panic)
- Morning (ish): Land at OR Tambo. The plan? Seamless transfer to Le Petit Fillan, a supposed oasis of tranquility. Reality? Well, first, the baggage carousel decided a game of hide-and-seek was the perfect welcome. Ten minutes of staring daggers at the conveyor belt, then – finally! – my suitcase. Already a winning start. The transfer itself? Smooth, thankfully, with a driver who, bless him, didn’t judge my immediate need for a Pretzel and a large, cold water. He chatted about the traffic, how it was worse than ever - felt a little like I was already in it.
- Afternoon: Arrive at Le Petit Fillan. Honestly, it is rather lovely. That initial sigh of relief was REAL. The little pool looks inviting, the bougainvillea is absurdly vibrant, and the staff? Delightfully friendly. Check-in was a breeze, apart from me forgetting my pen – rookie mistake. My room is… okay. Comfy bed, a view that’s technically "garden" despite the occasional glimpse of a fence. I’m already plotting an escape to the pool.
- Evening: Dinner at the hotel restaurant. Ordered the Chicken Curry. It was… good. A little bland, maybe, but I was too exhausted to complain. The wine, however, was excellent. I think I finished half the bottle before I even realized it. Sat outside, watching the stars – a proper, proper South African sky, filled with them. Feeling a little homesick and a LOT jetlagged. Early night, I think. (Famous last words, right?)
Day 2: Digging Deeper (and possibly getting lost)
- Morning: Breakfast! The buffet had an array of options. The coffee… needed more life. But the pastries? Oh, sweet, flaky, delicious pastries. Spent a ridiculous amount of time staring at the eggs, lost in a existential conversation about whether to have scrambled or poached. (Scrambled won, for the record.)
- Mid-morning: A visit to the Apartheid Museum. I say "visit," but that's selling it way short. It's a soul-crushing, heart-wrenching, and absolutely essential experience. The weight of it… it just hits you. I spent hours wandering the exhibits, and I still feel like I barely scratched the surface. The stories… the photographs… the sheer injustice… I had to sit down, and I cried. Proper, ugly-cry tears. It was a powerful, humbling day. I left feeling changed, exhausted, and with a newfound respect for the strength of the human spirit.
- Afternoon: Post-Museum needed a dose of light. I ended up in a little coffee shop nearby, nursing a cappuccino and watching the world go by. And people-watching in Joburg is an art form, let me tell you! Had a chat with the barista, who gave me a surprisingly enthusiastic recommendation for a local restaurant. Made a note to venture there tomorrow.
- Evening: I’m not gonna lie, I was still a little overwhelmed by the Museum. I stayed in, ate some of the snacks from the hotel shop (because, hey, travel life) and watched a terrible rom-com on TV. Comfort food for the soul.
Day 3: Soweto Sunshine & Samosa Bliss (and a near-miss bus incident)
- Morning: Organized tour of Soweto. Got up at the butt-crack of dawn for this, and wow, was it worth it. The vibrant colors of the houses, the energy of the people. The tour? Excellent. The guide was passionate, and the stories he told… again, humbling. We visited Mandela House (feeling the history seep in) and had lunch at a local restaurant. The food was incredible.
- Afternoon: This is where things get interesting. Decided to try and catch a local bus back to the hotel. (I'm a "get amongst it" kind of traveller, you see. Famous last words, again.) The bus was… well, it was an experience. Packed like sardines, the windows were open (thankfully, it was hot), and the music was blasting. There was… a near-miss with a taxi, which sent me into a silent panic. We got off the bus, and I felt a little wobbly, but, I was safe.
- Evening: I recovered by eating the BEST SAMOSAS IN THE WORLD at a tiny, hole-in-the-wall place near the hotel. They were spicy, crispy, and bursting with flavour. The owner, a tiny woman with a smile that could light up Johannesburg, told me the samosas were made from family recipe that's been passed down for three generations. I took a nap immediately thereafter because I had eaten so many.
Day 4: Art, Adventure, and a Touch of Existential Dread
- Morning: Explored the Maboneng Precinct. This is where the city really kicks into gear, with its creativity. There are art galleries, independent boutiques, and vibrant street murals. I spent a good hour at the Arts on Main, just watching artists at work. The energy is infectious.
- Afternoon: Risked another adventure and visited a massive shopping mall to hunt for souvenirs. It was huge, a little overwhelming (seriously, they have everything), and ultimately, I came away with a t-shirt and a fridge magnet. Progress!
- Evening: Sat on my balcony with bottle of wine, looking at the city - this time, not feeling so overwhelmed at all. The city, the smells, the sounds, and the people. Decided I'm actually falling in love with this place.
- Post-Evening: The evening ended in a delicious meal, and a late-night phone call to my mum.
Day 5: Farewell (… For now?)
- Morning: A final, leisurely breakfast at Le Petit Fillan. Squeezed in one last dip in the pool. I feel a little sad to be leaving, but also incredibly grateful for the experiences.
- Afternoon: Farewell to the hotel. Airport transfer, more Pretzel, board the plane, and back to the real world. The city is a vibrant, complex beauty. (I swear I might come back one day)
- Evening: It was a long flight. I'm exhausted, but my heart is full. And I'm already day-dreaming about those samosas.
The End (… for this trip, anyway.)
So there you have it! My Joburg adventure. It wasn’t perfect, it wasn't always easy, and it certainly wasn't always pretty. But it was real. And in the end, that's all that matters. Now, to plan my next trip… and maybe, just maybe, learn to pack a decent pen.
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Le Petit Fillan: Johannesburg's Secret Jewel - You HAVE To See This! (But Seriously...)
Okay, Okay, What *IS* Le Petit Fillan Exactly?
Alright, buckle up. Imagine stumbling upon a tiny, ridiculously charming slice of France – right in the heart of Jozi. That’s Le Petit Fillan. It's a French bistro, a cafe, a bakery, a vibe, all rolled into one glorious, slightly-ramshackle package.
Think crooked tables, mismatched chairs, the smell of fresh bread that'll make you weak at the knees, and the sound of happy chatter... mostly in French, even though you’re definitely in South Africa. It’s pure, unadulterated escapism.
Where is This Magical Unicorn Located? And Is Parking a Nightmare?
Ah, the location. Ah, the parking. Okay, so Le Petit Fillan is tucked away in... well, let's just say it's *slightly* off the beaten path. I’m deliberately being vague, because part of the charm (and the protection from hordes of tourists!) is its low-key profile. You'll have to do a *tiny* bit of sleuthing. Google Maps is your friend, but don’t blame me if you get lost. It adds to the adventure, right?
Parking? Okay, here's the honest truth: it *can* be. Sometimes you're lucky, snagging a spot right outside. Other times… well, be prepared to circle the block a few times. But hey, think of it as a pre-meal workout! (Though, honestly, after indulging in their pastries... you'll need it.)
Seriously, Is the Food Worth the Hunt? Because I’m Already Hungry.
WORTH IT. A thousand times, YES! I’m not exaggerating when I say Le Petit Fillan has some of the best croissants I've ever eaten. In my *life*. Golden, flaky, buttery perfection. They melt in your mouth and… and… I need to stop thinking about them or I'll grab my keys right now!
They have amazing French classics – quiches, croque monsieurs, soups that'll warm your soul on a chilly Jozi day. And the pastries! Oh, the pastries… macarons that actually *taste* like something, not just sugar bombs. Cakes that are works of art. Just… go. Take your money. Be prepared to spend it. You won’t regret it.
What About the Coffee? Because Bad Coffee Can Ruin Everything.
Look, I’m a coffee snob. A real one. And the coffee at Le Petit Fillan? It's… good. Not world-class, mind you, but damn good. Think strong, flavourful, and a perfect accompaniment to those aforementioned croissants. Plus, the cafe au lait is served in these cute, vintage bowls, which instantly makes it taste better, right? (Don't judge me.)
Is It Kid-Friendly? Because I Have Tiny Humans.
Hmm… "kid-friendly." Let's say it's *tolerable*. The vibe is definitely more "relaxed Parisian bistro" than "Chuck E. Cheese." There's no dedicated play area, and the tables are fairly close together. On the one hand, my toddler, who apparently sees every surface as a canvas for crayon masterpieces, would probably struggle. On the other hand, the pastries *could* potentially buy you a solid 20 minutes of peace. So, it’s a gamble. Bring wipes. And patience.
Okay, Let's Talk Service. Is It a Pleasant Experience or a French Attitude Festival?
This is where things get… interesting. The service at Le Petit Fillan is, shall we say, "authentic." It’s not always the fastest, and sometimes you might feel like you're interrupting a private conversation. They *are* French, after all. But honestly? I find it charming. Mostly. They're passionate about their food, and you can *feel* it. They make you feel like you're part of something… special. Almost like you’ve been transported to a little corner of Paris, and that's a rare joy in Jozi.
One time, I was sat there with a friend, and we waited FOREVER for our order. They were clearly *busy*. And I was getting impatient, slightly hangry. But then, the owner, this lovely (if slightly chaotic) woman, came over, apologized profusely, and comped our desserts. We were instantly charmed! It's the kind of place where mistakes happen, but the genuine effort to make it right, that makes all the difference. It’s part of the experience. Embrace it. Try to learn some basic French before you go, it always helps.
Any Tips for the First-Timer? Spill the Secrets!
Okay, here's the insider scoop:
- Go early! The pastries sell out. Seriously. Don't be that person who misses out on the pain au chocolat.
- Be patient. Service can be a bit… leisurely. Don't be in a rush. Relax. Soak it in.
- Bring cash. Though they might take card, it's safer to be prepared. Just in case.
- Speak French. Even a little bit. "Bonjour," "Merci," "Un croissant, s'il vous plaît." It’ll be appreciated. It makes you feel like you are in Paris.
- Embrace the chaos. It’s part of the charm. If something goes wrong, laugh it off. You’re there for the experience, not just the food.
So, Should I Go? (Be Honest!)
YES! Absolutely, unequivocally, YES! It's not just a meal; it's an experience. It’s a tiny escape from the everyday. It'Rhodes Dream Getaway: Anthi Maria Beach Apartments Await!
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