Luxury Moscow Escape: Hotel RSVO Kashirskaya (Ex-MIRIT) - Unforgettable Stay
Luxury Moscow Escape: Hotel RSVO Kashirskaya (Ex-MIRIT) - Unforgettable Stay
Luxury Moscow Escape: Hotel RSVO Kashirskaya (Ex-MIRIT) - My Rollercoaster Stay (And the Wi-Fi Actually Worked!)
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because this review is gonna be as chaotic as a Moscow metro ride during rush hour. I just got back from a stay at the ex-MIRIT, now known as the cough… Hotel RSVO Kashirskaya. "Luxury" they said. Unforgettable? Well, let's just say I'll be remembering it.
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First Impressions: The Grand Entrance and the Glitchy Elevator
So, I booked this place hoping for some… well, luxury. You walk in, and right away woah, grand foyer, crystal chandeliers, the whole shebang. It's like stepping into a Bond villain's secret lair, minus the sharks (thankfully). Okay, I was impressed. Until I tried the elevator. This thing was older than my grandma's teapot, and it made noises that suggested it was about to plummet to the basement. Seriously, I held my breath with every ascent/descent. (Thank goodness for the elevator, though, with Facilities for disabled guests and Elevator)
Accessibility: A Mixed Bag (But Mostly Okay!)
Now, I'm not in a wheelchair myself, but I always look for accessibility features because, honestly, it's a big deal. They've got it, sort of. Wheelchair accessible is listed, and they do have ramps and… an elevator that works most of the time. The hallways seemed wide enough, and the Facilities for disabled guests are noted. I didn't use any specialized equipment, but it looked like they had a good start. Check with the hotel, though, to make sure they can accommodate your specific needs.
Room Sweet Room (And the Slightly Odd Smell)
My room? Decent. (See "Available in all rooms" section below for a list). Clean, well-appointed, with a High floor view that offered a nice perspective. Loved the Blackout curtains, always a plus! The Air conditioning worked, which was a LIFE SAVER. And – a major win folks – Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! (and it actually worked!). You can see that it had Internet access – wireless, Internet access – LAN, and the Internet itself! The only downside (and this is purely subjective, mind you) was a faint, almost floral scent in the room that reminded me of my great-aunt’s house. Not bad, just… present.
The Longest List – That's A Whole Lot of Stuff
Available in all rooms:
- Additional toilet
- Air conditioning
- Alarm clock
- Bathrobes
- Bathroom phone
- Bathtub
- Blackout curtains
- Carpeting
- 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
Things to Do (or Try To Do): The Spa, The Pool, and The Quest for Relaxation
Alright, let's talk about the fun stuff. The Spa. The Swimming pool. Ahem. Okay, the Indoor venue for special events was pretty cool. As per Spa/sauna, I wanted a Body wrap in the Spa. That was my jam. I was picturing myself, swathed in mud, drifting off to a world of bliss. Did that happen? Well, sort of. The spa was… busy. The Pool with view was awesome (maybe it was the vodka-soda talking!), but the pool itself was a bit chilly and not enough for me. The Gym/fitness was great.
Here's where things got a little… odd. I went for a Massage. The therapist did a good job, I have to admit, but I was convinced she was silently judging my life choices. And then, the sauna. The Sauna. I am not exactly sure why, but it was not what I expected because it seemed to be shared with a family of Russian grandmothers who were having some sort of loud, heated discussion about mayonnaise. Don’t get me wrong, I love my grandmas, but, wow! However, I did enjoy the experience, but it was probably the most memorable, in the most roundabout way.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: The Breakfast Buffet – A Culinary Adventure
The Restaurants at the hotel were… varied. The Breakfast [buffet] was an experience. Truly. The usual suspects were there: eggs, sausages, pastries, and the ever-present salad, (the Salad in restaurant) The Asian breakfast was decent as well. I would try it the next morning. I tried the A la carte in restaurant, later in the evening. And, you know what? The Happy hour at the Bar was excellent.
Dining, drinking, and snacking:
- A la carte in restaurant
- Alternative meal arrangement
- Asian breakfast
- Asian cuisine in restaurant
- Bar
- Bottle of water
- Breakfast [buffet]
- Breakfast service
- Buffet in restaurant
- Coffee/tea in restaurant
- Coffee shop
- Desserts in restaurant
- Happy hour
- International cuisine in restaurant
- Poolside bar
- Restaurants
- Room service [24-hour]
- Salad in restaurant
- Snack bar
- Soup in restaurant
- Vegetarian restaurant
- Western breakfast
- Western cuisine in restaurant
Cleanliness and Safety: Sanitizing to the Max! (Or So They Claim)
Let's talk safety. This is Moscow, after all, and they seem to take it seriously. The hotel had CCTV in common areas and CCTV outside property, which is reassuring. There was Security [24-hour] as well. The room had a Smoke detector, which I appreciated. The hotel advertises Anti-viral cleaning products and Daily disinfection in common areas. There was even a sign about Hygiene certification. The impression was that they were really trying to keep things clean. Although… I did see a maid use the same cloth to wipe down the toilet and the desk… I'm trying not to think about it too much.
Services and Conveniences: The Helpful and the… Not So Helpful
The service was, well, Russian. Sometimes attentive, sometimes MIA. The Concierge was helpful, but I felt like I was interrogating a secret agent half the time when asking questions.
Services and conveniences:
- Air conditioning in public area
- Audio-visual equipment for special events
- Business facilities
- Cash withdrawal
- Concierge
- Contactless check-in/out
- Convenience store
- Currency exchange
- Daily housekeeping
- Doorman
- Dry cleaning
- Elevator
- Essential condiments
- Facilities for disabled guests
- Food delivery
- Gift/souvenir shop
- Indoor venue for special events
- Invoice provided
- Ironing service
- Laundry service
- Luggage storage
- Meeting/banquet facilities
- Meetings
- Meeting stationery
- On-site event hosting
- Outdoor venue for special events
- Projector/LED display
- Safety deposit boxes
- Seminars
- Shrine
- Smoking area
- Terrace
- Wi-Fi for special events
- Xerox/fax in business center
The Bottom Line: Worth It?
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Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because this isn't your grandma's travel itinerary. This is my attempt at a Moscow adventure, centered around the Hotel RSVO Kashirskaya (sounds fancy, right? Let's see) with a detour via that MIRIT place – basically, a trainwreck waiting to happen, probably. Here goes…
MY MOSCOW MELTDOWN: A Mostly Unplanned Journey
Day 1: Arrival & Existential Dread (Kashirskaya – Ugh)
- Morning (because I'm trying to be responsible… sort of): Flight lands at… Sheremetyevo Airport. Okay, already overwhelmed by the Cyrillic. Immediately feel like a tourist sheep. My first existential crisis of the trip hits me in the baggage claim. Seriously, how can I possibly fit all these souvenirs? I'm going to end up looking like a pack mule hauling around a miniature Matryoshka doll for every single person I know!
- Afternoon: Metro Malaise & Hotel Horror (RSVO Kashirskaya): Getting to the hotel. The Metro is magnificent, they say; a feat of engineering, they say. I say, it's a concrete jungle filled with people who look at me like I've sprouted a second head. Found the right train, finally! But my luggage almost took out a poor babushka, who gave me such a stink eye. The RSVO Kashirskaya… well, it exists. Let's leave it at that. Checking in was… a test of patience and my nonexistent Russian. The room is clean, I guess. But the wallpaper? It looks like someone threw up floral patterns. Instantly feel melancholy.
- Evening: Dinner Disaster & Vodka Regret: Found a "traditional Russian restaurant" nearby. They served something called "Herring Under a Fur Coat." It was… interesting. And it's served with vodka. Big mistake. I made eye contact with a massive Russian dude, and he gestured for me to drink with him. It's still a big blur. I'm fairly sure I told him the meaning of life. Regretting that even now.
Day 2: Red Square Revelations (and a near miss)
- Morning: Red Square Rumble: Okay, wow. Red Square. It's… actually red? The sheer scale is mind-boggling. St. Basil's Cathedral is like something out of a fairy tale, but a slightly crazy one. Seriously, I spent a good fifteen minutes just gawking at the onion domes. I probably looked like the biggest tourist idiot in the world.
- Afternoon: Lenin & Lostness: Tried to see Lenin's Mausoleum. Huge line. Decided to wander the GUM department store instead. Wow, the opulence! The sheer expense! I'm pretty sure I saw a handbag that cost more than my car. Got hopelessly lost in the labyrinthine aisles. Spent a fortune on some chocolates to console myself. Then, in my usual brilliant fashion, I got separated from my group. Cue absolute panic. Finally, stumbled upon a café and ordered a coffee to calm down.
- Late Afternoon: The Bolshoi & Bumbling: Booked a ticket to the Bolshoi Theatre. It was such a magical experience, but before that, I tried to change in the public bathroom and I nearly got locked out. Talked to a nice looking old lady and she saved me. After that a lovely gentleman helped me and I made it to the opera just in time.
Day 3: MIRIT & Metro Mania (The Train's a-Callin')
- Morning: MIRIT Madness(A Train Misadventure): Okay, so I actually had to go to that MIRIT place, whatever it is. Apparently, for something related to my work. Now, this is where the wheels started to fall off. Train travel. It's a whole thing. I ended up on the wrong train, got off at the wrong station and looked like a frightened baby deer. Finally made it! This train was so hot, I was legitimately melting. Got yelled at for getting in a doorway.
- Afternoon: Back to the Metro: Survival Mode: Back in Moscow. The Metro at rush hour is like being squeezed through a human tube of toothpaste. I swear, I saw a man reading a whole book while standing. The efficiency is incredible, but the personal space? Non-existent. I accidentally bumped someone, mumbled "izvinite" (or so I hope), and was pretty sure I'd offended him and started an international incident.
- Evening: Pashmina Paranoia and Supper: Ordered a Pashmina on my way back to the hotel. The waiter was so nice. It was the most delicious dinner. A small win!
Day 4: Art, Ambition, and Airport Anxiety
- Morning: Tretyakov Treasure: Found the Tretyakov Gallery. Did some research and I came across some of the finest Russian art ever. It was amazing. I actually felt a little smarter after leaving.
- Afternoon: Packing Panic & Farewell Face-Plant: Packed my bag, which is now bulging, and my stomach is full of butterflies. Heading to the airport. Will I make it? Will I be arrested for something? Will I ever understand Russian bureaucracy? Who knows!
- Evening: Departure (hopefully): Airport chaos. Lines, paperwork, more existential angst. If I see a souvenir I like, I’m going to buy it, damn it all. One last, desperate attempt to understand the Cyrillic signs. Pray for me.
Postscript: Moscow, You Weird and Wonderful Beast
So, there you have it. My Moscow "adventure." It wasn't picture-perfect. It definitely wasn't smooth. But it was mine. I'm leaving a little confused, a little exhausted, and with a suitcase full of souvenirs I’m not sure how to justify. But I also feel like I lived. And maybe, just maybe, that's the best kind of trip. Now, please, someone, tell me the translation for "Where's the nearest passport office?" I have a feeling I'll need it.
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1. So, the name? Hotel RSVO Kashirskaya (Ex-MIRIT)… Is that like, a code word for "Expect Quirks"?
Oh honey, *quirks* would be a severe understatement. It's less “quirks” and more “a time capsule where someone forgot to set the dial to this century.” The "Ex-MIRIT" part is a clue. MIRIT? Sounds like some Soviet-era… thing. And well, the vibe kinda screams that. But look, I'm not a history buff, I just like a decent hotel room, and this place... *is* a room, in a hotel. So it is not perfect, but it’s something…
2. Alright, alright. Let's get into the *luxury* aspect. What's so… luxurious? They calling it "luxury"? Because...
"Luxury." Right. Okay. Let's unpack that. "Luxury," in this case, seems to mean a slightly larger room than a shipping container. And maybe... *maybe*... a slightly less-dusty chandelier. Let's be clear: I've seen more opulent bathrooms in gas stations. The "luxury" might be the *idea* of luxury, the *promise* of luxury. Maybe… the staff are working on the luxury. They are trying. And that's what matters, right? Sort of. Maybe? I don't know anymore. My expectations, or perhaps my standards, were *massively* adjusted. One thing: bring your own fancy soap. Seriously.
3. Okay, fine. Pretend I'm still considering it. What about the rooms themselves? What's the *vibe*? Besides, you know, "Soviet-Era Chic"?
Vibe? It's like… a faded postcard from a dream you barely remember. My room? Let's just say the floral wallpaper was… intense. Like, *really* intense. And the furniture? Solid. Like, you could survive a minor earthquake in that bed. I’m not saying it was *uncomfortable* but, let's just say it wasn’t exactly designed with ergonomic principles in mind. And the view… Oh, the view! Let me find a picture… (rums rummages through phone) Ah, here it is. Yep. That's a parking lot and a slightly rusty fence. Romantic, eh? I had to laugh, honestly. And the silence.. the absolute, eerie silence. You could hear a pin drop… if you could find a pin. It went on for so long the first night, I was certain a ghost had moved in. And that ghost probably had better taste in decor, to be honest.
4. Let's talk about the staff. Were they… helpful? Friendly? Or did they embody the stereotypical, stoic Russian demeanor?
Okay, *here's* where things get… interesting. There was a… *certain* level of formality. Think polite, but with a side of "don't bother me." The front desk lady? She had the kind of piercing stare that could curdle milk. But, here's the thing… when you cracked through the shell, they were *surprisingly* helpful. I had a minor… *situation* involving a malfunctioning hairdryer (more on that later), and they were surprisingly quick to sort it out. They didn't exactly *gush* with friendliness, but they did their job. And honestly, after a few days, I started to warm... to them. Slightly. It was almost like they were… testing me. See if I could handle the hotel and its… eccentricities. Which, apparently I could.
5. Okay, spill the tea! Malfunctioning hairdryer? What's the story there? This is what I'm here for!
(deep sigh) Alright, fine. The hairdryer. It was… a beast. Ancient, heavy, and it apparently believed in the concept of "high voltage" more than my hair did. I plugged it in, turned it on, and… ZZZZZZZZAP! A flash of light, a brief smell of burnt plastic, and the entire room went dark. I mean, *completely* dark. I stumbled around, bumping into furniture, screaming internally, and panicking because I couldn't see *anything*. It was a bit dramatic. I then got even more worried when it turned out the light switch *wasn't* the problem. The hairdryer… the damn hairdryer… was the issue! It might have been the fault of the machine but who knows. It was the scariest moment of my trip. I was like, “Am I going to die in this hotel room?” (Dramatic pause) Luckily, the staff was relatively quick. They sent up an engineer, who looked at the hairdryer like it was a particularly offensive piece of art. He muttered a few things in Russian, then, with a shrug, replaced the damn thing. The new one worked… mostly. And so… I lived to tell the tale. That's your story.
6. Food? Let's talk about the food. Is there a restaurant? Breakfast? What's the deal? And, please, no more stories that involve electrocution.
Yes, there *is* a restaurant. And yes, there *is* breakfast. Breakfast, however… is where things get even more… culturally enriching. Think: a buffet of things you *kind of* recognize, but with a certain… *je ne sais quoi*. Cold cuts that looked vaguely meat-like. Cheeses that may or may not have been cheese. And… I kid you not… something that resembled a cross between a sausage and a hockey puck. The coffee? Let's just say it was… "strong." I'm pretty sure it could strip paint. But honestly? After a few days, you kinda get used to it. You start to appreciate the… *authenticity* of the experience. Plus, the restaurant staff were pretty good! It was mostly good, they also try their best.
7. Okay, so… are you saying I should stay here? Seriously? After all of this?
Look, it's complicated. If you're after pristine perfection and Michelin-star dining, *absolutely not*. Run. Run fast. But… if you're looking for… an experience. A story. A chance to step back in time (with a slightly updated hairdryer), then maybe, just maybe... consider it. It's memorable, that's for sure. I left with stories. I left with a profound appreciation for modern technology (especially a working hairdryer). I left with, I think, a bit of… fondness. Maybe it's Stockholm Syndrome. Maybe it's just the sheer audacity of the place. But yeah… I kinda miss it. Maybe. Don't tell anyone I said that. Just…go in with your eyes wide open, your expectations low, and a healthy sense of humor. And for the love of all that is holy… check the electrical outlets. Just in case.
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