Humaniti Hotel Montreal: Unbelievable Luxury You HAVE to See!
Humaniti Hotel Montreal: Okay, FINE, It's Pretty Damn Amazing (And Here's Why You NEED to Go!)
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because I'm about to gush (and maybe occasionally grumble) about the Humaniti Hotel in Montreal. The hype? Yeah, it’s real. Prepare for a blend of "Wow, I'm fancy!" and "Ugh, I really overate at that breakfast buffet." So, let's dive in, shall we?
Accessibility: Pretty Good, Actually!
Let's start with the nitty-gritty: Accessibility. The good news is, Humaniti seems to really care. They list "Facilities for disabled guests," and my research online shows a decent amount of accessible rooms. The elevator is, of course, a must and readily available. They’ve got your back with “CCTV in common areas” and “CCTV outside property,” which, frankly, is just reassuring. Though, I’m always a bit twitchy about CCTV; it's that "Big Brother" vibe, ya know? Still, practical.
The Eats (and Drinks!) - Where the Real Magic Happens… or Doesn't, Sometimes!
Okay, food. This is where things get interesting. They've got restaurants, several of them, praise be! And a bar. Poolside bar, even! (More on that later…) The good news is, there's a HUGE buffet at breakfast, seriously a vast buffet. I mean, Breakfast [buffet], Asian breakfast, Western breakfast, the works. If you're a morning person, and a food glutton like myself, you're in heaven.
- Anecdote time: I once tried everything on the buffet. Everything. I practically waddled back to my room, regretting my life choices, yet utterly satisfied. The pastries? Forget about it. The fruit? Divine. The Asian breakfast options were a particular delight. And the coffee? Honestly, after the third cup, I couldn't tell you the difference between regular and rocket fuel – but I was awake.
There's also a la carte, because, well, you can't eat from a buffet forever. Room service [24-hour] – a lifesaver after a long day of exploring. They also boast Vegetarian restaurant and some Asian cuisine, if you're into that. They even list Happy Hour! (I may or may not have taken full advantage of that one, several days running.)
Important note: Accessibility is huge in restaurants. They should have accessible options, but confirm with the hotel before you book.
And the pool… Oh, the Pool… (and the Spa!)
Now, for the serious stuff. The Swimming pool [outdoor] is glorious. Absolutely glorious. And, get this, a Pool with a view! Imagine: you, a cocktail, and a stunning view of Montreal. Pure bliss.
I’m a sucker for a good spa, and Humaniti delivers. They tout a Spa/sauna, Steamroom and a Sauna! Then there's the Fitness center! I looked at it. Once. Okay, maybe twice. I was planning to go. But let’s be real, after that buffet, I was more inclined to relax. They also have a Body scrub and Body wrap, but I was already too relaxed from the pool's view.
Cleanliness & Safety - Because, You Know, The World…
We're living in the era of “sanitize everything,” right? Humaniti gets it. They list things like:
- Anti-viral cleaning products. Good.
- Daily disinfection in common areas. Excellent.
- Hand sanitizer. Everywhere! (And frankly, after the buffet binge, I needed a lot of it. Don’t judge!)
- Physical distancing of at least 1 meter. Trying to maintain it.
- Rooms sanitized between stays. Awesome.
- Sanitized kitchen and tableware items. Vital!
- Staff trained in safety protocol. Essential!
This all gives you a sense of security. It felt genuinely safe to me, even during the height of… yeah, you know.
The Rooms: Your Personal Oasis (Probably)
Okay, room time. And whoa. First impressions? Luxurious. Like, ridiculously luxurious. The Air conditioning is a godsend, especially during a Montreal summer. They're also Non-smoking rooms, thank goodness. They've got Blackout curtains, so you could sleep through a meteor if you wanted.
You know that feeling of, "Oh, I need to quickly check my work email”? Well, they have Laptop workspace, what a relief! The big things: Air conditioning, Bathrobes, Bathtub, Bathrobes, Blackout curtains, Coffee/tea maker, Desk, Extra long bed, Hair dryer, High floor, In-room safe box, Linens, Mini bar, Non-smoking, Private bathroom, Reading light, Refrigerator, Satellite/cable channels, Seating area, Separate shower/bathtub, Shower, Slippers, Soundproofing, Telephone, Toiletries, Towels, Wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free], Window that opens, Additional toilet.
I'm telling you, I even had an Additional toilet in my room and was completely dumbstruck that I had one.
Services and Conveniences: They Thought of EVERYTHING (Almost)
Concierge is your best friend. Use them! They're amazing. They can arrange Airport transfer, food delivery, excursions, and more.
And, this is where the mess starts: They have a Convenience store. Which is handy.
- Impression: Why? Who needs a convenience store in the hotel? I mean, it’s a hotel! But hey, maybe I was just in a mood.
The hotel also boasts: Doorman, Dry cleaning, Elevator, Facilities for disabled guests, Food delivery, Gift/souvenir shop, Indoor venue for special events, Ironing service, Laundry service, Luggage storage, Meeting/banquet facilities, On-site event hosting, Projector/LED display, Safety deposit boxes, Terrace, Taxi service, Valet parking.
For the Kids: (And the Kid in You)
Babysitting service, Family/child friendly, and Kids meal! But, honestly, I didn't have kids with me.
The Rest: The Random Bits and Bobs
- Internet: They have it! And it’s Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! YES! There's also Internet access-Wireless, Internet access – LAN, and Wi-Fi in public areas.
- Getting Around: Car park [free of charge] is always a bonus. Plus, they have Car park [on-site] and a Taxi service.
- Important Security Features: CCTV in common areas, CCTV outside property, Fire extinguisher, Front desk [24-hour], Security [24-hour], Smoke alarms, Smoke detector. All good.
My Honest, Rambling Verdict:
Humaniti is, in a word, impressive. It’s luxurious. It's stylish. The pool view? Unforgettable. The buffet? Potentially life-altering (in a "I need to walk for a week" kind of way). The service? Generally top-notch. The accessibility? Way better than most. The rooms? You'll never want to leave.
But, it's not perfect. There were a couple of hiccups (the convenience store, the slightly slow room service coffee). But overall? It's an amazing experience.
My Quirk: The Elevator
I always judge a hotel by its elevator. And Humaniti gets a plus! The elevators are fast, efficient, and clean.
The Emotional Reaction:
I felt pampered. I felt relaxed. I felt slightly guilty for indulging so much from the buffet. I felt like I’d been transported to a different world, for at least a few glorious days.
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Humaniti Hotel Montreal: A Montreal Mashup (aka, My Brain on Poutine & Panic)
Day 1: Arrival, Awe & the Accidental Bagel Bonanza
- 1:00 PM - Arrival, Check-In… and sheer, unadulterated relief. Okay, let’s be real, getting to the hotel was a saga. My flight was delayed (naturally), my luggage smelled vaguely of something suspicious (probably cheese), and I nearly choked on my own gum trying to navigate the Montreal metro. But, voilà, I'm in the gorgeous, minimalist lobby of the Humaniti. It's all sleek lines and calming light. I feel… instantly better.
- 1:30 PM - Room Reveal & the Existential Crisis of the Perfect Pillow. The room is… wow. Floor-to-ceiling windows, a view that makes me want to weep (in a good way), and… a pillow menu? Seriously? I stared at the options for a solid five minutes, questioning all my life choices. Did I choose the right one? Am I even a pillow person? Finally, I went with the memory foam number and immediately fell into a blissful, sleep-deprived coma for ten minutes. Success! (Or was it?)
- 3:00 PM - The Stroll That Went Sideways: Old Montreal's Charm & a Crumby Situation. Alright, energized (kinda) by my nap, I decided to embrace the city. Old Montreal! Cobblestone streets, horse-drawn carriages, the works. It was gorgeous, truly. Until I got distracted by a street performer with a surprisingly charismatic accordion and nearly walked into a lamppost. Then, bless my heart, I stumbled upon a bagel shop. St. Viateur Bagel, I think? The line was terrifyingly long, but the smell… it was a siren's call. I emerged, victorious, with six warm bagels, which I promptly devoured in a five-minute frenzy, leaving crumbs everywhere. In my defense, they were that good. A truly messy, but delicious start.
- 6:00 PM - Dinner Disaster (But Seriously, Delicious): Okay, "disaster" is a strong word. But I had a vision. I wanted a fancy, authentic Montreal experience. So I booked a reservation at this swanky place, Maison Boulud. The ambiance was stunning: white tablecloths, hushed conversations, a sense of profound sophistication. I felt… under-dressed. I ordered something with duck confit, because, why not. It was DIVINE. Truly, it was on par with my bagel experience. But, in my post-bagel, pre-wine haze, I accidentally spilled an entire glass of red wine – all over the pristine white tablecloth! Mortification. The staff were incredibly gracious (bless them), but the memory haunts me. I may need therapy.
- 8:00 PM - The Rooftop Realization: Views, Reflections, and the Sweet, Sweet Taste of Regret (and Maybe a Cocktail). Back at the hotel, I decided to hit the rooftop bar to soak in the city views and maybe, just maybe, rinse away the red wine trauma. The view was breathtaking. The cocktails were… potent. I sat there, contemplating my life choices, the spilled wine, the devoured bagels, and that questionable pillow selection. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt so simultaneously at peace and utterly, completely embarrassed. But, hell, the city lights were twinkling, and I was alive. And, who am I kidding? I ordered another cocktail.
Day 2: Churches, Cheese & the (Potential) Death of My Credit Card
- 9:00 AM - Breakfast in Bed (and Instant Gratification): The hotel's breakfast is supposed to be amazing, but honestly? I'm still recovering from the wine spill. So, room service! A simple croissant, some fruit, and the best, most potent coffee known to woman.
- 10:00 AM - Holy Smokes! The Basilica's Beauty & My Moment of Zen (or Lack Thereof). Basilica Notre-Dame! Everyone raves about it, and they are right, holy smokes! The stained glass, the sheer grandeur… it's breathtaking. I tried to be all contemplative and spiritual, but I kept getting distracted by a group of giggling teenagers and the fact that my shoes were squeaking. Still, a beautiful place to wander through.
- 12:00 PM – Cheese, Glorious Cheese. Jean Talon Market & a Literal Bellyful! Okay, this. THIS is what Montreal is all about. Jean Talon Market! Cheese stalls, meat stalls, overflowing baskets of produce, the scent of a million delicious things hanging in the air. I went full cheese-aholic. Brie, cheddar, some kind of pungent, stinky thing that made my eyes water… I think it may have been a Camembert? I bought ALL of it. I ate half of it on the spot. My wallet, I fear, is weeping. I may need to live on ramen noodles for the rest of the trip. Worth it. Absolutely worth it.
- 2:00 PM - A (Failed) Attempt at Culture: The Montreal Museum of Fine Arts (and My Aversion to Art). I tried to be cultured. I really did. The Montreal Museum of Fine Arts. The art was… well, it was art. I walked around, furrowing my brow, trying to look intelligent. After about an hour, my art-appreciating skills ran dry. I spent more time people-watching (a true art form, in my opinion) than actually looking at the art. Oops. I may be a philistine.
- 4:00 PM – Poutine Panic! (The Search for the Perfect Fries) OKAY, the poutine hunt begins. I'm not entirely sold on finding the "perfect" poutine, but I am sold on trying as many as possible. I went to a place called La Banquise, because the internet told me I had to. The line was long, the gravy was… well, it was gravy. The fries, however, were perfection. The cheese curds squeaked! A culinary revelation. This, ladies and gentlemen, is why we travel.
- 7:00 PM - The Hotel's Humanitarium, or "Where Did I Leave My Sanity?" I should probably use the pool and sauna at some point, but I'm too busy deciding whether to try the vegan burger at the hotel’s restaurant.
Day 3: Check-Out & Lingering Montreal Melancholy (and a Promise to Return!)
- 9:00 AM – Another Room Service Intervention: My last chance to fuel up before my flight! I order the exact same breakfast as yesterday (because consistency, baby).
- 11:00 AM - Farewell, Montreal! (Until next time!) Check-out was smooth, thankfully. As I walked out of the Humaniti, I turned back for one last look. Montreal, you were a glorious, messy, poutine-fueled whirlwind. I've spilled wine, devoured bagels, and questioned my very existence. And I loved every minute.
- 12:00 PM - The Airport Dash, the Airport Blues: The flight back was (thankfully) uneventful.
- The Aftermath, aka, the Reflections: As I stare at my suitcase of half-eaten cheese and crumbs, I realize this trip was less about perfection, and more about embracing the chaos. The imperfections, the unexpected moments, the food comas… that's where the real magic lies. Montreal, you beautiful, slightly insane city, I'll be back. And next time? I’m bringing a bigger suitcase for the cheese. And maybe a bib.
Humaniti Hotel Montreal: Your Burning Questions (and My Slightly Unhinged Opinions) Answered!
Okay, so you're thinking about the Humaniti Hotel? Prepare yourself, because it's… an experience. Think of it as a fancy, shiny chameleon that wants to be a spaceship. Let's dive in before I start ranting about the tiny shampoo bottles AGAIN. Here's the lowdown, with a healthy dose of my own personal baggage:
Is Humaniti REALLY as luxurious as everyone says?
Look, let's be honest. "Luxury" is a subjective beast. Remember that time you thought that half-eaten bag of potato chips in the back of the car was a luxury snack? Yeah, me too. Humaniti *attempts* luxury. There's definitely a "wow" factor. The lobby? Immaculate. Smells like a ridiculously expensive candle (which probably *is* a ridiculously expensive candle, knowing them). The rooms are spacious, usually. The marble in the bathroom practically *gleams*. But… and this is a big BUT… there's a certain… plastic-y perfection to it all. Like, it feels a little *too* perfect, you know? Like it’s been designed by robots. I want a bit of… *humanity* in my Humaniti, dammit!
What are the rooms REALLY like? (Beyond the marketing photos!)
Okay, the rooms are where things get… complicated. I’ve stayed in a few different room types (because, apparently, I have a problem). Some are absolutely breathtaking, sprawling, with floor-to-ceiling windows that make you feel like you're floating above the city. Honestly, the view from the upper floors is stunning. (That’s a definite GOOD thing). Then there's the… *small* things. The tiny shampoo bottles. The slightly finicky lighting controls (I spent a solid 10 minutes trying to turn off the bedside reading light once. Seriously.). The occasional creak of the floorboards. And once, I kid you not, I found a SINGLE sock under the bed. MINE! That's my whole story, a single lost sock, that’s just a weird flex, Humaniti, a weird flex indeed. It broke the illusion, people! Purely my own weirdness and I’m ok with that.
Is the food any good? And what about the breakfast?!
Ah, the age-old question. The restaurants at Humaniti (there are a few) are trying *really* hard. They definitely have the ambiance down pat. Dim lighting, sleek design, the works. The food? It’s… consistently *good*. Not mind-blowing, life-altering amazing, but definitely satisfying. Think elevated comfort food with a touch of…fancy. The breakfast, however, is where things get truly interesting. It *can* be amazing. Fresh pastries, delicious coffee, perfectly poached eggs… when they *get* it right. But, OH GOD, when they don’t… I once waited 45 minutes for a cold omelet. Forty-five minutes! I was about to stage a protest! I ate it anyway, because I was starving and didn’t want to cause a scene. So, breakfast: it’s a gamble. Prepare yourself. Bring a snack. Seriously.
What's the deal with the hotel's amenities? (Pool? Gym? Spa?)
They *do* have amenities. A pool. A gym that looks very… modern (and that I've only peeked into because… exercise is the enemy). And a spa that I haven't personally experienced (I'm more of a "sit in my room and eat chips" kind of person). I’ve heard the pool is lovely, though. And the gym is probably well-equipped if you’re into that sort of thing. The Spa... well, I am going to assume its good, at those prices, it had better be. Just… don't expect a rustic, cozy vibe. It's all gleaming surfaces and crisp lines. Perfect for some… or maybe a bit intimidating for others. Again, it all comes down to personal preference. I’m not sure *I* could deal with the perfection!
Is it worth the price tag? (Be honest!)
Okay, here's the brutally honest truth… it’s EXPENSIVE. Like, "stomach-churning price tag" expensive. Is it worth it? That's the million-dollar question, isn't it? For a *special occasion*? Maybe. For a splurge? Possibly. If you like feeling pampered and don't mind the occasional tiny shampoo bottle debacle? Probably. If you’re on a tight budget… definitely not. I'd say it's a "treat yourself" kind of place. Just prepare to be slightly judged when you order a coffee. That’s what they charged me for a tiny cup of black coffee, and I was *shocked*. I mean, come on. Coffee is important.
What was the MOST memorable thing about your experience at Humaniti?
Alright, this is it. The highlight. The thing that sticks with me. It wasn't the view (though, as I said, the view is stunning). It wasn't the fancy shower (though, yes, the shower pressure is excellent). It was a single interaction with a cleaning person. I was having a particularly bad morning. Everything was going wrong. I'd spilled coffee on myself, I'd lost my room key, and I was generally in a foul mood. I was in the hallway, fumbling with my phone, when a cleaning person, a lovely woman with the kindest eyes, walked past. She smiled. "Tough day?" she asked. I mumbled something about everything being awful. And she just… *smiled*. "It happens," she said. "Tomorrow will be better." And then she went about her business. It was the simplest thing, yet it completely changed my perspective. It reminded me, amid all the shiny luxury and the perfect facade, that there were still real people, with real empathy, working there. That little exchange, that tiny moment of human connection was, frankly, worth more than anything else that the hotel had to offer. It wasn't the most *luxurious* thing, but it was certainly the most *memorable*. And, honestly, that's what I’ll remember.
Would you go back?
Hmm… probably. If someone else is paying. Or maybe for a special occasion. Or if they promise to up the coffee game at breakfast. It's… it's complicated. Look, I love the idea of luxury. I love the *idea* of being pampered. And Humaniti does a decentBest Stay Blogspot
