Amsterdam's BEST Kept Secret? This Hotel Will SHOCK You!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into Amsterdam's "BEST Kept Secret" and, frankly, I'm still picking my jaw up off the floor. This isn’t just a hotel, folks. It's… something else. And I'm going to try my dang best to tell you if that's a GOOD "something else" or a "run screaming for the tulips" something else. Let's get messy. Let’s get real. Let’s get… Amsterdam-ed. (Please note: "BEST Kept Secret" isn't the actual name of the hotel – I'm treating it as a placeholder for this review.)
First Impressions: Accessibility, the Elevator, and the Elusive Front Desk (and maybe an existential crisis)
Alright, let's rip the band-aid off and talk about the nitty-gritty. Accessibility is, to put it mildly, a mixed bag. The website says they have facilities for disabled guests, but let's face it, those words can mean anything from “we have a ramp” to “we think there’s a lift somewhere.” I didn't personally assess the wheelchair accessibility, but I strongly suggest calling ahead and grilling them. In the list above, it's crucial they have the features they claim. As for the Elevator, well, it's there. I'll give it that. It's a tiny, slow, slightly claustrophobic box that somehow manages to reach all the floors. Bring a good book. Or, you know, a stiff drink. Speaking of, the Front Desk… Now that was an adventure. Finding it was like a treasure hunt. Signage? Minimal. Helpful staff guiding you in? Nope. More like… "Good luck, traveler!" Eventually, I stumbled upon it, relieved and feeling as if I'd conquered Mount Everest. Maybe this is part of the secret… a test of your will? A rite of passage?
The Room: From "Cozy" to "Contained" (and Wi-Fi Freedom!)
Okay, ROOMS! Let's talk! My room was… "compact." Let's go with that. Definitely designed for someone traveling light – or, preferably, with absolutely nothing. The Air Conditioning was a godsend, though. Thank GOD for the AC. As for the Internet Access – LAN… Well, I didn’t have a LAN cable handy. The Internet access – wireless (Wi-Fi [free]) was glorious, and available everywhere. THANK GOD. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! – this is the most important point – because, lets be honest, it is crucial to my mental wellbeing. Air conditioning is also key - and it was a relief after a long day on the canal, it took the edge off. Also, did I mention the Blackout Curtains? They were essential. The fact that Socket near the bed was thoughtfully integrated into the design was perfect. Additional toilet? Not in my room. But, hey, maybe I got the “cozy” package.
The Spa (and the Mystery of the Vanishing Robe)
Now, this is where things got… interesting. They have a Spa! With a Pool with view! And a Sauna, a Steamroom, and a Massage. I was IN. I’d been walking all over Amsterdam. My feet were screaming. My back was begging for mercy. First, the Body Scrub. I booked this in advance because, honestly? I needed to get all the grit of Amsterdam off. The lady doing my scrub was efficient, but the room? Minimal. Think… a generously sized closet with a shower and a scrub table. Not exactly a luxurious spa experience. But it worked. My skin felt amazing. Then came the Massage. Bliss. Pure, unadulterated bliss. Then, the robe. Gone. Vanished. Poof! Apparently, someone had “borrowed” the fluffy, luxurious robe I’d been given. So, I wandered back to my room, post-massage, wrapped in a slightly damp towel. But, hey, a little imperfection makes the experience memorable, right? This is life!
(Anecdote Alert: I spent a good ten minutes searching for said missing robe, looking for it in a cupboard that didn't even exist.)
Dining, Drinking, and Questionable Dessert Decisions
Let's talk food and beverages. Restaurants? Yes, plural! They have a Bar! and a Coffee Shop! and a Poolside bar! The Breakfast [buffet] was a solid affair, a classic Western breakfast. A Buffet in Restaurant with a wide array, and something for everyone. The Coffee/tea in restaurant was plentiful. The Desserts in restaurant… I’m going to be brutally honest here: questionable. I opted for something that looked like a brownie. What arrived was a dense, slightly stale, chocolate-flavored… thing. I tried to eat it, but I threw in the towel. But the Bar was fantastic. Great cocktails, a good selection of local beers, and a lively atmosphere. They do a mean Happy hour! They also have Room service [24-hour], which is brilliant after a night of exploration.
Cleanliness and Safety: Sanitizing… A Little Too Much?
Okay, COVID times. I get it. They were SERIOUS about cleanliness. They had Anti-viral cleaning products that smelled like a hospital (in a good way, I think?). Daily disinfection in common areas. Rooms sanitized between stays. You name it, they were doing it. Hand sanitizer at every turn. Staff trained in safety protocol. I felt… safe. Almost too safe. I felt like I was living in a sterilization chamber. (Room sanitization opt-out available - THANK GOD.)
(Quirky Observation: I swear, the lobby plants were getting regular sanitizing baths. You could practically hear them sighing with relief.)
Things To Do: A Mix of Options
Things to do? Well, Amsterdam is at your doorstep, this hotel, let's be honest, wasn't the main event. But inside the hotel, they had some options. They've got a Gym/fitness. They have a Fitness center and a Sauna and a Steamroom. If you want to stay in and not get lost trying to find it.
Services and Conveniences: Good and Bad
They do have a Concierge. Daily housekeeping was efficient. The Elevator was present. Dry cleaning and Laundry service were life-savers. But I was left feeling like some services were understaffed but that could be COVID times - and, also, part of the charm. Still, the Safety/security features made me feel safe.
Getting Around: Easy Breezy
This hotel has a Car park [on-site] and even a Bicycle parking area! Airport transfer is available, and they have Taxi service. I felt no stress during checkout when leaving.
For the Kids: Mixed Bag
Babysitting service? Check! Family/child friendly? Seems so. Kids meal? I didn't see one, but I'm sure they could whip something up.
Overall: The Verdict – Shockingly Good (with a Few Asterisks)
So, would I recommend this “BEST Kept Secret?” Yes. Absolutely. I did have a few small imperfections, so I'm not going to lie, a few things were slightly off. But, the atmosphere, the convenience, the staff (despite the front desk adventure), and the general vibe were delightful. It's not a flawless experience, but it’s real. It’s got character. It’s got that “Amsterdam-ness” that you come here for. Despite the few hiccups, they are still able to provide a superb overall experience. The Cleanliness and safety gives me confidence. It also has Free internet access which is key in my books!
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Escape to Heaven: Klosterpost Hotel's German Getaway Awaits!
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because planning this Amsterdam trip has been a goddamn journey, and not the fun kind that involves windmills and tulips (though, spoilers: those are involved). We're talking the kind of journey that starts with a frantic text to my friend Sarah about flights, involves me accidentally ordering a Dutch phrasebook (I'm not even going to attempt Dutch), and ends with me staring glassy-eyed at a map, praying I haven't completely screwed this up.
My Amsterdam Adventure: A Messy, Honest, and Probably Slightly Humiliated Itinerary
Day 1: Arrival & Amsterdam North - Where's the Dam Thing?
- Morning (Okay, technically AFTERNOON): Landed at Schiphol Airport. Smooth-ish, mostly because I pre-booked the direct train to Amsterdam Centraal. Success! Then, the lovely little snag: I was supposed to be at the Holiday Inn Express Amsterdam - North Riverside. North. Seems I was a little overly enthusiastic in anticipating the canal-side views I saw in the brochure.
- Anecdote: The train was packed. Picture this: me, lugging a suitcase the size of a small car, and a backpack overflowing with "essentials" like six different kinds of lip balm and a travel-size emergency chocolate supply. I'm pretty sure I bumped into at least five people. Apologies, Amsterdam, I'm still learning the polite way to maneuver in public spaces. Finally, I found my way to the tram.
- Emotional Reaction: Briefly panicked, then embraced the chaos. The North side…it's got a charm, if by "charm" you mean "a bit removed from the heart of the city." But, hey, at least it's quiet, right? (Famous last words, I'm sure).
- Afternoon: Check-In & Mild Panic: Checked into the hotel. Perfectly functional, if a little…beige. The view from my room? Not quite the postcard-perfect canals I'd envisioned, but hey, a roof is a roof. Unpacked, then had a minor existential crisis fueled by jet lag and the sudden realization that I was, in fact, alone in a foreign country.
- Quirky Observation: The hotel room has surprisingly efficient blackout curtains. I might never see daylight again.
- Opinionated Language: The desk clerk was painfully perky. I get it, it's hospitality. But sometimes, just sometimes, I need a little sympathy, not sunshine.
- Evening: First Bites & Canal-Side Stroll (Attempted): Dragged myself out for dinner. Found a cute little Indonesian restaurant a short walk away. The food was delicious. The Indonesian guys at the shop were just as helpful with the direction. I went to canal-side stroll. I got lost. Seriously, Amsterdam, with your canals and your tiny streets! I ended up on the wrong side of the river, wandering semi-aimlessly.
- Messier Structure: Where was I? What was I doing? I remember some bridges. And bikes. So many bikes. Like, a bike-pocalypse. Also, trying (and failing) to remember which way the hotel was.
- Emotional Reaction: Mildly frustrated, mostly amused. I embraced the "lost tourist" vibe. At least the canals were pretty, even if I couldn't quite figure out which one I was on.
Day 2: Anne Frank House (Maybe), The Rijksmuseum (Definitely), and Stroopwafel Therapy
- Morning: Anne Frank House (The Great Ticket Fiasco): Okay, so I didn't book tickets for the Anne Frank House, because, apparently, you need to do that about a year in advance. Rookie mistake. So, Plan B: walk past the line of sad-looking tourists and feel a pang of shame. It was a reminder to book everything early.
- Opinionated Language: Okay, the whole ticket situation is ridiculous. I get it, it's popular. But maybe, just maybe, they could come up with a slightly more accessible system for the rest of us.
- Emotional Reaction: Disappointment followed by a healthy dose of "lesson learned." Next time, I'm starting my planning years in advance.
- Quirky observation: The queue to the Anne Frank House was long I could feel the crowd's silent judgment echoing through the narrow streets. A truly humbling experience.
- Afternoon: The Rijksmuseum - Art Overload!: Spent the afternoon at the Rijksmuseum. Amazing. Just…amazing. I saw the Night Watch. I stared at it. I took like a million pictures. I was lost in the colours. I'm not even a huge art person, but wow. Talk about a sensory experience!
- Doubling Down on a Single Experience: The Night Watch. Seriously. The scale, the detail…it's just breathtaking. I could have spent the entire day in that one room. I think I actually shed a tear. (Don't judge.)
- Opinionated Language: If you go to Amsterdam, you have to go to the Rijksmuseum. Seriously, it's a must. Even if art isn't your thing, the sheer power of it is undeniable.
- Anecdote: Got completely lost in the museum, ended up in a room full of porcelain dolls. I have no idea how I got there.
- Evening: Stroopwafel Therapy & Canal Cruise (Finally): After the emotional roller coaster of art, I needed carbs. Stroopwafels to the rescue! Found a shop with impossibly thin, crispy wafers filled with warm caramel. Pure heaven. Then, a canal cruise. Finally. This time with a better understanding of which canals were which.
- Messier Structure: The canal cruise was nice…mostly. The boat was crowded, and the guide was a little monotone. But the canals! The houses! The lights reflecting on the water! (I may have briefly fallen asleep.)
- Emotional Reaction: Blissful sugar rush followed by a wave of contentment. Amsterdam, you’re starting to win me over.
- Night: Dinner, Night exploration: After the cruise, I had dinner in another nice restaurant. I had a stroll around the streets with the lights.
Day 3: Windmills, Cheese, and Saying Goodbye (Sort Of…)
Morning: Zaanse Schans – Windmills & Wannabe Farmers: Took a day trip to Zaanse Schans, the famous windmill village. Windmills! Cheese! Clogs! The full Dutch experience. I even attempted to milk a pretend cow. (Don't ask.)
- Quirky Observation: The cheese. The smell of cheese. The sheer amount of cheese on display. Seriously, cheese heaven.
- Opinionated Language: The windmills are beautiful, but the whole thing is a little…touristy. Still, you have to see them. The cheese, though? Absolutely essential.
- Anecdote: I bought a pair of clogs. Don't worry, I won't be wearing them back home. (Probably.)
Afternoon: Cheese Tasting & Final Canalside Moments: Cheese tasting, because, cheese. Then, back to Amsterdam for a final wander around the canals. Watched the canals as the day set.
- Messier Structure: More canals, more bikes, more bridges. I started feeling a little bit more like I knew where I was going. Amsterdam, you were starting to get to me.
- Emotional Reaction: A bittersweet mix of sadness and contentment. Sad to leave, but happy to have experienced it. And already planning my return.
Evening (Departure): Said goodbye to the hotel, and headed to the airport. Back home.
Post-Trip Thoughts:
- I didn't eat nearly enough fries with mayo.
- I still can't speak Dutch.
- Amsterdam, you beautiful, messy, confusing, and utterly charming city. I'll be back. (With booked Anne Frank House tickets, I promise.)
Alright, alright… Spill the beans! What's the *actual* name of this "Secret" hotel? I'm already picturing a speakeasy…
Okay, okay, I get it. The suspense is killing you, isn’t it? (And honestly, it was killing me, too, before I actually BOOKED the damn place!) Let's just say, the name does NOT give away what's inside. I'm not gonna name names *directly*, because part of the fun (and agonizing anticipation) is the mystery. But let's just say, it's in a pretty central area, close to… well, let's just say all the good stuff Amsterdam has to offer. So, think canals, clogs, and… well, you'll see.
So, what's the *shocking* part? Is there a hidden dungeon? A talking parrot? You're scaring me!
Hidden dungeon? Nah. (Though… now that you mention it, a secret room wouldn't be entirely unwelcome after the experience... I NEED a space to scream at the art!) Talking parrot? Sadly, no. The shock, my friends, is… well, let's just say it's *experiential*. It’s the type of shock that makes you question your life choices, your sanity, and your ability to read online reviews properly. My first reaction? Intense confusion. Followed by a slow burn of… admiration? And finally, a resounding: "WHY didn't anyone warn me?!" It's all about the detail, folks. The *unconventional* detail.
Okay, detail me! Give me some examples of this "unconventional" stuff. I can handle it! (I hope…)
Alright, here we go. Prepare yourself. First, the art. Oh, the art. It's everywhere. And I mean *everywhere*. Like, "grandma's attic meets a very eccentric billionaire" everywhere. Think taxidermied peacocks, paintings that appear to shift before your eyes (I swear, I thought one was judging me), and… well, let's just say, a strong theme of… *vintage erotica*. Okay? Are we good? Seriously, make sure your mother isn't reading this.
And the room itself? Forget generic hotel rooms. This is like stepping into a fever dream designed by a very talented, very slightly mad, artist. My room had a clawfoot tub in the middle of the living room (with a strategically placed, surprisingly tasteful, painting of a nude, mind you), a bed draped in velvet (that, I'll admit, was *insanely* comfortable), and a chandelier that I swear looked like it was plotting my demise. It's overwhelming. It's chaotic. It's… unforgettable.
Is it… clean? Because, you know, vintage erotica plus clawfoot tub… alarm bells are ringing!
Okay, fair question. Cleanliness is paramount. And I give them credit – it WAS impeccably clean. I was seriously expecting dust bunnies of epic proportions. No such luck. The staff are meticulous. However, let's be honest, cleanliness can't solve everything. My brain still needed a therapist after the experience. So many unsettling details. The way the tap water tasted like… well, let's just say it tasted like the art. I'm rambling, aren't I? Basically, yes, clean. But brace yourself for an experience that might need a good scrub *after* the scrub.
What about the staff? Are they in on the madness? Are they all secretly auditioning for a Wes Anderson film?
The staff? Oh, they're part of the show. They're like the perfectly-cast supporting actors. They are friendly, helpful, and possess an air of… *knowing*. They're not phased by anything. They've seen it all. They probably *built* it all. They address you like you are a well-known friend. They have an extremely strong sense of humour. They are good at their job, I'll give them that.
Okay, the burning question: Would you recommend this place? And, more importantly, would *you* go back?
Ah, the million-dollar question! It's complicated. This hotel isn't for the faint of heart. If you like sterile, predictable experiences, RUN. But if you're looking for something truly, weirdly, wonderfully *different*? If you crave an adventure that will stick with you long after you've left Amsterdam? If you secretly love to be a little shocked? Then, YES, absolutely. I'd recommend it.
Would *I* go back?… Hmm. Okay, I'll level with you. My first instinct was to set the whole place on fire. After a week, and a lot of therapy, I'm starting to miss it. Maybe, just maybe, in a few years, when I've fully recovered from the experience, I'll go back. But this time, I'm bringing a bottle of something strong AND a therapist on speed dial. And this time, I'll be ready for whatever… *they* have planned.
Anything else you want to add? Any final words of advice?
Pack your most adventurous spirit. Leave your expectations at the door. And for the love of all that is holy, don't forget your camera. You'll want proof that you actually saw what you saw. Oh, and maybe pack a good book. You'll need something to take your mind off the vintage erotica… It's an experience. A messy, beautiful, slightly terrifying experience. Enjoy!
