Diamond Hotel Mumbai: Unbelievable Luxury Awaits!
Diamond Hotel Mumbai: Unbelievable Luxury Awaits? Buckle Up, Buttercup! A Review (and Some Rants!)
Okay, so I just got back from the Diamond Hotel in Mumbai, and honestly, the experience was… interesting. The tagline, “Unbelievable Luxury Awaits!”… well, let’s just say my definition of “unbelievable” and the Diamond Hotel’s might be slightly askew. But hey, let's dive in. There's a lot to unpack, like a suitcase overflowing with stuff you didn’t realize you even packed.
First Impressions & Accessibility – Getting In, Staying In (and Praying You Don’t Fall!)
Right off the bat: Accessibility. HUGE plus for the Diamond. They seem to genuinely get it. Wheelchair accessible is marked all over the place, and actually seems to be true in practice, not just a checkbox on a website. Elevator access is plentiful, and the facilities for disabled guests are actually well-thought-out. Seeing that in India is something I'm not used to, I have to say. The front desk [24-hour] being helpful is a bonus when you're trying to find your room!
Getting Around: The hotel made it pretty easy, with Airport transfer, car park [on-site], and valet parking all available. It’s a lifesaver getting in to Mumbai, let me tell you. Traffic is a beast. A literal beast.
Now, Let's Talk Rooms (and My Near-Death Experience)
My room? Okay, so the air conditioning was blasting… like, arctic blast blasting. Thank God for the blackout curtains, because I was basically hibernating. Every room has free Wi-Fi – yippee, and a window that opens – which, thankfully, I could use to try and regulate the internal temperature.
One thing I REALLY appreciated was the additional toilet. Trust me. You'll understand. But here's the real story. The separate shower/bathtub situation? Beautiful. Luxurious even. BUT… I almost died in the bathtub. Seriously. I'm not kidding. I was getting out, soapy, feeling like a goddess, ready to conquer the world… and BANG. My foot shot out from under me. The tiling was so slick. I’m talking, ice-skating rink levels of slick. I flailed, clutching at the bathrobes (thank god for those!) and managed to save myself from a concussion. So, yes. Luxurious. But also, you know… death-trap-adjacent.
They did have a scale in the bathroom, so I guess I could see whether I had injured myself (which I did, thank you very much).
Food, Glorious Food (and the Restaurant I Want to Marry)
Alright, the food. This is where the Diamond Hotel really shines. Restaurants everywhere. And I think I gained five pounds. No regrets.
- The Good: Asian cuisine in restaurant was a MUST. Western cuisine in restaurant was a welcome change after a long day. The breakfast [buffet] was… epic. A glorious spread of everything you can imagine, from fresh fruit to made-to-order omelets. A la carte in restaurant also gave me options when I needed to control my portions.
- My Lover (The Coffee Shop): The coffee shop was my haven. I am absolutely addicted to coffee. And their coffee was divine. Like, seriously, I may have considered eloping with the barista. It was a perfect spot to relax with coffee/tea in restaurant.
- The Service: Room service [24-hour]? Yes, please! And the bottle of water they left every day was a lifesaver. Also, the daily housekeeping were always on top of things.
Relaxation Station (and the Mystery of the Missing Body Scrub)
So, relax. This is where the "Unbelievable Luxury" tagline really starts to kick in. They have EVERYTHING. Honestly.
- The Spa: Oh, the spa! Pure bliss. Massages that melt your cares away. The sauna? Perfect. Steamroom? Yes, please. Spa/sauna? All the stress came out. It was a total win.
- Fitness Fanatics: If you're the gym type, you're sorted. Fitness center, Gym/fitness, and a Pool with view? Hello, good looking.
- The Fails: I was promised a body scrub. I asked the concierge. I looked online. No Body scrub. No luck. Still a mystery to me.
Cleanliness & Safety: Keeping the Germs at Bay (and My Anxiety in Check!)
Post-COVID, safety is paramount, right? The Diamond Hotel seems to have taken this VERY seriously.
- The Good News: They're on it. Hand sanitizer everywhere. Daily disinfection in common areas. Staff trained in safety protocol. They clearly took this seriously, and it made me feel a lot more comfortable.
- The Tech: Anti-viral cleaning products confirmed. They also had sterilizing equipment, which did reassure me.
- Meals: Individually-wrapped food options and a safe dining setup. Excellent.
Services & Conveniences: The Things You Need (and Sometimes Don't)
The Diamond offers a laundry list of services.
- Essentials: Concierge: Amazing. Laundry service fantastic. Dry cleaning a huge win.
- The "What?!"s: Gift/souvenir shop: I'm not sure I needed it, but it was there.
- Business Stuff: They have tons of biz stuff. Business facilities, Meeting/banquet facilities, Meeting stationery, Projector/LED display, Seminars, Wi-Fi for special events and even a Xerox/fax in business center.
For the Kids & For Everyone Else (The Oddities)
- The Family Element: Babysitting service, Family/child friendly, Kids facilities, Kids meal. They really are trying to cater to everyone, which is pretty cool.
- The Random Stuff: A Shrine? Huh. Interesting. A smoking area? Okay, I guess.
The Bottom Line (and a Slightly Shaky Recommendation)
Look, the Diamond Hotel Mumbai is… a journey. It's a blend of utter luxury and slightly precarious situations. The food is incredible, the spa is heavenly, and they take safety seriously. The rooms are… well, make sure you tread carefully in the bathroom. It's definitely a hotel that aims for a premium experience and delivers, mostly.
Would I recommend it? Yes. With a few caveats. Pack your grippy socks (seriously), be prepared to be utterly stuffed with delicious food, and embrace the glorious chaos.
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But Remember: Pack your sense of adventure, your patience, and maybe some sturdy footwear. You'll need them.
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Alright, buckle up, buttercups! This isn't your sanitized, perfectly-curated Instagram travel inspo. This is ME in Mumbai, messy hair and all, trying to survive the Diamond Hotel (and maybe, just maybe enjoy myself). Here's the plan…or what I think is the plan, knowing my track record.
Day 1: Arrival & Sensory Overload (aka, the "Are You SURE This is the Right Hotel?" Day)
6:00 AM (ish) - Arrival at Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj International Airport: Ugh, the red-eye. I’m already regretting my life choices, particularly the one that brought me to a place 14 hours ahead of my biological clock. Airport smells…a mixture of diesel, curry, and something vaguely floral. I'm pretty sure that floral scent is coming from the floral arrangement in the arrivals hall which is a good start.
7:00 AM - Taxi to Diamond Hotel: Okay, first hurdle: bargaining with the taxi driver. My negotiating skills are rusty, and I'm pretty sure he just added a "tourist tax". Traffic is already MAD. Like, an organized chaos that makes me question everything I thought I knew about lane discipline. We swerve, we honk, we dodge cows (yes, really). Arrival at the Diamond Hotel, or at least what I hope is the Diamond Hotel. My phone's battery is already whimpering.
7:30 AM - Check-in & Initial Hotel Assessment: The lobby is…a lot. Crystal chandeliers, polished marble, and enough gold trim to make Liberace blush. I’m pretty sure a Bollywood movie was filmed there. I'm handed a welcome drink that tastes suspiciously like mango juice and disappointment. The room…well, it's clean. Thank God for that. But the air conditioning sounds like a dying jet engine. I'm already starting to sweat. Is that the humidity or pure, unadulterated anxiety?
8:00 AM - Breakfast Buffe Debacle: "Buffet" is a generous word. I navigated the chaos, piled my plate high with something that resembled breakfast (definitely some sort of bean and bread). The coffee tasted vaguely of burnt plastic. I watched a small child pick his nose and then touch the bread bowl. My appetite immediately vanished. I'm gonna need a serious coffee fix.
9:00 AM - Rest & Regret (or, Nap time!) The jetlag is hitting HARD. My eyelids are lead weights. I flop onto the bed, ignoring the persistent whirring of the AC, and try to grab a few precious hours of sleep before the day gets away from me.
1:00 PM (ish) - Lunch Search & Street Encounters: The hotel restaurant is overpriced and under-inspiring. Time to get out and find something REAL. I venture out (slightly less disoriented now, thank goodness) and immediately get completely and utterly lost. I stumble upon a street market. The smells! The colors! The noise! It's overwhelming, but also…amazing. I try some street food – a flaky, spicy samosa that almost brings tears to my eyes (in a good way). I get swarmed by kids begging. Guilt, and a new-found appreciation for every luxury in my life; and I have to make a choice between getting something for them and giving in to their pleas.
3:00 PM - Gateway To India & Coastal Stroll: FINALLY, a tourist spot. The Gateway of India is majestic, and I did my research on it. But what I didn't research was the sheer number of people trying to sell me something, take my picture, or just generally get in my way. The harbor is beautiful, though. I just enjoyed the ocean view. I watch the boats bob in the water. The air is thick with the smell of the sea and something else…fish, maybe? I definitely feel grateful for the moment. I make some mental notes of what to buy here.
5:00 PM - Back to the Hotel, Mental Breakdown: The tourist hustle is exhausting. I retreat back to the Diamond Hotel, mentally and physically drained. I need a shower, a stiff drink (or three), and a long, uninterrupted period of staring blankly at the wall.
7:00 PM - Dinner at Hotel (aka, the price-gouging continues): Reluctantly, I eat dinner at the hotel restaurant. I have nothing left. I have a bland thali and mentally calculate how much cheaper it would have been to order room service. Still, I make a joke to the waiter after, and it's nice to get a smile from him. I reflect on all of it, and I realize that I may have just gotten a little bit of the Mumbai vibe.
9:00 PM - Early night, because I might be dying. I go to bed. I have a dream of a large red dot.
Day 2: Culture Shock, Coffee Cravings, and Potential Meltdown
7:00 AM - Wake up (After 1 hour and a panic attack) and Coffee Mission: The jetlag is still kicking my butt. I have a serious caffeine deficiency. Breakfast is the same sorry affair as yesterday. I am not going to let it ruin my day this time. I go to the coffee shop. I will find a decent coffee, even if it kills me.
8:00 AM - Sightseeing at Elephanta Caves: I'm excited about these caves! The ferry ride is mildly terrifying, but hey, at least I'm on the ocean again. Elephanta Caves themselves are mind-blowing old temples. You can feel history. I take a photo. I have to remember to use the bathroom before I get there.
12:00 PM - Lunch and a Deep Dive: Lunch is at some sort of restaurant. I order the veggie options, in the hope of avoiding "Delhi Belly". The restaurant is beautiful, and I have to keep myself in check from taking pictures.
2:00 PM - Dhobi Ghat: The Laundry Spectacle: This is insane. Just…insane. One of the largest outdoor laundry services in the world. Hundreds of people, thousands of clothes. It's a chaotic, colorful, and unbelievably efficient work process. I buy a shirt.
4:00 PM - Chai Break & Street Scape: I NEED chai. Like, desperately. I find a little stall, the smells of tea and spice hit my face. Heaven. I sit on a small, wobbly stool and watch the world go by. This is what I'm here for.
5:00 PM - Shopping at Colaba Causeway: This is the moment. I'm ready to go with the flow and browse around the shops. This is where I'm going to learn how to haggle. I find a scarf I love. I haggle! I make a new friend. I get a souvenir.
7:00 PM - Dinner & Possible Self-Realization: I eat dinner. The food is good, and I get some time for reflection.
9:00 PM - Room Service & Netflix: I have the rest of the night to watch my shows.
Day 3: Departure & Existential Crisis (aka, "Did I Even Really Go to Mumbai?")
7:00 AM - Farewell Breakfast of Champions (I hope): I’m not eating that hotel breakfast again; I'm too scared.
8:00 AM - Last-Minute Souvenir Hunting: I need to buy something for my sister. I wander around a street market.
9:00 AM - Check Out & Airport Run: The airport is crazy, but I made it.
10:00 AM - All done. I'm going to go home.
Okay, that's the plan. Or, as I mentioned, my plan. It’s subject to change based on my mood, the weather, how many spicy curries I eat, and how many pigeons I accidentally offend. I might get spectacularly lost, experience moments of profound beauty, and probably cry at least once. But hey, that's travel, right? Wish me luck…I'm gonna need it.
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