Luxor Buenos Aires: Argentina's Most Luxurious Hotel? (You Won't Believe This!)
Luxor Buenos Aires: Argentina's Most Luxurious Hotel? (You Won't Believe This!)
Luxor Buenos Aires: Argentina's Most Luxurious Hotel? (You Won't Believe This!) - A Totally Honest Review (Brace Yourself!)
Okay, buckle up, buttercups. I'm back from a whirlwind trip to Buenos Aires, and I've got the dirt (and the diamonds, honey) on Luxor Buenos Aires. Argentina's supposedly most luxurious hotel. And, well… let's just say it was a journey. This isn’t your dry, corporate review. This is the real deal, warts and all, because, let’s be honest, luxury is never perfect, is it?
First Impressions (and a Panic Attack About the Elevator):
The Luxor? It's imposing. Think classic European grandeur meets a healthy dose of Argentinian flair. Marble abounds. Marble. And those chandeliers…oh, the chandeliers! They scream "money," and they do it loudly. The lobby's buzzing, a constant hum of chattering in a dozen languages. Check-in? Efficient, which is always a win. Now, the elevator…that's where the first chink in the armor appeared. Slow. Like, glacial slow. I'm talking, you could age a year waiting for the thing. (I may have considered taking the stairs to the 10th floor…and then remembered I brought luggage.) Note: Elevator accessibility. This is a good thing, but it had an odd metallic squeak sometimes.
Accessibility: Blessedly Present, but…
Right off the bat: Wheelchair accessible. Good! They seem to know their stuff on that front. This is HUGE in a city that can be a bit…challenging in that regard. They've clearly put effort in. I'm talking ramps, wide doorways, all the right stuff. But, and this is a big but (I'm a big fan of those!), I didn't see anyone using it. Which makes me wonder if the whole thing is a little lip-service-y. You know? Like, they made the accommodations, but did they actually think about how they'd be used? Just a thought.
My Room: A Sanctuary…With a Few Quirks:
Okay, the room. Stunning. Absolutely stunning. Think: Air conditioning that actually works (thank you, God!), High floor views that made me slightly dizzy (in a good way), and, yes, more marble. The bed? Heavenly. Extra long bed. I could have lived in that bed. Seriously. The blackout curtains were a LIFESAVER after those late nights of tango and Malbec. Bathrobes. Slippers. The whole shebang.
But, and there's always a "but," right? The internet. Wi-Fi [free] in all rooms is a total lifesaver, but the connection was, shall we say, variable. Sometimes blazing fast. Other times, I swear, I got better speeds by using a tin can and string. Internet access – wireless was a bit hit-or-miss. And the Internet access – LAN? Honestly, I didn’t even bother (who uses that anymore?).
Also, the damn alarm clock. That thing was a menace. I'm pretty sure it started chirping at 3 AM for no reason. And the window that opens? Well, it opened alright, just enough to let in the city’s glorious, noisy heartbeat. Which, depending on your mood, is either a blessing or a curse. I loved it. But don't be surprised if you want to throw a pillow at it in the middle of the night.
Amenities: Where the Luxor REALLY Shines (Mostly):
Let's dive into the good stuff. The spa. Oh, the spa! I treated myself to a massage. Pure bliss. They knew exactly what they were doing, kneading away all the tension from my transatlantic flight and the stress of deciding between steak or empanadas (tough life, I know). They have a sauna, steamroom, and a pool with view that'll make you go "wow." The Body scrub and body wrap options are tempting. I might have booked one if I wasn't so busy trying to eat every single Argentinian dessert.
The fitness center looked legit, but let's be honest, I was on vacation. I walked past it. (I'm not going to lie to you. It was hard. Really very hard.)
Swimming pool [outdoor] was gorgeous. Really, really gorgeous. But, and this is a small gripe, it felt a bit…underused? Like, they built this amazing oasis and then forgot to tell everyone about it.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: A Culinary Adventure (with Ups and Downs):
The food! Okay, here's where things get interesting. The Breakfast [buffet] was… massive. Breakfast service was on point too. Asian breakfast. Western breakfast. Everything you could possibly crave. Crepes. Eggs Benedict. A mountain of pastries that I may have single-handedly depleted. And the coffee? Strong. Like, "stay awake for the next twelve hours" strong.
Restaurants: Multiple! Restaurants! A la carte in restaurant, Buffet in restaurant, Asian cuisine in restaurant, International cuisine in restaurant, Vegetarian restaurant… You name it, they (probably) have it. The food quality? Generally excellent. The service? Buenos Aires excellent, which means charmingly chaotic at times. I had a truly divine steak at one of the restaurants. I mean, melt-in-your-mouth, utterly perfect.
But occasionally, things went awry. The room service [24-hour] was a godsend after a late night of tango dancing, but the burger I ordered at 3 AM was…well, let's just say it tasted better in my memory. The Poolside bar was a nice touch, but the cocktails were a bit pricey.
And, a minor, but important, detail: Coffee/tea in restaurant was a lifesaver. Those long days exploring the city and the tango nights were fueled by copious amounts of Argentinian coffee.
Safety and Cleanliness: Taking the Pandemic Seriously (Thank God!):
Okay, in these COVID times, this is crucial. I was genuinely impressed. Cleanliness and safety were clearly a priority. Hand sanitizer was everywhere. Staff trained in safety protocol. Daily disinfection in common areas. They were taking things seriously. I felt safe. Really safe. First aid kit. Doctor/nurse on call. It's reassuring!
Facilities for disabled guests was visible too. They are making a good effort to make it usable too.
Services and Conveniences: The Little Things Matter (And They Often Do):
The concierge? Absolutely brilliant. They sorted out everything from tango lessons to restaurant reservations. They really were fantastic. The laundry service was a lifesaver (after I spilled red wine on my favorite dress). Daily housekeeping kept the place spotless. Cash withdrawal on-site was handy.
I didn’t use the Babysitting service, but if you have kids, it's there. And the gift/souvenir shop was dangerous (I may have bought far too many empanadas). Meeting/banquet facilities exist, but I wasn't there for a corporate retreat, so I didn't explore those.
Getting Around: The Good, The Bad, and The Taxi:
Airport transfer was smooth. Taxi service is readily available. The car park [free of charge] is a bonus if you're driving (though honestly, navigating Buenos Aires traffic is a contact sport). They even have a Car power charging station which is thoughtful in such a big city.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax: Beyond the Walls of Luxury
Look, you're in Buenos Aires! Get out there and explore! But when you do want to relax? The Luxor is a great place to do it.
For the Kids:
Not much here as far as actual kids' facilities.
My Verdict: Worth the Hype? (Mostly!)
Luxor Buenos Aires is undeniably luxurious. It's got the glitz, the glamor, the impeccable service (mostly!), and the amenities to make you feel like you're living the high life. There are some quirks, some small imperfections. The elevator is slow. Sometimes the internet is spotty. But those are minor quibbles.
So, is it worth it? YES. Absolutely. If you're looking for a splurge, a treat-yourself experience, or a base from which to explore the magical city of Buenos Aires, the Luxor delivers. And that spa? Worth the price of admission alone.
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Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this itinerary for the Hotel HR Plaza Luxor in Buenos Aires is gonna be less "smooth sailing" and more "slightly-tipsy tango through a minefield of deliciousness and existential dread." Prepare for the REAL Buenos Aires experience.
Day 1: Arrival and an Avalanche of Empanadas (and Regret)
14:00 - Arrival at Ezeiza International Airport (EZE). Oh god, the airport. Honestly, the fluorescent lights alone are enough to induce a mini-panic attack. Finding the taxi and negotiating the price felt like a high-stakes poker game. I swear, I think I overpaid. But honestly, after 18 hours of travel, I was basically a drooling zombie. The driver, bless his heart, seemed used to it.
15:30 - Check-in at Hotel HR Plaza Luxor. The lobby is… grand. Heavy, dark wood, a chandelier that screams "Old Money," and a reception desk that looks like it's seen things… things that probably involve a lot of late-night tango and questionable decisions. The room? Okay. Slightly dated, the air conditioning sounds like a dying walrus, but hey, the bed looks comfy. Priorities, people.
16:30 - Empanada Reconnaissance Mission. Right, so, recommendations were DO NOT go to the tourist traps. Wander. Find the "real" Buenos Aires food. So I did. Found a tiny little place around the corner called "La Casa de Empanadas." God, the name doesn’t do it justice. It was a portal to food-based heaven. So. Many. Empanadas. Beef, chicken, ham and cheese. And the chimichurri? Forget about it. I ate six. SIX! I’m pretty sure I could barely breathe, but I also couldn’t stop. The waitress, a woman with eyes that had probably seen more than me, was just smiling and shaking her head. I think I may have made a fool of myself with the chimichurri. Didn’t speak enough Spanish to ask for a napkin.
18:00 - Wandering and Wondering. I spent what has to be just a short stroll around the neighborhood. My stomach was a symphony of joy and impending regret. This city… it’s loud, it’s chaotic, and it smells amazing (mostly from the grilling meat everywhere). I got lost, of course. Twice. But that's half the fun, right? I stumbled upon a beautiful park with vendors, and the people were alive and smiling. People were laughing; It was a world away from the airport.
20:00 - Attempted Tango Class. Right, this was the big one. The dream. The reason I even came to Buenos Aires. I signed up for a “beginner” tango class. “Beginner,” my foot. The instructor was a handsome man who could probably tango in his sleep. I, on the other hand, looked like a confused octopus on a trampoline. My feet were definitely not coordinated. I spent most of the time giggling and accidentally stepping on my partner's feet. He was very kind… and probably secretly judging me. Let's be honest, I was judging myself. Was the tango real? Was I meant to be here? Was this another bad decision? I think I needed more empanadas… Maybe.
22:00 - Bedtime (or possibly a post-tango snack). After a few hours of wandering, I found no more energy to do anything. I had a bad day, but I got the tango lesson behind me, and the empanada mission has been successful. So happy, and so tired. Probably some sleep.
Day 2: Culture Shock and Steak-Induced Bliss (and maybe a bit too much wine)
08:00 - Wake Up. Regret the Empanadas. Seriously, I think I’m still digesting.
09:00 - Breakfast at the Hotel. The breakfast buffet is… well, let's call it "functional." The coffee is strong enough to raise the dead, which is probably a good thing. The pastries… less so. Everything appears to be very sweet. It's Argentina, so obviously, there is bread.
10:00 - Exploring La Boca. Okay, the colorful houses are pretty. REALLY pretty. Super Instagram-able. But it's also tourist-central. I felt like I was part of a herd, shuffled along the cobblestone streets. I did get to see a couple of tango dancers, they were gorgeous, but it felt a little… performative.
12:00 - Lunch at a Parrilla (Steakhouse). This is the REAL reason I came to Argentina. I wanted steak. And I got it. At a place called "El Ateneo Grand Splendid." I ordered the bife de chorizo. It was massive. Juicy. The best steak I’ve ever had in my life. I’m getting chills just thinking about it. I can not stress the importance of the food. The meat was like heaven on a platter. They had wine to match, and the sommelier was happy to recommend a bottle. One glass led to another. And another.
15:00 - Siesta. This is the perfect excuse for a post-steak nap. I can not stress the importance of the food.
17:00 - Visiting Recoleta Cemetery. A cemetery? Seriously? Yeah. It's weird, I'll give you that. But also… fascinating. It's a city of the dead, filled with these elaborate, ornate mausoleums. Eva Perón's grave is there, of course. I stood there. I had a moment. It's a beautiful, somber place. The ghosts of the past, echoing through those marble corridors.
19:00 - More Wandering. I wandered for a while, no real aim or goal, I found a small corner shop that had local goods. I bought some souvenirs, a shawl, and some mate. Just because.
21:00 - Dinner and More Wine. I got something at a cozy little place. I had to eat more. It’s practically impossible. I’m pretty sure I’m still drinking.
23:00 - Collapsing into Bed. I am exhausted. I am happy. I am full of steak and wine and the ghosts of Buenos Aires.
Day 3: Coffee and Contemplation (and possibly a little shopping)
09:00 - Coffee Ritual. I need coffee. I need a lot of coffee. There are coffee shops everywhere. I had the best coffee.
10:00 - Shopping in Palermo Soho. The hipster haven. Cute boutiques, street art, trendy cafes. I had to buy something, some nice things for friends and family, some things for me.
12:00 - Lunch. A quick bite in a cafe. Something light, please.
13:00 - Exploring El Ateneo Grand Splendid. A bookstore in an old theater… seriously? Absolutely incredible. The beauty alone is worth an afternoon.
16:00 - Packing. The moment of despair has arrived. I was not happy that I was packing.
18:00 - Final moments. I had a glass of wine and reflected on the days I have had and the place I have seen.
19:00 - Dinner. Dinner was in the hotel. Dinner was good.
21:00 - Trip to Airport. The end.
This, my friend, is the most genuine, messy, and honest itinerary I could provide for my time in Buenos Aires. If you're booking a trip, consider this: Embrace the chaos. Get lost. Gorge yourself on empanadas. Drink too much wine. And for the love of God, try the steak. And have a happy, but also a hard time!
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Luxor Buenos Aires: The Ultimate Luxury Hotel? (Or Just a Ridiculously Expensive Instagram Trap?) Let's Get Real!
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into the gloriously opulent (and potentially ridiculous) world of the Luxor Buenos Aires. Is it worth the hype? Is it ACTUALLY luxurious? Or is it just a monument to conspicuous consumption and a haven for influencers with flawless cheekbones? Let's find out, shall we?
Is the Luxor REALLY as ridiculously expensive as they say? Because my bank account just developed a nervous twitch.
Oh honey, yes. Prepare to weep. Let's just say you won't find "budget-friendly" on the menu. I spent a week there, and I'm pretty sure my credit card is still recovering in a therapist's office. We're talking five-star prices... multiplied by ten. Think about it this way: a starter at the Michelin-starred restaurant *might* cost more than your monthly rent. Or at least, close. But hey, you're paying for an experience, right? *Right?!*
Actually, though, the "experience" of seeing those prices on the bill is... memorable. In the way a root canal is memorable.
What's the *room* like? Because that's where the real test of luxury happens, isn't it?
Okay, the rooms… They are, undoubtedly, stunning. We're talking marble EVERYWHERE. Like, seriously, you'd be hard-pressed to find a surface *not* covered in polished stone. My room (a 'junior suite,' because, you know, I'm practically royalty) had a view of the city that made my jaw drop. And the bed? Oh, the bed. Cloud-like doesn't even begin to cover it. It was like sleeping on a giant marshmallow made of dreams.
But here's the thing... the sheer *scale* of it all... it can be a bit... much. Like, I felt a little lost in the room. Like a tiny, slightly overwhelmed ant trying to navigate a particularly opulent ant farm. And frankly, I'm not sure I needed TWO gigantic walk-in closets. Is that just me? Maybe I'm not fancy enough.
What's the food like? Because let's be honest, all the marble in the world can't make a bad meal enjoyable.
Okay, this is a mixed bag, folks. The main restaurant, the one with the Michelin star (yes, *that* one), is… exquisite. Seriously, the presentation is art, the flavors are phenomenal, and the service is impeccable. Is it worth the price of a small kidney? Maybe. Probably not. But the culinary experience *is* legitimately special.
Now, the less formal dining options… Let's just say they weren't quite as mind-blowing. Solid, decent, but not earth-shatteringly amazing. One day, I ordered room service, and the pasta bolognese looked like a gourmet version of something from a microwave dinner. The taste was... okay. Service was impeccable. But the actual food experience? Not so much.
The Spa! Tell me about the spa! Tell me it's heavenly! I need to believe in happiness!
Okay, deep breaths. The spa… is indeed lovely. It's all hushed tones, aromatherapy, and fluffy white robes. The massage I had WAS divine. The masseuse was exceptionally skilled and almost put me into a coma of relaxation. The facilities—sauna, steam room, etc.—are all top-notch.
But here's a confession: the price of a massage there could fund a small trip to somewhere fabulous. I’m not necessarily the target audience. But yes, it *was* heavenly. In a shallow, very, very expensive kind of way. Was it all worth it? Ah, that depends on how much you value stress-induced facial lines. Take the massage, skip the other stuff if you're trying to watch the budget.
What's the staff like? Are they super-snooty or actually helpful? Because I can't stand pretentious people.
This is where the Luxor actually shines. The staff, *for the most part*, are wonderful. They're incredibly attentive, genuinely helpful, and surprisingly friendly, despite the obvious class divide. They go above and beyond to make you feel welcome. From the doormen who greet you with a smile to the housekeeping staff who anticipate your every need, the service is truly exceptional.
There were a few exceptions, of course. There's always *that* waiter who looks down his nose at you if you don't order the most expensive bottle of wine. But overall, the staff is a real asset to the hotel. They make the whole experience feel more welcoming, even if you *do* feel like you’re constantly being judged.
Did you actually meet any famous people while you were there? Spill the tea!
Okay, spill the tea you want? It's lukewarm tea. I saw... someone who vaguely resembled a minor celebrity. Couldn't be sure. But otherwise, unless you count a few overly tanned influencers (which I *don't*), not a single superstar graced my presence. I did see some people who *looked* like they were important... maybe a diplomat's wife? A tech mogul with a serious penchant for gold? I wouldn’t know. My own level of wealth is rather... understated. My point is: it was mostly filled with people who *wanted* to be seen as important, rather than actually being important. So yeah. That’s my tea.
Overall, is the Luxor worth it? Or am I better off saving my money for a trip to the dentist?
That’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it? Look, if you have the disposable income and you crave a taste of extreme luxury, then yes, the Luxor is an experience. It's an opportunity to indulge in some serious pampering and live (briefly) like a member of the one percent. It's beautiful, the service is top-notch, and the food (in parts) is divine.
BUT... and this is a big "but"... it's also incredibly expensive. And, let's be honest, a little bit… excessive. You're paying a premium for the name, the location, and the illusion of exclusivity. If you're on a tight budget (and let's face it, most of us are), you'll find equally enjoyable experiences elsewhere, possibly with more characterHotel Search Today
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