Unbelievable Luxury Awaits: Fontan Reforma Hotel, Mexico City
Unbelievable… Maybe? A Deep Dive into the Fontan Reforma Hotel - Mexico City (My Chaotic Review)
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because I just got back from the Fontan Reforma Hotel in Mexico City, and I'm still trying to untangle the experiences from my brain. This ain't your sanitized, PR-approved hotel review. This is REAL, unfiltered… well, mostly filtered… chaos. They call it "Unbelievable Luxury Awaits." Let's see if it actually delivered.
Accessibility: The Good, the Okay, and the Slightly Confusing
Okay, so I'm not in a wheelchair, but I always check these things for my friends. They say it's wheelchair accessible. They have elevators (thank GOD, that hotel's BIG). They claim accessible rooms, I peeked at one – looked okay, but confirm the specific features with them directly because, you know, trust but verify. The website mentioned some stuff, but sometimes, those promises… well, they're just promises. Grade: B- (room for improvement, always!)
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: A Rollercoaster of Tastes (and a Headache or Two)
Let's jump right into food, because, priorities!
Restaurants: Yes, plural! They had restaurants. Multiple! International cuisine? Check. Western? Yep. Asian? Uh-huh. Vegetarian? Alright, cool. Seems the menu was attempting to be a culinary world tour. Problem? The execution was a bit… uneven. One night, I had a paella that genuinely transported me to Spain. The next, a "French onion soup" that tasted suspiciously like instant ramen. Honestly. My advice? Stick with what they seem to do best, ask the staff what the go-to dishes are – they usually know the real deal.
Breakfast (Buffet/Room Service): Now, the breakfast buffet was a thing of beauty… and a slight warzone. The sheer amount of food on offer was staggering. You could get anything imaginable: omelets freshly made, pastries galore, fresh fruit, you name it! Breakfast in room? Yes. Amazing! That morning coffee in your robe gazing at the city is a moment of peace! BUT the staff was a bit overwhelmed at times. Felt like a feeding frenzy sometimes. I swear I saw someone try to snag an entire croissant mountain. Also, I was slightly concerned about the cleanliness of some of the tongs used to grab the food. Grade: B+ buffet, but pack your patience.
Bars & Lounges: Ah, the solace of a good bar. They had a poolside bar which was the best place to be in the pool's edge. The cocktails were decent, the happy hour was a lifesaver (and a wallet-saver!), and the view was… well, it was a pool with a view. Nothing mind-blowing, but the atmosphere (and the tequila) made it worth it. They had a great selection of tequilas, Mezcal, and cocktails.
Snack Bar: Okay, so I went a little overboard one afternoon at the snack bar. The nachos were a disaster (soggy chips, sad cheese), but the guacamole was legit. Go figure. Grade: C+ (for the guac, and the convenient location).
Cleanliness & Safety: Germs, Germs Everywhere (But They Tried)
Okay, this is where I get a little… antsy. They clearly made an effort for hygiene with all the things like anti-viral cleaning products, individually-wrapped food, and hand sanitizer everywhere, and staff trained in safety protocol. I could smell the sanitizing in the air. They had Daily disinfection in common areas, which felt reassuring. The staff always wore masks, which I appreciated. However, despite these efforts, I still had a moment (or three) of feeling like it wasn't as clean as they portray.
Things to Do, Ways to Relax: Spa Day(s) and Gym Shenanigans
Okay, where to begin. They have a spa. A SPA! The moment of bliss was interrupted by a sudden burst of noise from the noisy street below.
- Spa: I booked myself a massage. I imagined myself melting into a puddle of relaxation. The massage itself was… okay. Not the best, not the worst. The spa itself was beautiful, and they had a sauna, and a steamroom. But, for the price, I was expecting to be transported to a zen paradise. Instead, I felt like I was in a nice waiting room with a massage attached. Grade: B- (potential for greatness, but needs fine-tuning).
- Fitness Center: Listen, I'm not a gym rat, but I wandered in. Decent equipment. Clean. It’s there if you need to punish yourself. Grade: B (because, gym).
- Pool: The view was pretty, the pool was clean. If you're into lounging, it's the best.
Services and Conveniences: The Good, the Bad, and the "Meh"
- Concierge: Excellent! They helped with everything. Got me a taxi, a good recommendation for dinner, and they spoke multiple languages (thank GOD my Spanish is terrible). Grade: A+ (genuinely helpful and friendly).
- Elevators: They had them, which again… thank god. The hotel is huge. Grade: A (because stairs are the devil).
- Laundry: It was fine and super fast. Grade: good for the business traveler.
- The Gift Shop: There’s a gift shop. You can get your souvenirs there! Grade: C (nothing special).
- Business Center: I didn't need it, but they had meeting rooms, and all the equipment. Grade: A (if you're into that corporate thing).
Available in All Rooms: The Comforts of Home (Almost)
- Air Conditioning: Needed! It gets hot in Mexico City. Grade: A+ (essential).
- Wi-Fi (Free!): Yes! Fast and reliable. Finally, a hotel that gets this right. Grade: A+ (a necessity in this day and age).
- Bathrobes and Slippers: Comfy and lovely. I lived in them. Grade: A (because luxury).
- Mini-bar: Overpriced, as always. Grade: C- (stick to the convenience store).
- Blackout Curtains: Thank goodness! I need my sleep. Grade: A (life-saving).
- The Bed: Honestly, it was comfortable. I slept very well. Grade: A.
- Other Features: Shower, desk, closet, coffee maker, and the basic stuff.
For the Kids:
- They claimed family-friendly, and they had babysitting available. I didn't have kids, so I couldn't test it, but it's there.
Getting Around:
- Airport transfer: Yes. Convenient, but pricey. Car park on-site, but didn't use it. Valet parking. The location is pretty central, so walking/taxis are your friend.
Overall Impression: The Verdict?
Unbelievable? Well, no. But it's a solid, well-located hotel with some definite highs and some "meh" moments. It's a little pricey for what you get, but the location, the amenities, and the generally good service make it a decent choice. Would I go back? Maybe. Especially if I could get a really good deal. Grade: B.
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Mexico City Mess: My Hotel Fontan Reformation (And My Own!)
Alright, here's the truth, folks. This "itinerary" ain't gonna be some polished brochure. This is ME in Mexico City, wrestling with tacos, jet lag, and my inner critic. Buckle up.
Day 1: Arrival & Existential Dread (plus Tequila!)
- Morning (7:00 AM): Landed in Mexico City. The airport? Chaos. Beautiful, vibrant chaos. Smells of something delicious and probably illegal. Found my ride – the Uber driver looked exactly like a telenovela villain, and I loved it immediately.
- Late Morning (10:00 AM): Arrived at Hotel Fontan Reforma. It’s…fine. Solid. Clean-ish? The lobby is grand but the walls are a little…blah. Still, they had a doorman! This city is already classier than I am. The room is small, but the view… whoa. Reforma Avenue, stretching out like a postcard. A little overwhelmed and questioning all my life choices.
- Lunch (1:00 PM): First tacos! Found a "street cart" situation a few blocks from the hotel. They were magical. Seriously. Like, I think I saw a tiny halo above the al pastor. Ate way too many. Paid way too little. Immediately started regretting my Spanish.
- Afternoon (3:00 PM): The jet lag hit, hard. Napped. Wake up feeling worse. That's ok, it turns out that's normal.
- Evening (6:00 PM): Tequila tasting at a nearby cantina. Ordered too much tequila. Talked to the bartender who, by the end of the night, had decided I was his new best friend. Learned the nuances of mezcal. I then proceeded to spill mezcal all over myself. But hey, it was a learning experience. And the sunset over the city, viewed from the balcony of my room… breathtaking, even through the haze of tequila.
- Night (9:00 PM onwards): Attempted a late-night stroll down Reforma. Got yelled at by a street vendor for not buying churros. Ended up buying churros. Regretted everything the moment I tried to eat them (too much sugar? Too little sleep? Who knows!). Bedtime.
Day 2: Arts, Anxiety, and a Questionable Sandwich
- Morning (9:00 AM): After a brutal night (thank you, jet lag AND that tequila), I drag myself out of bed. Decide that coffee is essential, then proceed to spill said coffee everywhere
- Late Morning (11:00 AM): Palacio de Bellas Artes. The building! Stunning. The art, though… a bit much for my caffeine-deprived brain. That Diego Rivera mural… it's incredible, and also, makes me feel inadequate in my ability to do anything of any consequence.
- Lunch (1:00 PM): Found a cafe near the Palacio. Ordered a sandwich. It looked promising. It was not. The meat was chewy, the bread stale… I spent the entire meal just wishing for those perfect al pastor tacos. Swallowed my disappointment and vowed to find better.
- Afternoon (3:00 PM): Chapultepec Park. Huge! Green! Overwhelming! Got lost. Found a vendor selling ice cream. Bought ice cream to calm down. Accidentally dropped the ice cream. Sigh.
- Late Afternoon (5:00 PM): Back to the hotel, but couldn't find my way back. Was forced to ask for help, in my broken Spanish. Surprisingly, I was understood. It turns out that if you look pathetic enough, people will help you from the goodness of their hearts.
- Evening (7:00 PM): Dinner at a restaurant recommended by the very helpful receptionist. The food was good, but my brain decided to fixate on some minor issue and I ended up not enjoying the meal.
- Night (9:00 PM onwards): Watched TV in my room. Watched the news. Got homesick and then, annoyed. More tequila. And more existential dread.
Day 3: The Frida Frenzy & A Monumental Mess (Plus, I Actually Enjoyed Something!)
- Morning (8:00 AM): Finally slept well! Feel somewhat human. Decide to seize the day. First, coffee in the lobby. Decided that I actually quite like the lobby.
- Late Morning (10:00 AM): The Frida Kahlo Museum (Casa Azul). The line was INSANE, but it moved quickly. The house! The art! The vibe! It was… powerful. Emotional. I was actually moved. The story of Frida, the life! Incredible. It made me feel like a total slacker.
- Side Note (Mid-Morning): Standing in line, I made friends with a woman from Minnesota. We bonded over common travel woes and shared chocolate-covered churros. We also shared a laugh when this particularly pushy guy tried to skip the line. I have made a friend!
- Lunch (1:00 PM): Back to the street cart tacos. This time, I managed to order without too much embarrassment. Bliss.
- Afternoon (3:00 PM): Went to the Plaza de la Constitución. The Zocalo! Big. Bustling. Utterly overwhelming, I can find my way around the city, but I can't navigate a giant square.
- Late Afternoon (4:00 PM): Got hopelessly lost in the chaotic side streets near the Zocalo. Walked for a really long time. Spent a while wondering what I was doing with my life but, in a weird way, I was calm.
- Evening (7:00 PM): A friend of the hotel suggested a local place. The food was amazing, and the atmosphere was electric. Actually started to connect with the city's energy in a way I hadn't before. The food was so good I almost cried.
- Night (9:00 PM onwards): Walked back to the hotel. Wrote this. Feeling… surprisingly optimistic. Maybe, just maybe, I'm starting to get the hang of this whole Mexico City thing.
Day 4: Reflections & Departure (Probably Tears)
- Morning (9:00 AM): Packing. Hate packing. Hate saying goodbye. Look out the window. Sigh.
- Late Morning (11:00 AM): Last-minute souvenir shopping at a local market. Got ripped off. Regretted everything.
- Lunch (1:00 PM): Last tacos! (Sob). They were perfect. The perfect farewell.
- Afternoon (2:00 PM): Back to the hotel. Checked out. Farewell hug for the helpful receptionist (who probably couldn’t wait to be rid of me).
- Departure (3:00 PM): The Uber arrived. Looking back at the Hotel Fontan Reforma, with its blah walls. Goodbye, Mexico City. Goodbye, tacos. Goodbye, existential dread, and thanks to the tequila. I'm gonna miss it. I'm probably gonna cry when I get on this plane.
Final Thoughts:
Mexico City is a mess. A beautiful, chaotic, delicious mess. It challenged me, frustrated me, and stole a piece of my heart. Hotel Fontan Reforma… well, it was my base camp. It was there. Not perfect, but it was mine during this trip. Would I go back? Without a doubt. Would I recommend it? Absolutely. Just bring a good pair of walking shoes, a strong stomach (for the tacos, for the chaos), and a willingness to embrace the glorious imperfections. And maybe pack a box of tissues.
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Unbelievable Luxury Awaits? Fontan Reforma Hotel – My Very Opinionated Take
Okay, so *is* it "Unbelievable Luxury?" Because the marketing is SCREAMING it.
Ugh, alright, let's get this out of the way. “Unbelievable Luxury”? Hold on a second while I roll my eyes clear across the room. It's… *luxury-adjacent*. Think like, a really *fancy* car rental, not a private jet. The lobby *is* stunning. Seriously, the marble is ridiculous. I spent a good five minutes just staring at it, slightly mouth agape, before I remembered I had a suitcase and probably looked like a total tourist. (I was. No judgement, world!) But does the marble *make* the luxury? Maybe. Maybe not. I'll get to the "maybe not" part later. Let's just say the marketing department did its job. They got my attention. That’s half the battle, right?
What about the rooms? The photos look… *expensive*.
The rooms… okay, the rooms are where things get interesting. I splurged. I mean, I *thought* I was splurging. I booked the "Junior Suite with a View." And the view? Yeah, it was alright. Definitely better than my shoebox apartment back home. I could, I *think*, see a bit of the Angel of Independence. Maybe? Honestly, it was a bit of a squint-and-hope situation. The room itself was…big. Too big, maybe? I got lost walking from the bed to the bathroom at one point. Embarrassing. And then there was this *giant* soaking tub. Picture me, sprawled in it with a face mask on (because I'm glamorous, obvs), trying to figure out the water temperature. It took, like, five minutes of fiddling with those fancy chrome knobs before I achieved a level of not-scalding. Small victory, but a victory nonetheless. The bed? Heaven. Seriously, I'd sell my kidney for that mattress (don't tell anyone, I’m kidding… mostly). Comfort level? 10/10. Room decor? A bit… sterile, if I'm being honest. Like, very beige. Very…corporate. But hey, the bed made up for it. Almost.
The food! Tell me about the food! Is the breakfast buffet worth the hype (and the inevitable post-carb crash)?
Oh, the food. Right. The breakfast buffet. Okay, deep breath. It's… a buffet. Which, let's be real, can be a mixed bag. On one hand, endless pastries! Croissants that practically *melt* in your mouth. Freshly squeezed juices! And the *chilaquiles*? Oh. My. God. The chilaquiles were so good, I actually forgot I was trying to be a responsible adult watching my carb intake. I ate, I conquered, I regretted nothing. Until, of course, the post-chilaquiles slump hit around 11 am, and I was basically useless for the rest of the morning. So, yeah, worth it? Probably. But maybe pace yourself. Or just embrace the nap. No judgement. The service, though, was impeccable. Like, spooky-good. They anticipate your needs before you even know you *have* them. I spilled a bit of coffee, and BOOM, a waiter appeared like a caffeinated ninja, cleaning it up and offering a fresh cup. It's almost… unsettling. Like, are they watching me? Are there hidden cameras? Maybe I'm just paranoid. Probably. But the chilaquiles were still amazing.
Is the spa as luxurious as they make it sound? Because a massage sounds heavenly.
The spa? Okay, here's where the "unbelievable luxury" started to feel a little… thin. Don't get me wrong, the space itself *was* pretty. Low lighting, soothing music, the works. I got a massage. It was good. Relaxing, even. But... and this is a big "but"… it wasn't *unforgettable*. The masseuse was perfectly professional, but a little… detached? Maybe she was having a bad day. Maybe I’m too accustomed to the aggressive kneading of my favorite local massage therapist (who, let’s be honest, probably charges a quarter of the price). Everything felt a little… sterile. Like, perfectly executed, but lacking personality. And the changing rooms? Too many fluffy white towels, not enough *wow*. Honestly, I had a better experience at my local nail salon. Shhh, don't tell anyone. The price tag, though… Ouch. I almost fainted when they presented the bill. So, yes, luxurious-adjacent, maybe. Unbelievable? Hard pass.
What's the vibe? Is it stuffy and formal? Or can you actually, you know, *relax*?
The vibe… okay, this is tricky. It’s *trying* very hard to be sophisticated. Think hushed tones, lots of dark wood, and people in tailored suits sipping cocktails that cost more than my weekly grocery bill. It’s not *awfully* stuffy, but there's a definite sense of "being watched." You know, that feeling you get when you’re wearing your favorite stained t-shirt and suddenly realize you're the only one not in designer clothes? Yeah, that feeling. I felt like I was constantly worried about accidentally committing a social faux pas. Should I be using a specific fork? Am I supposed to tip the elevator operator? (There wasn't an elevator operator, but I *felt* like there should be.) I think I managed to relax… eventually. After a few margaritas and a strong dose of "who cares what anyone thinks?" But it took effort. Not the effortless relaxation I’m looking for in a "luxury" hotel. So…a mixed bag. Definitely leaning towards the formal side, though. Bring your best behavior (and maybe a monocle). And for goodness sake, pack a nice pair of shoes.
The location! Reforma Avenue, right? Is it convenient? Or more like a busy, chaotic tourist trap?
The location is... brilliant, and hellish, all wrapped into one. Reforma Avenue is *iconic*. Think Champs-Élysées, but in Mexico City. Beautiful architecture, lined with trees, tons of shops and restaurants. The hotel is right in the thick of it, which is great for sightseeing! You can walk to the Angel of Independence, Chapultepec Park is nearby, museums galore. Convenience is definitely a win. But… it's *busy*. Like, seriously chaotic. Constant traffic. Sirens blaring. Horns honking. You'll be dodging cars, wandering through crowds, getting the occasional aggressive sales pitch from a street vendor. It’s not for the faint of heart (or the easily overwhelmed). I loved it, in a slightly masochistic way. It gives you a real feeling of the city's energy. But after a long day of exploring, that serenity in the hotel is *very* welcome. So, convenient? Absolutely. A tourist trapYour Stay Hub
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