Unbelievable Luxury Awaits: Treebo JD Residency, Mohali!
Unbelievable Luxury Awaits: Treebo JD Residency, Mohali!
Okay, deep breath. Let's dive into this hotel review, a messy, human exploration, warts and all. Forget the perfectly crafted prose, we're going for… authentic. And yes, I'm going to wander a bit. Bear with me.
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(Deep breath again.) Okay, NOW the review…
Alright, y'all. So, I just got back from a stay at… well, let’s call it The Grand Imperial Fuzzbottom Hotel (yes, that's the name, trust me). And, honestly? It was an experience. A thing. Like… a really thingy thing.
Accessibility: The Good, the Bad, and the “Almost There”
First off, massive kudos for trying. "Wheelchair accessible" they boasted. And… mostly true. The lobby? Wide open, glorious, even had a ramp that actually worked. But then we hit the elevators. Now, I ain't in a wheelchair, but I've seen enough to know a cramped elevator when I see one. And the buttons… half the time, I swear, they didn't respond. My friend, who is wheelchair-bound, described it as "a test of patience and upper-body strength." Let's just say, it wasn't a smooth ride.
On-site accessible restaurants/lounges: Okay, this was a mixed bag. The main restaurant (more on that disaster later) seemed okay in terms of space, but the tables were… darn close together. Navigation with a chair was a minefield. The lounge? A little better, but the "cozy corners" became "cozy obstacles."
Internet: Ah, the Modern Plague
Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Oh, hallelujah! And… it actually worked. Mostly. Occasionally, it would decide to take a nap, which, you know, is frustrating when you're trying to work. But, for the most part, the Wi-Fi was available and reliable at all times.
Internet [LAN]: I didn't even try the LAN. Who uses LAN anymore? (Except probably the IT guy who set it up. Bless his heart)
Internet services: Okay, I'm guessing they have a tech support hotline? I didn't call it. Why break a perfectly good Wi-Fi connection?
Wi-Fi in public areas: Pretty good, actually. Never had a problem, which is impressive.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax: From "Meh" to "Oh, Hell Yes!"
Fitness center: I’m a gym rat, so naturally I checked this out. The gym was serviceable. Equipment was decent, but let's just say I've seen bigger gyms in a broom closet.
Gym/fitness: See above. It was. A gym.
Massage: Ahhh, the massage. This is where things got good. The spa was beautiful. The masseuse? Magic hands. Seriously. I think I actually fell asleep and drooled a little. The massage was a solid 10/10. I wish the rest of the hotel lived up to that standard!
Pool with view: Yes! It was a gorgeous infinity pool with a stunning vista. Until a horde of screaming children arrived and started doing cannonballs… then it was just… a pool.
Sauna, Spa, Spa/sauna, Steamroom: Didn’t make it. Maybe next time, I'll prioritize relaxation over the… adventure that was the restaurant.
Swimming pool, Swimming pool [outdoor]: See "Pool with view."
Cleanliness and Safety: Pandemic Edition
Okay, I'm a bit of a germaphobe. Especially post-pandemic. So, let’s get this straight.
Anti-viral cleaning products: Yay!
Breakfast in room, Breakfast takeaway service: They offered both. I opted for the breakfast takeaway once, because the buffet (we'll get there) was a battleground.
Cashless payment service: Check.
Daily disinfection in common areas: Seemed to be happening.
Doctor/nurse on call, First aid kit: I didn't need either, thankfully.
Hand sanitizer: Everywhere. Thank the gods.
Hot water linen and laundry washing: Good.
Hygiene certification: I didn't specifically check for a certification.
Individually-wrapped food options: Thank you.
Physical distancing of at least 1 meter: They tried.
Professional-grade sanitizing services: I could see the evidence.
Room sanitization opt-out available: I'm not sure how that works, but okay.
Rooms sanitized between stays: Probably.
Safe dining setup: See below.
Sanitized kitchen and tableware items: Fingers crossed.
Shared stationery removed: Good.
Staff trained in safety protocol: They seemed to be.
Sterilizing equipment: I didn't happen to look, but the hotel seemed clean in general.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Prepare for a Rollercoaster
Oh, boy. Where to begin?
A la carte in restaurant, Alternative meal arrangement: Fine, but I didn't try them.
Asian breakfast: I did take a chance on the Asian breakfast. Honestly? It would have been better if I'd snuck into someone's fridge.
Asian cuisine in restaurant: See above.
Bar: Decent. The cocktails were strong.
Bottle of water: Free bottle of water! Bless them.
Breakfast [buffet]: Oh. My. God. The breakfast buffet. Think of it as a Hunger Games situation. It wasn't the food itself (mostly), it was the chaos. People elbowing each other for croissants. Toddlers running amok. The scramble for scrambled eggs. It was… an experience. Someone actually did a swan dive into the cereal. And not in a good way. One of the servers was a godsend, she had a smile that could light up the sun.
Breakfast service: See above.
Buffet in restaurant: See "Breakfast [buffet].”
Coffee/tea in restaurant, Coffee shop: Meh.
Desserts in restaurant: Okay, the desserts were pretty delicious after the "experience", but I question where some of those desserts went from.
Happy hour: Didn't go. Too traumatized by the breakfast buffet.
International cuisine in restaurant: The buffet… was an attempt at international cuisine.
Poolside bar: I actually skipped the poolside bar because I was too tired from the breakfast.
Restaurants: The main restaurant. The "breakfast buffet." Etc.
Room service [24-hour]: Yes! And they delivered my much-needed burger at 2 am. God bless room service.
Salad in restaurant: Looked okay.
Snack bar: Didn't see one.
Soup in restaurant: Didn't try it.
Vegetarian restaurant: Didn't go to the Vegetarian restaurant
Western breakfast: Again. The buffet. The… memories.
Western cuisine in restaurant: The buffet… again.
Services and Conveniences: Functional… mostly
Air conditioning in public area: Fine.
Audio-visual equipment for special events: Yes.
Business facilities: Seemed to be there, but I wasn't doing business.
Cash withdrawal, Concierge: Fine.
Contactless check-in/out: Smooth as butter.
Convenience store: Yes.
Currency exchange, Daily housekeeping: Fine.
Doorman: Yes.
Dry cleaning, Elevator: Yes.
Essential condiments: Huh?
Facilities for disabled guests: See "Accessibility."
Food delivery: Didn't order.
Gift/souvenir shop: Yes.
Indoor venue for special events: Yes.
Invoice provided, Ironing service: Fine.
Laundry service, Luggage storage: Fine.
Meeting/banquet facilities, Meetings, Meeting stationery: Fine.
On-site event hosting, Outdoor venue for special events, Projector/LED display: Fine.
Safety deposit boxes, Seminars, Shrine: Fine.
Smoking area, Terrace: Fine.
Wi-Fi for special events: Fine.
Xerox/fax in business center: Fine.
For the Kids
Babysitting service: Fine
Family/child friendly: Yes, unfortunately.
Kids facilities, Kids meal: I saw the kids at the breakfast. It was a zoo.
Access: Access to everything
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My Existential Crisis at the Treebo JD Residency (and Other Stories) - A Chandigarh Chronicle
Okay, folks, buckle up. This ain't your average, perfectly polished travel itinerary. This is the raw, unfiltered truth of my Chandigarh adventure, fueled by questionable street food and a profound loneliness that only a budget hotel room can truly cultivate. We're talkin' grit, grumbles, and a whole lotta "WTF?!"
Day 1: Arrival and the Great Room Hunt (or, Why Did I Choose THIS Hotel?)
12:00 PM: Arrived at Chandigarh Airport. The air smelled… well, it smelled of India, which is a sensory experience in itself. A chaotic, beautiful, and slightly unsettling one. Found a pre-paid taxi, which felt like a small victory over the relentless haggling that apparently awaits me.
1:00 PM: Arrived at Treebo JD Residency. (Deep breath). Look, the pictures online looked fine. Clean, basic, non-offensive. The reality? Let's just say the lobby felt less "welcoming oasis" and more "waiting room for a slightly depressing doctor's appointment." The receptionist, bless his heart, looked like he'd seen some things (and maybe he had). He's probably judged me; I look as tired as a corpse
1:15 PM: The Room. Oh, the room. It was… a room. Small. The sheets were a questionable shade of off-white. The air conditioning wheezed like a chain smoker. I immediately felt a surge of panic. "Did I make a mistake?" I mumbled to myself. "Am I meant for backpacking, not a slightly-above-average hotel?" This is where the stream-of-consciousness truly kicks in…I then made a mistake of checking the toilet first (what was I expecting, gold-plated fixtures?), the wash basin had grime stains.
1:30 PM: The Internet. The Wi-Fi situation was a disaster. The signal could barely get through the walls, much less deliver the dopamine hit of endless scrolling I require to function. I spent a solid 20 minutes wrestling with it before giving up and declaring, "I am officially offline. Send help… and maybe a strong cup of chai."
1:45 PM: I called the reception, the guy answered, and said "I will check it." I felt like I was asking for something impossible.
2:00 PM: Conquered the internet, somehow. Now, this room…I have some serious existential questions. Was there an interior design? Or was there a blindfold and a random selection of furniture? I don't know, I can't be sure. Is this my life now?
3:00 PM: Lunch (sort of). The hotel restaurant… Well, it was there. I ordered a paneer dish that tasted faintly of sadness. I think the paneer had been looking forward to a more extravagant life.
4:00 PM: A quick walk around Sector 60's nearby areas. The traffic was a symphony of horns. The buildings were a mix of modern and crumbling. The only conclusion I could gather was that Chandigarh wasn't exactly making a splash. I felt lost in the sea of people and cars. I came across people, walking, laughing, even crying. I wonder what are their stories…
6:00 PM: Back in the room. The existential dread is back. Contemplating the meaning of life, the utility of this hotel room, and that vaguely unsettling paneer.
7:00 PM: Dinner plans. I'd heard good things about a street food stall. I'm scared, but intrigued. Gotta live a little, right? Or maybe just get a stomach ache.
Day 2: Sukhna Lake & the Quest for Happiness (and Good Momos)
- 9:00 AM: Woke up, feeling moderately less depressed. The sun was shining, which, you know, helps.
- 9:30 AM: Breakfast. Found a cafe near the hotel, that had the most incredible breakfast, and finally got some energy in me.
- 10:30 AM: Headed to Sukhna Lake. This was the big "get out of the hotel room" moment. The lake was… well, it was pretty. Scenic. A welcome respite from the concrete jungle. Watched people walking, laughing, doing all those "happy people" things. I walked round and round, taking photos, and reflecting on all I've done and where I've been. I even rented a paddle boat. It was embarrassing. I'm not sporty and I don't have the balance of a cat. I probably made more waves in the lake than I really enjoyed.
- 12:30 PM: Lunch at a small restaurant. Got some momos. These were heavenly, after the torture of the last day. It was a small victory.
- 2:00 PM: Explored Garden of Silence. Okay, it felt like my life was being controlled like a movie.
- 4:00 PM: Shopping, went into a mall. Not exactly looking to make any big purchases. It was nice, but all I really wanted was home.
- 6:00 PM: Back in the hotel, contemplating the meaning of "cleanliness". The paneer from the previous day is haunting my dreams.
- 7:00 PM: Trying to find my inner peace, like reading, or meditation. Can't focus, keeps feeling like I'm missing something…
Day 3: The Rock Garden, Goodbye Chandigarh (With a Side of Existential Dread)
- 9:00 AM: Contemplating whether to have breakfast, or skip it and go back to the room
- 10:00 AM: Exploring the Rock Garden – a riot of sculptures made from… well, rocks and trash. Sounds depressing, right? It was actually pretty cool. Quirky, bizarre, utterly unique. Definitely didn't understand the meaning. I will never understand.
- 12:00 PM: Lunch. Found a small cafe. Had some delicious food.
- 1:00 PM: Last-minute shopping - some tourist traps.
- 3:00 PM: Check-out. The receptionist looked like he was finally relieved.
- 3:30 PM: Airport.
- 4:30 PM: The plane.
Post-Trip Reflections (or, The Hotel Room Speaks Back)
- I survived Chandigarh. I wouldn't say I loved it, but I tolerated it.
- The Treebo JD Residency… Well, it served its purpose. A roof over my head. A slightly unreliable internet connection. A constant reminder of my own solitude. Would I recommend it? Maybe. If you're on a budget and have a strong constitution.
- The paneer… I'll never look at it the same way.
- Chandigarh, in the end, was an experience. A slightly messy, occasionally depressing, ultimately human experience. And maybe, just maybe, that's exactly what I needed.
Note. This itinerary is subject to extreme fluctuations in mood, spontaneous food cravings, and existential crises. The author assumes no responsibility for any emotional damage incurred during this journey.
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So, what *is* this whole thing, anyway? Like, what are we even *talking* about?
Honestly? I have NO flipping idea where this is going. But hey, that’s life, right? It’s like… you start with an idea, a vague notion, a glimmer in your eye. And then it just… *blooms*. Or maybe it implodes. Either way, we’re in it NOW. Think of it as a rambling Q&A, but instead of the *super* polished, corporate versions, we're embracing the glorious chaos. I'm just going to answer whatever pops into my brain, and hopefully, *something* useful will come out of this. Don't expect perfection; I haven't exactly *mastered* life, you know?
Okay, okay, I get the "rambling" part. But… what if I have a *specific* question? Can I like, actually *ask*?
Absolutely! Fire away! But be warned: I might go off on a tangent about the existential dread of folding laundry or the questionable life choices of squirrels. Seriously, those little furry guys... I saw one bury a whole freaking avocado today. I'm not even kidding. Anyway. Ask! I'll try my best to answer. Emphasis on *try*. My memory is, shall we say, a work in progress. Like a half-finished pottery project covered in cat hair.
Alright. Let's get serious for a *second*. What's the biggest mistake you've ever made? (Don't be shy!)
Oh god, where do I even *start*? Picking *one* "biggest" mistake is like trying to pick your favorite child… if your children were colossal train wrecks. But okay, *okay*. Probably… trusting my friend, Brenda, with my credit card in college. It was for pizza, she swore! "Double pepperoni and extra cheese, babe! My treat!" Fast forward a week, and I was staring at a bill that would have financed a small, cheesy wedding. Turns out "pizza" included designer shoes, a questionable amount of glitter, and a weekend trip to Vegas. Vegas! I still have nightmares. Lesson learned? Never let Brenda near your finances… or glitter. The horror. The absolute, shimmering, glittery HORROR!
What's something you're *really* good at? (Come on, brag a little!)
Alright, even *I’m* not immune from a little ego boost. Well, I seem to have a knack for finding the *absolute worst* parking spots. Seriously. I'm a parking-spot ninja. I can circle a lot for *hours* and somehow ALWAYS end up with the spot that requires the most contortions, the farthest walk, and a view of a dumpster. It's an art form, really. Or maybe a curse. I’m really good at getting completely drenched in the rain, no matter what the forecast says. Also, I can make a truly spectacular mess of any kitchen. My mother still talks about the time I tried to make a soufflé… It involved fire, tears, and a smoke alarm I’m pretty sure still has PTSD.
I'm feeling down. What helps you when you're in a slump?
Ugh, slumps. They're the worst, aren't they? Okay, first off, NO SHAME! We've all been there. I'm a big believer in embracing the mess, even if it's just by eating the most comfort food. My go to? My old standby is chocolate chip cookies, homemade whenever I can. Sometimes, just recognizing that I *am* in a slump is half the battle. Then? A long, hot shower and pretending I'm in a music video. Okay, maybe a REALLY cheesy music video. And calling my best friend, even if it's just for a cry over the phone. Seriously, get a good support system. Tell them everything. And then? The final and essential coping mechanism: a massive, comfy blanket and a ridiculous amount of cat videos. Pure, unadulterated escapism. Works every. single. time.
What's your biggest fear? (Don't be afraid to share!)
Oh man, this one hits home. Deep down, I'm terrified of… mediocrity. The thought of just *existing*, of being blah, of not leaving a mark (even a small, slightly smudgey one) on the world just... Ugh! It gives me the *heebie-jeebies*. It's why I sometimes take the wrong turns, and sometimes, why I mess up things royally. But the other thing that terrifies me? Getting old and running the risk of losing my mental capacity! The thought of forgetting the good stuff (the chocolate cookies and the best friend support system). The thought of never being able to write and share my wild experiences. The thought of not being able to read books! (Okay, I am definitely now scared. Deep breaths!) But hey, we're all afraid of something, right? That's just part of the human experience.
If you could have any superpower, what would it be?
Teleportation! No more commuting! No more airport security! No more… well, let's be honest, mostly no more *waiting.* I'm a very impatient person! I could be in Paris for croissants at one moment and back home for my comfy blanket and cat videos the next! And hey, I could even use it for good! I could zip around, helping people. Saving cats from trees! (Important work, people!) Honestly, though, the main appeal is the instant gratification. I want it now. Right now. Okay, I need to breathe... maybe a cup of tea and a cat compilation video. Teleportation... sigh.
What's the weirdest thing that's ever happened to you?
Okay, brace yourselves. This one's a doozy. It was during a terrible period. I was walking down a street, moping, because I'd lost my favorite pen. A sparkly, glorious pen that wrote in purple ink. And a pigeon… seriously, a pigeon… swooped down, plucked it right out of my hand, and flew away! With my pen! I swear I'm not making this up. I stared, mouth agape, as my precious pen disappeared into the sky, clutched in the talons of a bird. I still can't explain it. It was like… a bizarre, feathered theft. I mean, what did the pigeon *need* a sparkly purple pen for? To write angry letters to other pigeons? Maybe it was just a really, really weird day. Regardless, the pen was never found. But it taught me something about the absurdity of life, IBatumi's Hidden Gem: Mariinsky Boutique Hotel - Unforgettable Georgian Escape
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