Unbelievable Luxury Awaits: Palazzo Novello, Montichiari's Hidden Gem!
Unbelievable Luxury Awaits…Maybe? Palazzo Novello, Montichiari: My Hot Take!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because I just got back from a very interesting stay at the Palazzo Novello in Montichiari. "Hidden gem," they said. "Unbelievable luxury," they promised. And you know what? Parts of it were absolutely stunning. Others? Well, let's just say it kept me on my toes!
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- Meta Description: A brutally honest review of Palazzo Novello in Montichiari! We delve into its "unbelievable luxury", from sparkling pools to questionable coffee, assessing accessibility, dining, spa experiences, and more. Is this hidden gem worth your time? Find out!
Let's Dive In (and Try Not to Drown in Opulence)
First impressions? Whoa. The Palazzo itself is a visual feast. Grand, imposing, dripping with history (they even have a little shrine, which I found utterly charming). It's the kind of place you immediately picture yourself sipping a Negroni in a fancy robe. And, spoiler alert, you can find yourself in a fancy robe! But let's not get ahead of ourselves…
Accessibility: Trying to Navigate the Grand Ballroom… (or Just a Hallway)
Accessibility (Overall) - This one is a mixed bag, and frankly, it's where things started to wobble a bit. The hotel claims to be accessible, ticking off the "Facilities for disabled guests" box. The elevator was a Godsend. But, and it's a big but, getting to the elevator sometimes felt like an obstacle course. Tight corners, a few unexpected steps here and there. I saw a couple using a wheelchair struggle a little, which made me cringe, and that's not a good start. Score: 6/10 (Room for improvement, Palazzo!)
Wheelchair Accessible: The rooms themselves, thankfully, were spacious and well-equipped with grab bars and what seemed to be good wheelchair access in the bathroom.
Getting Around: This is where my earlier statement comes in, it's a mixed bag. The main areas are accessible, but there do have some tight corners and little steps to watch out for.
For the Kiddo's/Family:
- Babysitting Service: (If you dare to trust strangers with your precious angels, which I'm not sure I would. - score: 6/10)
- Family/child friendly: They say that. (But I don't have kids so I don't know that).
- Kids meal: Another thing I can't comment on.
Eating, Drinking, and Stuffing My Face (Without Shame):
Alright, this is where things definitely got interesting. And hungry, because I was incredibly hungry.
- Restaurants (Plural!): The Palazzo boasts several options. Restaurants, (there are Restaurants) which is an okay start, I guess. One with a Michelin star (allegedly – more on that later). a regular one (I think so, well, I'm hoping so - I lost track). They also had a Poolside Bar. The menu was extensive, and well-prepared.
- Coffee/tea in restaurant: The coffee… oh, the coffee. Let's just say it wasn't the elixir of the gods I was hoping for. I'm a coffee snob, okay? I need my morning java to be a religious experience. This was more of a "meh, it'll do" situation. The tea was better, thankfully.
- Western breakfast: I'm a western breakfast type of guy, and they had me covered, at least in the morning, with a decent buffet of eggs, bacon, and pastries.
- Asian breakfast: I'm not an Asian breakfast type of guy.
- Bar: They had a bar. It was nice.
And now for a rant: The main restaurant, (the one with the stars), was booked solid the entire time, so I didn't get to try it, because, apparently, I'm not important enough to get a table. I even sent my server to ask, hoping to get a special table. I was denied. That was a blow from the start, a total kick in the teeth from the management. Score: 5/10 (Good potential, but the practical execution needs some work.)
Relax, Rejuvenate, Rinse, and Repeat (Probably):
The spa? Now, this is where the "unbelievable luxury" really shone.
Spa/Sauna & Pools:
- Pool with view: The outdoor pool, overlooking the rolling hills of Montichiari, was glorious. I spent an entire afternoon there, just… existing. Pure bliss. The view was phenomenal.
- Sauna, Steamroom: A great way to unwind!
- Spa, it was beautiful. I loved every moment.
Massage: I booked a massage. This was heaven. They had a body massage. I wasn't expecting such a great massage, but it was fantastic. I highly recommend it.
Fitness center/Gym/fitness: They had a gym. I went. It was modern. I did some exercise.
There are other things like a foot bath and a body wrap thing. I could've gotten those. I'm sure they would've been great, too.
Cleanliness and Safety: Are We Breathing Safe Air?
- Anti-viral cleaning products: YES!
- Daily disinfection in common areas: YES!
- Hand sanitizer: Everywhere!
- Room sanitization opt-out available: I'm not sure I wanted to "opt-out".
- Sanitized kitchen and tableware items: YES!
- Staff trained in safety protocol: Seemed that way. They always made sure to wear a mask.
Score: 9/10 (They took Covid precautions seriously, and it showed. This was very reassuring)
The Rooms: My Home Away From (Sort Of) Home
- Air conditioning, Alarm clock - Check.
- Bathtub, Bathrobes - Check. Time to get some spa towels!
- Hair dryer, Slippers - Check.
- Mini bar - Now we're talking! This was a problem. Everything was expensive. Even a water bottle!
- Room decorations - I like the decorations. I wish I had a room decorated like my room.
The Verdict: Worth the Trip?
Look, the Palazzo Novello has its quirks. It's not perfect. There's room for improvement, especially with accessibility and the "Michelin-starred" dining experience. But the good outweighs the bad. The spa is divine, the setting is stunning, and if you're looking for a luxurious escape, you could do a lot worse.
Overall Score: 7.5/10. (This might change if I ever get in that damn restaurant!)
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Alright, strap in, buttercups. This isn't your perfectly-Photoshopped travel itinerary. This is the real, messy, glorious, gelato-stained truth of a trip to Hotel Palazzo Novello in Montichiari, Italy. Buckle up, because we’re about to get wonderfully lost.
Day 1: Arrival and the "Oh, You Have GOT to Be Kidding Me!?" Moment
- Morning (ish): Wake up, fueled by the sheer terror of packing. Realize you've forgotten your toothbrush. Again. Swear loudly. Spend an hour wrestling a suitcase that clearly hates you.
- Afternoon: Arrive at Milan Bergamo Airport. Breathe a sigh of relief (and maybe a little bit of airplane-induced exhaustion). Grab a rental car. It’s tiny, probably a Fiat. Immediately realize you haven't driven a manual transmission in, oh, about a decade. Stall three times before even leaving the airport parking lot. Feel the judgmental stares of Italian grandmothers burning into your soul.
- Late Afternoon: FINALLY arrive in Montichiari. The drive? Scenic, yes. Terrifying, also yes. GPS insisted on the narrowest, cobblestone-iest roads imaginable. Almost lost a side mirror to a particularly enthusiastic Vespa.
- Late Afternoon/Early Evening: Hotel Palazzo Novello - Check-in Shenanigans: The hotel. Oh, the hotel! Palazzo Novello. It's… stately. Like, old stately. The lobby is gorgeous, with a giant chandelier that makes you feel like you've accidentally wandered into a royal ball. The lady at the front desk is impeccably dressed and speaks perfect English, which immediately makes me paranoid about my own appearance. First impression? Intimidatingly beautiful.
- The Room Rundown: The room is… okay. The decor? Let's just say it leans heavily into "classic Italian," which, in practice, translates into a lot of heavy furniture and a slightly musty smell. The view, however, is incredible. Rolling hills for days. Perfect. Except, the Wi-Fi is slower than a snail on Valium. This, folks, is where the first "Oh, you have GOT to be kidding me!" moment hits. I need the internet. I HAVE a job. I need to be connected, but also I don't want to work. So I sit on my balcony and drink Aperol Spritz, and I watch the sun go down, but I also get work done. Which is the perfect balance.
- Evening: Dinner at the hotel restaurant. Attempt to order in Italian. Fail gloriously. End up with some sort of pasta dish that I suspect the chef just threw together because I looked confused. Actually, it's amazing. Turns out, the chef knows what he's doing. Thank. God.
Day 2: Montichiari Madness and the Great Gelato Debacle
- Morning: Brave a breakfast buffet. Attempt to master the art of the cappuccino. Fail miserably. It's too foamy. Drink it anyway. Stuff my face with pastries. No regrets.
- Mid-Morning: Explore Montichiari. It’s charming, in a slightly sleepy way. Walk around the piazza. Wander into a church (because, Italy). Get utterly lost. Love it. Find a tiny, hidden-away coffee shop, and the espresso is strong enough to raise the dead.
- Lunch: Find a tiny trattoria. Eat. Pasta. All of it. It’s divine. The servers are friendly, and they are amused at my attempts at Italian. I'm pretty sure they're just being polite.
- Afternoon: The Great Gelato Debacle: This is where it gets really good (and messy). I decide I NEED gelato. Like, a life-or-death situation. I find a gelateria. I stare at the rainbow of flavors. I freeze. Too many choices. I try to order. I point and mumble. The gelato guy is clearly used to it, though. He patiently explains the flavors in English. I land on pistachio and stracciatella. I take my first bite. And. HOLY. MOLY. It's the best gelato I've ever had in my life. It's so good, I almost cry. I order another cone. Then another. Then a takeaway cup for later. Yeah. I may have a problem. I’m basically a gelato-fueled tourist zombie, wandering the streets of Montichiari, blissfully covered in sticky, delicious goo. This is it. This is living. This is the essence of Italy. If I had more time, I'd go back for a fourth.
- Evening: Dinner at a recommended restaurant in Montichiari. Stumbled upon a local festival. Eat fried dough. Drink a ridiculous amount of red wine. Learn a few Italian phrases from a very enthusiastic nonna who keeps topping up my glass. Consider switching my flight home. Forever.
Day 3: More Food, More Fumbling, and the Farewell Feelz
- Morning: Another attempt at the breakfast buffet. Slightly better cappuccino this time. Victory is mine! Say a fond farewell to the pastries. They will be missed.
- Mid-Morning: Day trip! The Lake Garda area is calling. The drive reveals more of the Italian countryside, all gorgeous, and the lake is so pretty, it's actually obnoxious. Spend hours wandering around Sirmione, the charming little town. More gelato consumption, obviously.
- Afternoon: Return to Hotel Palazzo Novello. Spend a long time sitting on the terrace, staring out at the view, and wishing I could stay forever.
- Evening: Last dinner at the hotel, even though I'm thinking of just moving in. Tonight, I allow myself one last pasta dish. This time, I manage to order it in slightly better Italian. I feel so proud of myself. Say farewell to the staff, who are genuinely lovely.
- Late Evening: Pack. Which, let’s be honest, involves shoving everything haphazardly back into that suitcase that still hates me. Reflect on the trip. Realize I probably ate my weight in gelato. Feel a pang of sadness at leaving. But, also, a sense of content. It was messy. It was imperfect. It was real. And it was absolutely, undeniably, perfect.
Day 4: Departure (With a Heavy Heart and a Gelato Craving)
- Morning: The dreaded airport run. Somehow make it without stalling. Return the tiny Fiat. Say goodbye to Montichiari, with a promise to return… especially for the gelato.
- Afternoon: Plane ride home. Feel a wave of post-trip sadness. Immediately start planning my next adventure.
This is just a glimpse, of course. Every trip has its own unique moments, its own delightful disasters, its own gelato-induced epiphanies. That's the beauty of it, isn't it? The mess, the magic, the memories. Arrivederci, Montichiari. You'll be seeing me again. And next time, I'm bringing a bigger suitcase for the gelato.
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Unbelievable Luxury Awaits: Palazzo Novello, Montichiari's Hidden Gem! (FAQ - but like, a REAL one)
Okay, so you're thinking about Palazzo Novello in Montichiari? Smart move. Seriously, I've been. And let me tell you, it's not your grandma's B&B. This isn't one of those perfectly-curated Instagram feeds come to life (though it *does* make for some killer photos). It's... well, it's an experience. Let's dive into some questions, shall we?
1. Is it *really* as luxurious as it looks in the photos? Because, let's be honest, sometimes the internet lies.
Okay, fair question. I was skeptical too. Like, *deeply* skeptical. But I'm gonna be real with you: yeah, it's pretty darn luxurious. Think less "plastic gold trim" and more "hand-painted ceilings and actual, *usable* fireplaces." I remember walking into my room and actually gasping. Not a small, polite gasp. A proper, "Oh. My. God." gasp. (The kind that makes you slightly embarrassed at first, then you just embrace it). It's the little things, too. Like the ridiculously soft towels (seriously, I wanted to wrap myself in one and *live* there), and the turndown service with a small, exquisitely-made chocolate every night. It’s the sort of luxury you don’t have to *pretend* to enjoy – it just flows through you like a particularly fine vintage.
2. What's the food *really* like? I've seen pictures of... things.
Okay, the food. This is where it gets REALLY good. I'm talking about the kind of food that you dream about weeks later. And yes, the pictures are accurate. Exquisite presentations. Think gourmet food, really Italian. Fresh, seasonal ingredients. Delicious. And the breakfast? Honestly, I'd go back just for the breakfast. Freshly baked pastries, amazing coffee, and locally sourced honey. And the staff? They are actually lovely. They don't hover, but when you need something, they're there, ready to serve with a genuine smile and the kind of local knowledge that can make any trip that much better. Once, I ordered a simple Caprese salad and I swear, the tomatoes tasted like sunshine and happiness. Pure bliss. Food is just… phenomenal.
Oh! One slight (and I mean *slight*) imperfection: the portions are… well, let's say, *generous*. Be prepared to loosen your belt a notch or two. Totally worth it, though. Totally.
3. The location: Is Montichiari, like, *actually* interesting? Or just a convenient base?
Alright, real talk. Montichiari isn't *Rome*. Okay? Don't go expecting the Colosseum. But! It’s charming in its own way. It has a lovely, sleepy vibe. And the location is actually great for exploring the area. You can scoot over to Lake Garda for the day – which is stunning. I went to Sirmione and spent the time soaking up the sun, taking walks by the lake then, I took a ferry to the other side, which was a trip! I also made a day trip to Verona, which was totally worth it. So, Montichiari itself is more of a “charming village” vibe, with enough local restaurants and cafes to keep you occupied. But the Palazzo allows you to branch out.
4. What's the vibe? Is it stuffy and formal? Or can I wear my comfy travel pants?
Thankfully, no, it's not *stuffy*. (Thank goodness!) The staff are friendly and the atmosphere is relaxed. It's certainly elegant, let's say, but not in a way that makes you feel like you need to apologize for your presence. I saw people dressed up for dinner, but you wouldn’t feel out of place in nice casual wear. The point is to enjoy yourself. It's about feeling pampered, not being lectured on etiquette. Trust me, I spent half my trip in travel pants and I still felt like a queen. (Also, word to the wise: pack some nice-ish shoes. It does elevate things.)
5. Is there anything I didn't love? Be honest!
Okay, here’s the honest bit. And it's not a deal-breaker by any means. The internet in my room was a little… temperamental. Like, sometimes it was blazing fast, other times it was… well, let's just say it gave me a good excuse to disconnect and enjoy the actual *reality* of being there. (And honestly, I probably needed that). And it took me a bit to work out how the espresso machine in my room worked. Took me, like, a whole morning to master it. But that’s just a blip on the radar. Overall, it's pretty damn close to perfection. And yeah, it might cost a bit more than your average hotel. But sometimes, you get what you pay for. And in this case, you're paying for a memory. A damn good one.
6. The Experience: Tell Me More About *Your* Stay There. Down and Dirty.
Right, so I said it was an experience. Here, let me tell you. It was more than just a vacation, a place to sleep, but a total reset for me. It was the end of a long, cold winter. It was coming off a particularly stressful project at work. I was exhausted, burned out. I desperately needed a change, and this trip, this Palazzo… was a total escape. I remember arriving, slightly frazzled from the flight, and the staff greeted me with such warmth and ease. It's such a subtle touch and you don't initially realize how much it eases you. After I settled in, I went down for dinner. I ate at the restaurant within the Palazzo. I started with an amazing antipasto, the bread was freshly baked, and I had a glass of red wine. It was so good. And then the main course came, it was like I had never tasted anything like it before. It was a moment, an experience. It became a memory in itself. I spent every morning having breakfast in the sun-flooded courtyard. They had, seriously, the best croissants I’ve ever eaten. The coffee was perfect. I felt so relaxed. So, I would take walks in the nearby area; they have some beautiful trails. Each day, the housekeepers came in and they would light my fireplace. And then in the evening, after dinner, I’d settle into a comfy chair, drink a glass of wine, and read. I haven't had time to read in ages. I would spend hours reading, completely absorbed. It was simple, it was elegant, it was perfect. Coming back home I was a totally different person, and I just knew I needed to go back. I just rebooked!
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