Luxury Redefined: JW Marriott Mexico City Polanco - Your Dream Escape Awaits
Okay, buckle up Buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into a hotel review. This isn't your polished, corporate brochure version. This is the real, unfiltered, slightly messy, and definitely opinionated take on… well, let's just call it "The Hotel" for now. (We'll get to the name later, and trust me, it matters.)
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Right, now we can really dive in.
Okay, so The Hotel. First impressions? Well, let's just say my expectations… were somewhere in the realm of "hoping for the best, expecting a lukewarm experience." You know the drill. Especially after reading reviews online -- some people raved, others looked like they'd stumbled into a parallel dimension where everything was slightly off-kilter like some hotel version of the Twilight Zone.
Accessibility: (The Good, The Bad, The "Did They Even Think This Through?")
Right off the bat, big points for Wheelchair Accessibility. This was a major draw for me, as I was traveling with a friend who uses a wheelchair. The website promised accessible rooms and facilities, and for the most part, they delivered. The ramps were gentle, the elevators were spacious, and the hallways were wide enough to navigate with ease. Finding it was a bit of a pain, but there was enough information around to finally get there.
On-site accessible restaurants / lounges: The on-site restaurant had clear routes for wheelchairs.
What REALLY got me was the pool. (We'll get back to the pool. It requires a dedicated section.) But I had a great time exploring the areas.
- Accessibility Score: 8/10 (deducting points for that initial parking confusion and the slightly-too-high threshold at the spa entrance. Seriously guys, a ramp! It's not rocket science.)
Internet Access: (The Lifeline in a Digital World)
Okay, let's be blunt. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! is a non-negotiable these days. And thankfully, The Hotel knew this. The Wi-Fi signal was strong, reliable, and fast enough to stream a movie without buffering for all your room services and entertainment you wanna watch. Internet [LAN] was also advertised, but honestly, who uses a wired connection anymore? I did not check.
- Internet, Internet Services, Wi-Fi in Public Areas: Same quality as in-room.
- Internet Score: 9/10 (deducting a point, ONLY because sometimes the connection would hiccup at peak hours (apparently, everyone wants to watch cat videos at the same time. Go figure.))
Cleanliness and Safety: (Post-Pandemic Paranoia, and the Hotel's Response)
This is where things get interesting. The Hotel clearly took COVID seriously. And I mean, really seriously. The Anti-viral cleaning products? Check. Daily disinfection in common areas? Check. Hand sanitizer everywhere? You betcha. Staff were trained in safety protocol, and I saw the professional-grade sanitizing services in action frequently.
However… here's the thing. The room sanitization opt-out available (the fact that it was even offered showed that this hotel got it!). And the daily cleaning service.
Physical distancing of at least 1 meter was encouraged, but honestly, it was probably a bit hard on the weekend due to the number of guests.
- Cleanliness and Safety Score: 9.5/10 (deducting a half-point because, for all the effort, sometimes the air felt a tiny bit… sterile? Like, the opposite of "homey." Maybe it was the scent of the cleaning products…)
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: (The Highs, the Lows, and the Questionable Dessert)
Okay, food. Where do I even begin? The Hotel offers a vast array of choices, from A la carte in restaurant to Room service [24-hour].
Restaurants, Buffet in restaurant, Coffee/tea in restaurant, Desserts in restaurant, Snack bar, Vegetarian restaurant, Western breakfast, Western cuisine in restaurant. In my opinion, these were all great!
Asian cuisine in restaurant was… let’s just say, inconsistent. Some dishes were outstanding. Others tasted like they’d been assembled in a microwave. The Asian breakfast was great.
The Bar was a hit. The Happy hour deals were tempting, and the bartenders were friendly and knowledgeable. The Poolside bar was a lifesaver.
Coffee shop was good for a quick cup of coffee and snacks.
Breakfast [buffet] was a solid spread and the the Breakfast service was efficient.
Alternative meal arrangement was an option.
Bottle of water in all rooms? Bless you, Hotel Gods.
Desserts in restaurant. Mmm, a big no.
Dining Score: 8/10 (Bumping it up to a 9 because the bad was balanced out)
Things to Do, Ways to Relax: (The Spa Saga, and More)
Alright, so the Spa. Oh, the Spa. This deserves its own chapter, its own novel even.
- Body scrub, Body wrap, Foot bath, Massage, Pool with view, Sauna, Spa, Spa/sauna, Steamroom, Swimming pool, Swimming pool [outdoor]. These were all perfect!
It started innocently enough. I booked a massage. Which, let me tell you, after a long day of… well, everything, was exactly what I needed. The masseuse was amazing. Seriously, she could probably unravel a pretzel while simultaneously playing the piano.
Fitness center, Gym/fitness. These were well-equipped.
Pool with view, Sauna, Spa, Spa/sauna, Steamroom, Swimming pool, Swimming pool [outdoor]. Okay, here's the deal. The pool with a view. I'm talking infinity pool overlooking the city. It was stunning.
Things to Do, ways to relax. The location with the Shrine was great.
The Pool Experience - A Stream-of-Consciousness Breakdown
- Walking towards the pool. Anticipation building. Sunscreen application (crucial).
- The view. Holy. Moly. Breathtaking. Like, "I might actually cry from beauty" breathtaking.
- Sinking into a poolside chair. Ahhhhh. Sheer bliss.
- Ordering a cocktail. "Mai Tai, please!" (Because, vacation.)
- Sipping my Mai Tai, gazing at the city spread out before me. Everything is perfect.
- Then… I get a text from my friend, calling me from the pool area
- Oops, forgot about my friend
- The pool. I mean, wow. The water was crystal clear. The temperature was perfect. I could have stayed there all day.
- The sun. The warmth. The gentle breeze. Seriously, I don't think I've ever felt so relaxed in my entire life.
- More Mai Tais. Don't judge me.
- Sunburnt shoulder. Slightly less perfect. But still amazing.
- Realizing I've lost all track of time. The ultimate goal achieved.
Spa/Relaxation Score: 9.5/10 (minus a half-point for the slightly challenging entrance, but that view… it earns its place.)
Services and Conveniences: (The Little Things That Matter)
The Hotel offered a whole host of extra services, from Air conditioning in public area to Concierge, the Doorman, Dry cleaning, Elevator, Luggage storage, Meetings, the Meetings/banquet facilities, Safety deposit boxes, Smoking area, and Terrace.
Facilities for disabled guests. This was great.
Cash withdrawal. This was great.
Complimentary tea. This was great.
Dry cleaning. This was great.
Doorman. This was great.
Meeting/banquet facilities, Meetings, Meeting stationery, On-site event hosting, Outdoor venue for special events. These were great.
Convenience store. This was great.
Air conditioning in public area. This was great.
Business facilities. This was great.
Cash withdrawal. This was great. *
Okay, buckle up buttercup, because we're diving headfirst into my glorious, messy attempt at a JW Marriott Mexico City itinerary. Forget those sterile travel blogs, this is the raw, unfiltered truth. And trust me, there will be emotional outbursts. Let's go!
JW Marriott Mexico City - A Whirlwind of (Mostly) Good Decisions
Day 1: Arrival, Jetlag, and the Quest for a Decent Margarita
- 1:00 PM: Ugh, finally, Mexico City! Landed at Benito Juárez International Airport. The flight? Let's just say the screaming toddler situation was a real bonding experience for everyone involved (we're bonded now - in shared trauma, I think). Taxi ride to the JW Marriott in Polanco… which, by the way, is a damn palace. Seriously, the lobby could be a small art museum. First impression: fancy. And a little intimidating. I need a stiff drink.
- 2:00 PM: Check-in. Tried my best Spanish, which mostly involved, "Hola, uh… habitación?" The staff were, bless them, incredibly patient with my linguistic shortcomings. Room secured! Gorgeous. Floor-to-ceiling windows. Views of… something. Honestly, I was too busy collapsing on the bed in a jetlag-induced stupor to take it all in properly.
- 3:30 PM: Wake up! The hotel's allure couldn't keep my eyes closed any longer. Brain fog is real, people.
- 4:00 PM: The Margarita Hunt begins. I mean, what's the point of being in Mexico if you're not chasing the perfect margarita? First stop: the hotel bar. Service was impeccable (as expected), but the margarita was… fine. Acceptable. Not earth-shattering. I need to find the one.
- 5:00 PM: Wandered around Polanco. It's beautiful. Think expensive boutiques, chic cafes, and perfectly coiffed dogs being walked by impeccably dressed people. I felt suddenly… underdressed. And slightly intimidated.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner at a highly-acclaimed restaurant (name withheld for fear of revealing my culinary inadequacies - let's just say it involved a lot of things I couldn't pronounce). The food was good. Very good. Maybe even too good. My stomach is a delicate flower at the moment. Started to feel slightly overwhelmed by the sheer effort of being sophisticated. Need something simple.
- 8:00 PM: Back to the room. Collapsed. Maybe watched a bit of terrible TV. Too tired to do anything else. Jetlag is a cruel mistress.
Day 2: Culture Shock (in the Best Way Possible) and a Food Adventure
- 8:00 AM: Wake up. I actually slept! The magic of the hotel's blackout curtains, I swear. Head down for breakfast at the hotel.
- 9:00 AM: Buffet time! Glorious, sinful buffet. I went straight for the chilaquiles (obviously). This is what I needed. Fuel up.
- 10:00 AM: Determined to conquer the Museo Nacional de Antropología! (It's big, it's impressive, it's a marathon). I got completely lost and overwhelmed by the sheer volume of artifacts. I'm talking ancient civilizations, intricate carvings, and enough history to make your head spin. I have a very short attention span for museum things. But, hey, I tried.
- 12:00 PM: Lunch at a street food stall near the museum. No, I don't know if it's technically safe. But the tacos al pastor? Heaven. Pure, delicious, slightly spicy, porky heaven. I ate three. Worth the risk. I'm fairly sure I saw a local give me a slightly disgusted but impressed look.
- 1:00 PM: Wandered the streets, observing life. The vibrant colors, the chaotic traffic, the general buzz of the city. This is more like it! I'm finally starting to feel alive. I also got catcalled (which, honestly, was a little annoying, but whatever).
- 2:00 PM: Explored Chapultepec Park. Huge. Beautiful. Saw people paddle-boating on the lake. Seriously considering going for a paddle while I still can, but my energy is dwindling.
- 3:00 PM: More margarita research! Hit up a recommended cantina recommended by a local (the front desk). This one was better. Progress! They knew what they were doing, unlike that hotel bar! The quest continues.
- 4:00 PM: Nap time!
- 6:00 PM: Dinner: another highly renowned Mexican restaurant. Another stomach ache. I’m making notes. But, damn, the food was incredible. The flavors! The presentation! I am unworthy.
- 8:00 PM: Collapsed. Possibly cried a little from the sheer fullness of my stomach. Worth it.
Day 3: Tequila Trials and Airport Anticipation
- 9:00 AM: Room service breakfast (because, why not?). Eggs, fruit, the works. Fueling up for the final day!
- 10:00 AM: Day of the Tequila Tour and Tasting. I'm not usually a huge tequila drinker, but when in Rome… (or, you know, Mexico City). Visited a tequila bar/tasting room. Learned about the different types of tequila, which are made from different varieties of the agave plant, and how to taste it (which, apparently, is a whole art form). Then, the tasting began. A whole lot of small shot glasses.
- 11:00 AM: The effects of the Tequila. I had a moment of pure bliss.
- 12:00 PM: The museum again. Another attempt. Still overwhelmed.
- 2:00 PM: Lunch at a fantastic place.
- 3:00 PM: Packing. Ugh. The worst part of any trip. How on earth do I fit everything back into that suitcase? Where did all this stuff even come from?
- 4:00 PM: One last, desperate attempt to find the perfect margarita before heading to the airport. Success! This place had it all: the right tequila, the right lime, a perfect balance of sweet and sour. Pure, liquid perfection. My quest is (mostly) complete.
- 5:00 PM: Final walk around Polanco. Absorbing it all, one last time. Saying goodbye. This city is amazing.
- 6:00 PM: Taxi to the airport. The end. Or is it? I have a feeling I'll be back.
Final Thoughts:
This trip was a rollercoaster. Exhausting, exhilarating, and occasionally stomach-achingly filling. I loved the JW Marriott - it was a safe haven in a city full of vibrancy and constant surprises. And the city… the city stole my heart. Even with all the imperfections, the jetlag, the questionable food choices (let's be real, I ate everything), the overwhelming museums, and the emotional whiplash, Mexico City was an unforgettable experience. Adios, amigos. Until next time. (And next time, I'm definitely going to that Frida Kahlo museum…).
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So, Uh… What *Exactly* Are We Talking About Here?
Honestly? I'm not entirely sure. It’s like… a collection of thoughts, questions I have, things I’ve learned (the hard way, mostly), and maybe a few helpful tidbits thrown in. Think of it as a digital brain dump. Probably not the most *organized* one, but hey, that's life, right? There’s, like, a *vague* theme, but it’ll probably wander. Sorry.
Okay, But *Specifically* What's the Aim? What are we *DOING*?
Alright, alright, I get it. Structure is important, I guess. Hmm. Well, I’m trying to… share… *stuff*. Things I think you might find… useful? Entertaining? At least… not a *complete* waste of your time? It’s like trying to describe the plot of a dream – a bit murky, a lot of tangents, and probably very specific to *my* weird little world. Mostly, I'm just trying to figure out how to formulate and present this type of content without me sounding like a corporate robot.
Wait... Is This, Like, About... *Me*? Or… Something Else?
Oh, definitely a bit of *me*. I mean, *everything's* filtered through my brain, so… Yeah. I'm trying to be honest and real. Which might mean some… oversharing. And probably a *lot* of second-guessing myself. Look, I'm still figuring this out, okay? Maybe this is just a long rambling form of self-therapy. Who knows?
So, How Do I Actually *Use* This Mess… I Mean, This Valuable Resource?
Good question! Honestly, I haven't overthought this, but it's basically structured question-and-answer format, some headings, and a generous helping of my opinions and experiences. Start with the questions that grab your attention, skip the ones that don't. Read it in order or jump around. Totally up to you. Also, take everything with a grain of salt. Okay, maybe a *mountain* of salt. I'm no expert, just a… person.
Are There Any Specific "Rules" I Should Know About?
Um, not really. Except maybe… don't expect perfection. Or even coherence, sometimes. I get off on tangents. I overthink *everything*. Be prepared for that. Also, I'm going to be brutally honest, maybe to a fault. If you're expecting sugarcoating, you're in the wrong place.
What if I Disagree With Something? Should I, like, Scream at My Screen?
Totally your call. Scream, rant to your cat, write a strongly-worded email to… well, me! I welcome feedback. It’s how I learn (and avoid looking like a complete idiot, ideally). Just… try to be nice. Okay, maybe not *too* nice. Honesty is good. Just… don't be a jerk. Okay? Okay.
What's the Deal with All the Rambling? Why Can't You Just, Like, Get to the Point?
Well, here’s the thing: I *can* get to the point. Sometimes. But… my brain works like a pinball machine. One thought bounces off another, and then another, and before you know it, we're talking about the existential dread of mismatched socks (trust me, I've gone there). It's just… how I process. Plus, the tangents? They're often the most interesting part, right? At least, that's what I tell myself…
Is This All Based On Actual Experience? Or Is This Just Stuff You Pulled Out of Thin Air?
Oh, good god, it's based on *actual* experience. The good, the bad, the ugly, the face-plant-into-a-cake moments. I’ve been through it. I’ve messed up. I’ve learned (sometimes). So yeah, it's all real-world, as real as it gets when you're talking about the inside of my ridiculously overthinking head..
Can I Get a Specific Example? Like, Give Me Something Real!
Okay, fine. Let’s talk about… *that* time I tried to bake a cake. I'm talking, like, a *real* cake. Because I imagined myself creating a delicious homemade cake, beautifully decorated, and serving it to a room full of laughing, admiring friends. In reality, it was a disaster. The recipe was "simple," but I managed to mess up every single step. I burnt the outside and left the inside raw. The icing ended up looking like something that had been scraped off the bottom of a dumpster.
Okay… So What Happened With The Cake-astrophe? What Did You *Learn*?
First, I learned I should stick to store bought. Second, I learned not to trust recipes that say "easy." Third – and this is the big one – I learned that failure doesn’t mean you should quit… It just means you might need to adjust your expectations, lower the bar, and maybe call in reinforcements (a professional baker, perhaps). But more importantly, I learned to laugh at myself. Because seriously, have you *seen* that cake? It was hilarious. And the memory? Definitely worth the burnt sugar and the crumbly mess.
Will There Be More Cake-Based Stories? Or… Other Things?
Oh, absolutely. Expect a healthy dose of cake-related anecdotes. And, yes, other things. Lots of other things. I ramble. A LOT. I tend to double, triple,Book Hotels Now
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