Unveiling LUXE: Venice Residences' Opulence in Manila!
Unveiling LUXE: Venice Residences – Manila's Opulence… Maybe, Just Maybe? (A Messy, Honest Review)
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because we're diving deep into the shimmering, possibly-gilded world of Venice Residences in Manila. This isn't some sterile, corporate review, this is my experience. And let me tell you, it was… an experience. Think of it like ordering a perfectly crafted Venetian mask: beautiful on the surface, but with a few cracks and smudges if you look close enough.
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First Impressions (and a Slight Snag):
The Venice Residences, right? They're aiming for that whole Italian bella figura vibe. And from afar, they almost nail it. The building architecture is… impressive. Let's just say it's designed to make you feel like you've wandered onto a movie set. Arrival was a breeze thanks to the airport transfer. The doorman was super accommodating and the concierge were right on it. The lobby is pretty swanky, promising a level of luxury usually reserved for royalty…or at least, people who book early.
Then the reality check. Accessibility… well, let's just say this is where the cracks in the mask start to appear. While the elevator is thankfully a thing, and they claim to have facilities for disabled guests, I didn’t see the level of detail a place going for LUXE should have. This is important to note since it's a major component of a true "luxury experience", and the fact that the accessibility wasn't perfect brought the whole experience down a little bit.
Rooms - The Gilded Cage (Sort Of):
Okay, let's talk about the room. I had a non-smoking room, thankfully. The air conditioning was a lifesaver in the Manila heat, and the blackout curtains were a godsend for sleeping in. The bed? Oh, the bed was heavenly. Seriously. Cloud-like. And having a high floor meant amazing views. Score! There's a refrigerator, coffee/tea maker, and a free bottled water, which is always appreciated. The desk and laptop workspace were functional, and the internet access – wireless worked, but I also saw the offering of Internet [LAN]. I'm not sure who is still using a LAN setup in this day and age, but there it is!
But… there's always a but, isn't there? I noticed a few flaws. The carpeting felt a tiny bit dated, and the linens, while clean, weren't quite as luxurious as I'd expect. The bathrobes were fluffy, but the slippers felt a bit… budget. And the mirror wasn't quite as flattering as I'd hoped!
Things to Do: Spa Days and Poolside Dreams (with a dash of reality):
Okay, the good stuff. The swimming pool [outdoor] is seriously Instagrammable. Pool with view? Definitely. It's a picture-perfect oasis. The fitness center is decent, but I'm not sure if a gym is luxurious. The real star, though, is the spa. This is where the LUXE vibe truly shines.
I indulged in a massage (a must, obviously) and it was divine. The therapist was incredibly skilled. Total Zen mode. They also offered a Body wrap and a Body scrub. I skipped those this time around, but I'm tempted to go back just for those on my next trip. They also had a sauna, a steamroom, and a foot bath. The spa is a proper sanctuary. They seem to aim for a Spa/sauna vibe.
Food, Glorious (and sometimes slightly disappointing) Food:
The dining experience was a mixed bag, to be honest. The restaurants offer a wide range of cuisines. The Asian cuisine was actually really good, and the Western cuisine was pretty decent too. The breakfast [buffet] was… a buffet. Nothing exceptional, but a decent spread. They also offer Breakfast in room, which is a nice touch.
They had a coffee shop (essential!), a poolside bar, and even a snack bar. The food at the poolside bar? Pretty standard. Nothing to write home about. They also had an A la carte in restaurant and a Buffet in restaurant. I definitely took a bite out of a Dessert in restaurant at some point. They also offered a vegetarian restaurant.
They had Happy hour, which always helps! There were Restaurants and a Room service [24-hour]. I definitely asked for Coffee/tea in restaurant, and they also had a Salad in restaurant. They also had a Soup in restaurant.
The biggest issue? Consistency. One meal would be fantastic, the next, well, it felt like they were trying too hard, not quite hitting the mark. They should work on that.
Cleanliness and Safety - Did You Use That Anti-Viral Spray?
Okay, COVID-era realities. The staff are trained in safety protocol. There's Hand sanitizer everywhere. They had Sanitized kitchen and tableware items. I observed Physical distancing of at least 1 meter most of the time, and there was a lot of apparent effort put in this area. The room appeared to be Rooms sanitized between stays, but it appeared to be done in a cursory way.
They also offer Anti-viral cleaning products, and I felt generally safe, but I didn't see a Sterilizing equipment. The Safe dining setup appeared to be implemented. The safety measures were there, but I couldn't shake the feeling that the level of scrutiny wasn't quite what I had hoped for.
Services and Conveniences - The Little Extras (and some absences):
The concierge was helpful, but getting anything done felt like a long process. They have a convenience store, which is always handy, plus a dry cleaning service, laundry service, and an ironing service. They also have luggage storage, and cash withdrawal. The daily housekeeping was efficient.
They also had Facilities for disabled guests, though, as noted before, I was not able to make an honest assessment. There was a gift/souvenir shop. The doorman as amazing.
Getting Around and More:
Airport transfer – done! The car park [free of charge] was a definite bonus. They offered Taxi service, though I used a ride-sharing app instead. I didn't see a Car power charging station.
For the Kids:
I didn't travel with kids, but I did poke around a bit. They have a babysitting service, and some okay-looking Kids facilities.
Overall: The Verdict?
Venice Residences tries to be LUXE. And often, it succeeds. The location is great, the staff are mostly lovely, and the spa is heavenly. But it's not perfect. The accessibility issues are a glaring fault. The prices seem a little bit high.
Would I go back? Probably. The location and spa are enticing. But I'd go in with realistic expectations. And maybe bring my own slippers.
Final Score: 7.5/10 - A gilded cage with a few quirks, some sparkle, and a whole lot of potential.
Escape to Paradise: Your Dream Malibu Awaits in Albena, Bulgaria
Alright, buckle up, buttercups! We're going to get lost in the Luxe Venice Residences in Manila. Prepare yourselves for a whirlwind of canals, questionable plumbing, and a whole lotta gelato-fueled existential dread. Here’s the gloriously imperfect plan, forged in the fires of pre-trip anxiety and fueled by way too much caffeine:
LUXE IN VENICE: Manila Mayhem! (Or, as I like to call it, "Operation Spritzed in Spandex")
DAY 1: Arrival - The Canal Conundrum & Apartment Ailments
- 1:00 PM: ARRIVE at the Luxe Venice Residences, lungs already clogged with Manila's unique blend of exhaust fumes and street food aromas. The taxi driver, bless his heart, looked completely baffled by my attempts at pidgin-Filipino. "Ah, Luxe Venice? Mahirap (difficult)! Ma'am, you sure?" He probably knew something I didn't.
- 1:30 PM: Check-in. The lobby? Instagrammable AF. The staff? Surprisingly chipper, considering they probably deal with a daily influx of frazzled tourists like me. I'm handed keys to… "Apartment 3B, bella!" (Okay, that’s literally what the receptionist said. I am not making this up.)
- 2:00 PM: Apartment Inspection: Let's be real, this is where the "luxe" gets a little… questionable. First impressions: HUGE. Like, almost suspiciously huge. The "Venetian" decor feels less like a romantic escape and more like someone raided a prop shop.
- The Bad: One of the chairs looked like it was about to shed its legs. The shower? A gamble. The hot water was… temperamental. And the air conditioning howled like a banshee every time it tried to take a break.
- The Good: The view from the balcony overlooking the "canal"? Decently impressive. (Though less "Venice" and more "Manila water feature.") And the bed? Soft as sin. I think I'm going to spend a lot of time in that bed.
- 3:00 PM: Wandering around the Grand Canal (aka, Venice Piazza). It's a lot busier than the internet pics suggest. Tourists are everywhere. Gondolas are everywhere, but the gondoliers seem…a bit over it. I’m pretty sure I saw a gondolier on their phone. I have to admit: it's kind of awe-inspiring in a very artificial way.
- 4:00 PM: Panic-buying snacks and water at the 7-Eleven (a true Filipino necessity), trying to figure out where I fit into this whole fake Venice thing. The cashier, a teenager with a perfect smile and a nametag that read "Angel," was the most authentic Venetian experience I'd had so far.
- 5:00 PM: Attempt to book a gondola ride. The price? Highway robbery! I almost choked on my siopao (steamed bun). Decided to postpone the gondola drama till tomorrow (or, you know, next year.)
- 6:00 PM: Dinner at a vaguely Italian restaurant. It had the right accent, and lots of red sauce. It was…fine. The pesto wasn't pesto, but I was hungry. I had a very honest conversation with myself about travel expectations, jet lag, and whether I'm still cut out for all this.
- 7:30 PM: Stroll down the "canal" (again). The lights were, at least, very pretty. I watched the gondola rides, and the people looked genuinely happy. Maybe tomorrow I’ll get over the price and get on one.
- 8:30 PM: Contemplating my life choices, the state of the world, and the likely state of the plumbing in Apartment 3B while watching television in bed. Exhaustion is settling in.
- 9:30 PM: I'm in bed, wishing I had more energy to do something else.
DAY 2: Gondolas, Gelato & Grieving Over My Wallet
- 9:00 AM: Wake up. The banshee AC is at it again. Decide to embrace the cold and plan the day. This is how I'm doing it – embrace it!
- 10:00 AM: Breakfast: Instant coffee and a croissant I bought at the 7-Eleven. Fuel for gondola-based adventures.
- 11:00 AM: Gondola Ride: Okay, fine. I gave in. I booked the gondola. It's… surprisingly lovely. The gondolier, despite looking like he'd seen a few too many tourists, was actually quite charming. He sang, he pointed out "important" buildings (mostly restaurants and shops), and I pretended to understand the Filipino jokes he told. It was genuinely magical, and also a HUGE dent in my budget. Worth it, though.
- 12:00 PM: Gelato break! Found a place with ACTUAL gelato. Decided to go with the stracciatella (because, why not?). As I’m eating it, the reality of my budget finally hits home. This gelato will be my last one, for the next few days anyway.
- 1:00 PM: Wandering the shops. I'm desperately looking for a souvenir that isn’t overpriced trash. I also need to find a decent coffee shop that isn’t Starbucks.
- 2:00 PM: Found a small, local coffee shop. I almost cried with joy at the thought of a decent cappuccino. I also bought a small carving of a gondolier.
- 3:00 PM: Attempt to find a hidden gem: a bar, restaurant, or something! Tried to find something off the beaten path, but got lost in the labyrinth of the "streets." I was starting to feel a little stir-crazy.
- 4:00 PM: Found a cafe tucked away. I ordered a simple pastry. The place was packed! I got to observe the people moving around. People watching is my favorite pastime.
- 5:00 PM: Rest. The afternoon sun is brutal. I retreat to my room and think about the plumbing issues and the noise issues and if I should have booked a different place.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner, same Italian place from yesterday. I’m a creature of habit, what can I say?
- 7:00 PM: Another walk around the Venice Piazza. I feel different. The place is still artificial, but I accept it now. I feel at peace.
- 8:00 PM: Bed. I’m ready to face another day.
DAY 3: Departures, Reflections & Real-World Realizations
- 9:00 AM: Woke up, showered (no plumbing disasters!), and decided to embrace the day.
- 10:00 AM: Quick breakfast. Enjoyed it this time.
- 11:00 AM: Check-out. The staff wished me well.
- 12:00 PM: Goodbye, Manila. The Luxe Venice wasn’t the real Venice, it wasn't perfect, and it certainly wasn’t the budget-friendly trip I'd hoped for. But, you know what? It was fun. And, I suppose, that’s what really matters.
Post-Trip Ramblings:
- This trip wasn't a perfect postcard moment. There were moments of frustration, doubt, and sticker shock. The imperfections made it real, made it mine.
- Don’t be afraid of the small imperfections. They make a trip memorable.
- Manila, you're a crazy, chaotic, beautiful mess. And I kind of love you for it.
- And, yes, I’m pretty sure I now know EXACTLY how far my travel dollars can stretch. And maybe, just maybe, I'll be back for another dose of manufactured Venetian bliss. Until next time, Luxe Venice… Ciao! (or whatever the Filipino equivalent is.)
So, what *is* this "stuff" anyway? And, like, why are we bothering with fancy schema on it?
Oh, good question! (Finally, someone gets to the heart of the matter!). Honestly, "stuff" can be *anything*. The internet, the universe, the inside of my junk drawer – all stuff. Think of this as me, spilling my guts about… well, things. And the schema? Think of it as a super-duper organizational system. So, Google (and others) can actually *understand* what the heck I'm rambling about. Makes it easier for them to show you the right answers. It’s… optimization, or something. Ugh, don't get me started. It's like, they need to understand you, so you can be understood. It's kind of meta. And exhausting.
What if I *hate* this "stuff"? Like, absolutely loathe it?
Oh darling, embrace the hate! It's a valid emotion. Seriously. Okay, so maybe you find all this… well, to be a waste of time? Annoying? Pointless? Perfectly valid. I get it. Life’s short, the internet is a bottomless pit and honestly, you’ve got TikTok to catch up on. But, maybe, just maybe, poking around in the mundane, in my opinion, is kinda therapeutic in its own way. Like, you just gotta find the humor in the ridiculousness. Then, you might even have a chuckle! Or at least, get to vent in the comments section. That's a win, right?
Okay, fine. But what specifically *will* be covered in the “stuff”?
God, I wish I knew! (Please don’t judge me! I'm not THAT organized.) It could be anything from the existential angst of choosing a new brand of toothpaste to the sheer, unadulterated joy of finding a parking spot on a Saturday. It’ll probably involve a lot of ranting, a few moments of genuine insight, a lot of self-deprecation, and maybe, just maybe, some actual useful advice. Maybe. Don’t hold your breath. Like, there could be a whole thing about my failed attempt at making sourdough bread last week. The mess! The drama! My screaming toddler! It was… an experience. A profoundly humbling one. I'm still finding flour in places… I didn't even know it could *get* to.
Will this actually *help* me in any way? Like, practically?
I’m gonna be brutally honest with you: probably not. (See? Honesty!) But… who knows? Maybe you’ll find a kindred spirit. Maybe you'll realize you're not alone in your weirdness. That sourdough bread disaster? Yeah, I *know* there are others out there who've been through it. Misery loves company, right? And, hey, at least you’ll get a good laugh at my expense. It's a win-win, really! Okay, maybe not a win-win. More like a… slightly-less-lose-lose? Seriously though: temper your expectations. This isn’t a self-help book. It’s more like a self-*un*-help book.
Are you… are you okay? You seem… a little unhinged.
(Long pause, staring into the middle distance.) You think? Look, let's just say life's thrown me a few curveballs. And I'm… processing. Publicly. Using schema. Don’t worry about it. My therapist is booked solid, so this is my… alternative strategy for dealing with the chaos. Besides, who wants normal anyway?! It's so… *boring*. Embrace the crazy! (Or, you know, just click away. No pressure.) I'm working on it, okay?
Speaking of crazy, What’s the *craziest* thing that you think you ever did in the name of "stuff"?
Okay, deep breath. This is a hard, maybe even, embarrassing one. But fine, I'll spill. Remember that sourdough bread fiasco? Well, that was just a symptom of a larger, more… *ambitious* project. I decided, in my infinite wisdom, to try and build a tiny house. BY MYSELF. (Cue record scratch). I mean, I watched a few YouTube videos. How hard could it be, right? (Narrator: *It was very, very hard*). I'm talking, framing, plumbing, electrical… I'm talking blisters, tears, and the unwavering belief in my own delusion. The only thing it successfully got built was a whole new level of respect for actual builders! It's still a half-finished skeletal structure in my backyard. A monument to my hubris. And, honestly? I wouldn't trade that experience for anything. Even the splinters. Mostly. Okay, maybe not the splinters.
What's the worst advice you ever got?
Oh honey, the *worst* advice? Hmm… that’s a tough one... It’s a toss-up between "Fake it 'til you make it" (which, let's be honest, just led to more faking and less making) and "Just relax!". (Because, you know, *that's* helpful when you're about to have a full-blown panic attack). But the one that still stings? “You should try *everything* just once.” Now, that might sound adventurous and exciting, but trust me, it got me into some… *situations*. Let's just say, not all experiences need a second go-around. I'm looking at you eating durian.
Okay, I’m still not sure if I understand… But, alright, let's keep going. What are you *really* hoping to achieve with all of this?
Ugh. (Sighs dramatically). Okay, fine. Here’s the truth. I'm hoping to connect. To find some other humans out there who are just as confused, messy, and occasionally brilliant as I am. Maybe, just maybe, to remind myself that everyone’s flawed. And that, in the grand scheme of things, that's kind of amazing. Plus, I'm hoping this whole schema thing actually works so I get a few extra clicks on the search engines. I guess… the internet can be a lonely place. But it shouldn’t be. Or, at least, it shouldn't always *feel* lonely.
