Hotel Ritz Madrid – Built In 1910, At The Behest Of King Alfonso XIII,

Now, let’s spill the tea, or rather, let’s sip it in the grandeur of the Ritz, a property under the aegis of the Mandarin Oriental Hotel Group since 2015. A partnership with the Saudi Conglomerate Olayan Group has only added to its luster. The Ritz has undergone renovations that have kissed it with modernity while preserving its soul – those original features that tell tales of yesteryears. The carpets beneath my feet, creations of the nearby Royal Tapestry Factory, whispered stories with every step I took, cushioned in comfort, amidst an assembly of fresh flowers that seemed like a parade in honor of beauty itself.

The service? Imagine being cradled in arms that know only how to pamper. From the moment I waltzed in, it was clear: this place didn’t just offer a stay; it promised an experience. The Goya restaurant beckoned with open arms, and as I sauntered through, greeted by smiles that seemed to have been crafted just for me, I knew I was in for a treat. The summer terrace, with its melodious piano tunes, was my sanctuary.

There, sipping on Cava, then white wine, in a glass that seemed to magically refill itself, I was not just a guest; I was royalty.

For those plotting to throw a bash or say, “I do,” in a setting that’s nothing short of spectacular, the Ritz boasts function rooms that cater to whims and fancies ranging from intimate gatherings to grand soirees. Imagine tying the knot next to Los Jerónimos, the societal church, or dazzling your guests under the stars in spaces where orchestras once serenaded the night away.

Ritz Garden

But ah, the Ritz Garden, a nocturnal wonderland where the air is as intoxicating as the cocktails, and the ambiance, a love letter to romance itself. Under the caress of vine-covered pergolas, amidst fountains and exotic trees, I found my slice of heaven. The live piano, a soundtrack to an evening so perfect, I wished to bottle it up and take it with me.

Let’s not forget the rooms, each a realm unto itself, adorned with antiques, silk canopies, and artworks that speak the language of luxury. My deluxe suite was a spacious marvel with a view that could inspire sonnets. Overlooking the Prado Museum, it whispered stories of art and history, seducing my senses, enveloping me in a world where time stood still.

Dining at the Goya restaurant was akin to embarking on a culinary odyssey, a feast for the senses where Spanish cuisine was celebrated with a finesse that left me in awe. The Sunday brunch, a legendary affair, was a canvas of flavors, each bite a revelation, each dish a masterpiece served with silver that mirrored the hotel’s luminosity.

The Ritz’s location, a tranquil haven amidst the buzz of the city, offers the perfect escape. Steps away from cultural titans like the Prado and the Thyssen-Bornemisza, it’s a sanctuary where the din of the world fades, leaving behind a serenade of peace and refinement.

In closing, my stay at the Ritz Madrid was more than just a sojourn; it was a journey through time, a dance with luxury, and a romance with a city that wears its heart on its sleeve. As the English say, “have a nice day,” but in this Spanish paradise, it’s always a “Buenos Días” filled with promise and splendor. Here’s to the Ritz Madrid, where every moment is a masterpiece, every stay, a memory etched in gold.