Luxury St. Petersburg Apartment: 5-Ya Sovetskaya 6 Awaits!
Luxury St. Petersburg Apartment: 5-Ya Sovetskaya 6 Awaits! - A Review That's Real (and Probably Slightly Chaotic)
Okay, let's be honest. Planning a trip to St. Petersburg is enough to make anyone need a strong drink (luckily, they have bars, we'll get to that). And choosing a hotel? Forget about it. My brain practically short-circuits. But then I stumbled upon Luxury St. Petersburg Apartment: 5-Ya Sovetskaya 6 Awaits!, and, well, let me tell you, it's a journey. Buckle up.
First Impressions (and a bit of a panic about Accessibility):
Finding a hotel that actually cares about accessibility? It's a bloody quest. I'm not in a wheelchair myself, but I’m always thinking about loved ones who are, and frankly, it should be mandatory. Accessibility is a huge win here. The elevator, the elevator! (a crucial thing for any city hotel, really). I didn't scrutinize every single inch, but the presence of an elevator immediately put me at ease. They also mention Facilities for disabled guests, which is a very good sign. I am cautiously optimistic. Now, Wheelchair accessible – well, it's listed, so I am hoping they're actually doing this, and not just paying lip service. Definitely worth double-checking and clarifying before you book, especially if it's a crucial requirement.
The Digital Life - Because We Can't Live Without It (And Probably Shouldn't):
Seriously, can you even live without the internet in 2024? I can’t! Good news: Internet access is a total given. They've got Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!, which is, you know, crucial. And shockingly, they still offer Internet [LAN]. For those of you who remember plugging your computer into a wall – you’re welcome. They list Internet services, which I assume means they won't judge you for streaming cat videos all day. Wi-Fi in public areas is also there, which is great for plotting your next move while sipping your (hopefully strong) coffee in the lobby.
Rooms, Rooms, Glorious (and Hopefully Sanitized) Rooms:
Alright, let’s be blunt: I’m paranoid about cleanliness. I’m basically the Howard Hughes of hotel bathrooms, and yes, I’M JUDGING YOU. But, here's the good news: Rooms sanitized between stays. Anti-viral cleaning products. Daily disinfection in common areas. Professional-grade sanitizing services. They offer a Room sanitization opt-out available, which, frankly, is a little bonkers (unless you have some weird aversion to clean things). And they have Hand sanitizer which is, in today’s world, basically a requirement.
Now, the room itself, ah, it almost gave me a heart attack. Air conditioning? Check. Air conditioning in public area? Double-check. Alarm clock? Yes, because sometimes you need to actually get up. Bathrobes: YES! Bathtub, Separate shower/bathtub: bliss. Blackout curtains, thank sweet baby Jesus. Coffee/tea maker? Essential for survival. Desk (I had to write some scathing reviews, right?). Free bottled water. Hair dryer, for those glorious, windswept St. Petersburg moments. In-room safe box (to store your passport, or, you know, all the rubles you'll inevitably blow on caviar). Internet access – wireless (and LAN, for the luddites). Ironing facilities because you don't want to look like a crumpled mess. Mini bar (always a temptation). Non-smoking (THANK YOU!). Refrigerator (for the water, and maybe your emergency chocolate stash). Seating area (for admiring your impeccably ironed clothes, probably). Slippers, Smoke detector, Soundproofing, Telephone, Toiletries, Towels, Wake-up service, and Wi-Fi [free]. And a Window that opens! (Important for fresh air, assuming your room is not over the kitchen and the smell of borscht).
And the little extras…
I might need to spend a month there. Additional toilet, Interconnecting rooms (perfect if traveling with the in-laws…or not!), Laptop workspace, Mirror, Reading light, Satellite/cable channels, Scale (because the Russian cuisine is a siren song), Smoke detector, Socket near the bed, Sofa, Umbrella, Visual alarm, Extra long bed (hello, sleep!), On-demand movies, Linens, Closet(for the "I have nothing to wear" crisis), High floor, Complimentary tea, Mirror, Daily housekeeping… and a Socket near the bed. I am thrilled!
Spa-la-la-Land (and Potential for Overindulgence):
Okay, let's talk relaxation. Because after a day of trudging around the Hermitage, you need it. They have a Fitness center, which, fine, I should probably use. (But, you know…) Massage? YES, sign me up! Sauna, Spa, Spa/sauna, Steamroom…basically, a decadent dream. Pool with view and a Swimming pool? If the view is of the Neva River, I'm sold. Body scrub, Body wrap, Foot bath - I'm practically melting already. They also list Couple's room. (Honeymoon? Anniversary? Just a really good Tuesday?).
Food, Glorious Food (and the Potential for a Stomach Ache):
This is where things get really dangerous. Restaurants? Plural! A la carte in restaurant. Asian cuisine in restaurant. Bar. Breakfast [buffet], Breakfast in room. Coffee/tea in restaurant. Desserts in restaurant?! (My weakness). Happy hour (essential for dealing with tourists). International cuisine in restaurant. Poolside bar? Yes, please. Room service [24-hour], which is both incredibly tempting and possibly the death of me. Snack bar, Soup in restaurant, Vegetarian restaurant, Western breakfast, Western cuisine in restaurant. They even offer Breakfast takeaway service which is great if you aren’t feeling social. Bottle of water? Always needed! Alternative meal arrangement? Always appreciate it. Asian breakfast? YES. Salad in restaurant? Hope so. I just hope I survive this.
Services, Conveniences, and Things That Make Life Slightly Easier:
Air conditioning in public area. Air conditioning. Airport transfer. Audio-visual equipment for special events. Babysitting service (for those of you with tiny humans). Business facilities (if you must work…ugh). Cash withdrawal. Cashless payment service. Concierge. Contactless check-in/out (bless you, technology). Convenience store. Currency exchange. Daily housekeeping. Doorman. Dry cleaning. Elevator. Essential condiments. Facilities for disabled guests. Food delivery. Gift/souvenir shop. Indoor venue for special events. Invoice provided. Ironing service. Laundry service. Luggage storage. Meeting/banquet facilities. Meetings. Meeting stationery. On-site event hosting. Outdoor venue for special events. Projector/LED display. Safety deposit boxes. Seminars. Shrine. Smoking area. Taxi service. Terrace. Wi-Fi for special events. Xerox/fax in business center… I think I need a second mortgage.
Cleanliness and Safety (Because World Events):
They seem to take this seriously, and honestly, that's the bare minimum nowadays. Anti-viral cleaning products. Cashless payment service. Daily disinfection in common areas. Doctor/nurse on call. First aid kit. Hand sanitizer. Hygiene certification. Individually-wrapped food options. Physical distancing of at least 1 meter. Professional-grade sanitizing services. Rooms sanitized between stays. Safe dining setup. Sanitized kitchen and tableware items. Staff trained in safety protocol. Sterilizing equipment. Really, hats off. They are doing the absolute most
Getting Around (and Avoiding Getting Lost in the Russian Wilderness):
Airport transfer (THANK GOD). Bicycle parking. Car park [free of charge]. Car park [on-site]. Car power charging station. Taxi service. Valet parking… I never drive, but I am pleased!
For the Kids (Because, Again, Small Humans):
Babysitting service. Family/child friendly. Kids facilities. Kids meal. So, the kids are definitely welcome too!
The Deal - My Honest Recommendation (and Why You Should Book Now):
Look, I'm not going to lie, choosing a hotel in St. Petersburg is like navigating a political minefield. But
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Okay, buckle up, buttercup! This ain't your grandma's meticulously planned itinerary. This is a dive, headfirst, into the glorious, chaotic mess that is travel. And we're starting from, and ending at, my little haven on 5-Ya Sovetskaya 6, Saint Petersburg. Let's get this show on the road.
The Anti-Itinerary: St. Petersburg, My Way (or the Highway)
Day 1: Arrival and Existential Dismay
- Morning (9:00 AM): Arrived in Pulkovo Airport (LED). Luggage… well, it arrived. Thankfully. Managed to navigate the customs queue without accidentally starting an international incident. The first whiff of Russian air – a mix of exhaust fumes and what I swear was a hint of delicious smoked fish. Am I hallucinating already? Probably.
- (10:30 AM): Taxi ride to the apartment on 5-Ya Sovetskaya 6. The driver, a man named Dimitri, looked like he'd seen a ghost, which, considering this city's history, is probably par for the course. The apartment itself… le sigh. It's charmingly… lived in. Think slightly crooked wallpaper, a faint odor of old cigarettes, and a view of a courtyard that could double as a set for a post-apocalyptic film. I love it.
- (12:00 PM): Attempted to unpack. Failed. The suitcase exploded in a riot of socks and questionable travel souvenirs. Decided to embrace the chaos. It's the Russian way, right?
- Afternoon (2:00 PM): First meal: a quest for pelmeni, the holy grail of Russian dumplings. Found a tiny, hole-in-the-wall place near the apartment. The pelmeni were glorious. I may have eaten an embarrassing number. The babushka behind the counter gave me a look of maternal disapproval, and I felt oddly comforted. This is gonna be a fun trip.
- (3:30 PM): Wandered aimlessly down Nevsky Prospekt. The sheer grandeur of it all is overwhelming. The architecture is breathtaking, the people-watching is phenomenal. Got utterly lost. It's a superpower of mine, I swear. Luckily, I stumbled (literally) into a tiny cafe and inhaled a strong coffee - and an even stronger dose of people watching.
- (5:00 PM): The Hermitage Museum. Oh, the sheer scale of that place! I spent maybe an hour staring at the Winter Palace, then, maybe 30 mins in the Rembrandt room. The sheer arrogance of the art - it's truly stunning! I've never been so emotionally exhausted by art. Decided to find the nearest cafe, and consume 2 cups of coffee and a pastry the size of my head.
- Evening (8:00 PM): Return to 5-Ya Sovetskaya. Found a local convenience store (yes, a convenience store) and grabbed some supplies. The clerk didn't speak English, I didn't speak Russian, but somehow, we managed to communicate through a combination of grunts, gestures, and the universal language of pointing at snacks. Success!
- (9:00 PM): Collapsed in the apartment. Jet lag is a cruel mistress. The crooked wallpaper suddenly seemed less charming. Watched some random Russian television. Tried to decipher the subtitles. Failed miserably. Fell asleep with a bag of sunflower seeds clutched in my hand.
Day 2: Churches, Canals, and Cultural Overload
- Morning (9:00 AM): Woke up. Somehow. Survived the night. Had a quick, instant-coffee breakfast (a cultural crime, I know).
- (10:00 AM): Church of the Savior on Spilled Blood. Okay, even I, a decidedly non-religious person, was blown away. The sheer opulence, the intricate mosaics… it's almost obscene. The crowds, however, were definitely obscene. Managed to take a few pictures before I started feeling claustrophobic.
- (11:30 AM): Boat tour on the canals. Finally, some peace! This is the perfect way to see the city. The architecture, the beautiful river, all is so nice.
- Lunch (1:00 PM): Found a little restaurant that was, to my absolute surprise, not a tourist trap. Ate some amazing borscht and a plate of blini with caviar. It was ridiculously expensive, but hey, when in Russia… right?
- Afternoon (2:30 PM): St. Isaac's Cathedral. Another cathedral, I hear you say? Yes! But this one is different. The dome is amazing. Climb to the top is another, more intimate view of the city.
- (4:00 PM): Back to the apartment. I'm really liking the apartment on 5-Ya Sovetskaya 6. It's become my sanctuary, a place of imperfect calm amidst the manic energy of Petersburg.
- (6:00 PM): Dinner in a restaurant recommended by a friend. The food was amazing. I tried to speak some Russian with the waiter. He gave me a look of pity. I laughed!
- Evening (8:00 PM): Went to bed early. Fell asleep reading some Hemingway!
Day 3: The Palace Delirium and a Karaoke Catastrophe
- Morning (9:00 AM): Breakfast. Coffee, maybe some bread. Contemplating my life choices, as one does.
- (10:00 AM): Peterhof Palace. Oh. My. God. This place is Versailles on steroids. The fountains, the gardens, the gold… It's everything. My camera battery died halfway through, because, of course, it did.
- (1:00 PM): Lunch. Had a random meal at a place near Peterhof, it was cheap and had a terrible service.
- (2:30 PM): Back to the city. Wandered aimlessly again.
- (6:00 PM): Decided to embrace my inner Russian and hit up a karaoke bar. This was a terrible, terrible idea. My singing is… let's just say, it's an acquired taste. By the end of the night, I was pretty drunk and was belting out something in a language I didn't understand. I may have accidentally broken a glass. I definitely made some new, temporary friends.
- (10:00 PM): Taxi ride home. Dimitri from the first day! The universe is trying to tell me something. We exchanged a slightly tired smile. Got back to 5-Ya Sovetskaya 6 alive.
Day 4: Day of the arts!
- Morning (10:00 AM): Woke up late and did the usual breakfast.
- (11:00 AM): The Russian Museum. It might be considered a good museum, but it was too huge.
- (1:00 AM): Lunch. Found a nice French bakery.
- (4:00 PM): The Mariinsky Theatre! I had never seen any ballet before, and I have to say, it was a magical experience.
- (7:00 PM): Quiet dinner.
- (8:30 PM): Back to my favorite spot.
Day 5: Departure (and a vow to return!)
- Morning (8:00 AM): Last breakfast in the apartment. A feeling of sadness crept in.
- (9:00 AM): Packed. Managed to get everything (mostly) back in the suitcase. Said goodbye to the crooked wallpaper and the cigarette-scented air.
- (10:00 AM): Taxi to Pulkovo Airport. This time the driver didn't look like he'd seen a ghost, but he did have a collection of bobbleheads on his dashboard.
- (12:00 PM): Goodbye, Saint Petersburg! I barely scratched the surface, got lost more times than I care to admit, ate questionable amounts of pelmeni, and made an absolute fool of myself in karaoke. But it was perfect. I will be back!
- (2:00 PM): Landed back home. Jet lagged, exhausted, and utterly exhilarated. Already dreaming of my next adventure.
This "anti-itinerary" is my attempt to capture the essence of travel: the messy, the unexpected, the intensely personal journey. It's not perfect, it's not always pretty, but it's real. And that, my friends, is what makes it worth every single, glorious moment.
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So, "Luxury"? Really? Is it all chandeliers and caviar dreams?
Okay, look, "luxury" is a loaded word, right? Especially in Russia. It’s not like some perfectly manicured, sterile, *blah* luxury you might find elsewhere. Here, it's more… spirited. 5-Ya Sovetskaya 6 *aims* for luxury, and honestly, they mostly hit the mark. Yes, there are those chandeliers! I spent a good five minutes just gawking at the one in the lobby. And yes, the marble is positively gleaming. But… and here's where things get interesting... it's *Russian* luxury. It’s got this… *something* extra. A touch of the unexpected. Like, the doorman might be impeccably dressed, but he also might have a slightly world-weary look in his eyes that tells you he's seen some *things*. (And probably wants a cigarette. Bless him).
What's the *actual* apartment like? Spacewise? Viewwise?
Space? Honey, you get *space*. I'm talking potentially losing your keys *inside* the living room space. Okay, maybe not *that* much, but it's spacious. We're talking high ceilings that make you feel impossibly small, in the best way. The view? Depends. I was on the [Insert Floor] floor and… well, it was mostly rooftops and the next building over. Not panoramic postcard views, but, you know, a glimpse of St. Petersburg, unfiltered. You *feel* like you're living in a proper old-style city house. But I’d heard some higher floors… they got the good stuff.
Can I walk to the Hermitage? (Crucial question - tell me it's walkable!)
Walkable? Well, "walkable" is a subjective term, right? I mean, if you *really* love walking, and you're prepared for a bit of a trek through some seriously beautiful streets where you could get distracted by every single building, then, yes. Probably a solid 45 minutes or so, depending on your pace and the number of times you stop to take photos of those gorgeous facades. But, for a city like St. Petersburg, where every street is a treasure hunt, I'd call it... *delightfully* walkable most of the time. But when it rains, get a Bolt (similar to Uber)! Trust me.
Okay, but what about the *vibe*? Is the neighborhood… safe? Interesting? Lacking in soul?
Okay, the vibe. This is where it gets more… real. The neighborhood is pretty decent. Not the trendiest, not the flashiest, but it’s got that authentic St. Petersburg energy. Safe? Generally, yes. I walked around at night, and I didn't feel unsafe, but listen: always be aware of your surroundings, especially at night. Interesting? Absolutely. You're a short walk from a great supermarket! (Because food is life, trust me). Also, loads of cute little cafes and restaurants are hidden away… you just have to look for them. And soul? Oh, it's overflowing. Think about the history here! You can practically *taste* the echoes of Tsars, revolutionaries, and artists in the air. This is where I started feeling *seriously* into the place. It's not the polished, soulless luxury of a hotel chain. It's got… character.
The "Amenities." Spill the tea: What did you love? What made you want to scream?
The amenities, right? Okay, the "gym." Let's just say it's… compact. Possibly involving a couple of older machines that’ve seen better decades (and maybe a slightly creepy mirror). The WiFi was decent. The building had a weird little "laundry room" situation you had to book ahead of time (I never actually used it, because, HELL NO). But! The concierge service was amazing. Seriously. Needed a last-minute dinner reservation? They sorted it. Lost my phone? They were on it. They were the unsung heroes, honestly. The place has this little courtyard, it's lovely, it's an oasis from the city. But the *real* winner? The heated floors in the bathroom. *Heavenly*. Seriously. I'd move there just for those.
What's the deal with the service? Was it all white gloves and hushed tones?
Service? It was… a mixed bag. The doormen, as mentioned, were generally very helpful. The concierge? Top-notch. The cleaning staff… well, let's just say there was a bit of language barrier. But they were always friendly! And sometimes, the charm of slightly awkward communication is part of the experience, right? Sometimes there was a slight delay, maybe a bit of miscommunication. It's not the flawless efficiency of a Western luxury hotel. But it has a certain… humanity. You get the feeling that everyone is actually *trying*. And that’s something.
Okay, the Big Question: Would you stay there again?
Honestly? Yes. Absolutely. Despite the quirks, the slightly dusty gym, and the occasional communication hiccup, the place grew on me. I mean, I even started sort of *liking* the slightly wonky artwork in the hallway. It felt like a real place to live, not just a stopover. It had personality and, most importantly, it had St. Petersburg right outside the door. It's not perfect, but it's *memorable*. And isn't that what travel is all about?
The Most Important Review Section: The *Bathroom*. Spill.
Alright, let's get real for a second. The *bathroom*. Where do I even begin? This wasn't just any bathroom; this was a bathroom that had *seen things*. Okay, not literally. But it was a very, very nice bathroom. Marble. Heated floors (I mentioned this, I *know*). A deep soaking tub that I may have become overly attached to. The water pressure was *divine*. And the towels? Fluffy. I mean, crazy fluffy. Like, you could practically disappear in them. I'm not exaggerating when I say I spent a solid hour on the first day just *basking* in the sheer luxury of that bathroom. I contemplated moving my sleeping arrangements in there. Now, the *downside*: It was a bit of a journey from the bedroom. The bathroom was in the very back of this long hallway. Which is fine on a sunny day, but in the middle of the night, after a few too many vodka sodas from the bar around corner... it felt like a quest. A marble-floored quest. A quest that I made atSearch Hotel Guide
