Ankara's Hidden Gem: Peracity Hotel - Unforgettable Luxury Awaits!
Peracity Hotel Review: More Than Just Ankara's "Hidden Gem" (It's Complicated!)
Okay, so I just got back from Ankara, and let me tell you, navigating that city is an adventure in itself. Finding a truly great hotel? That's a quest. Everyone raves about the Peracity Hotel. "Hidden gem," they say. "Unforgettable luxury." Honestly? They're kinda right, and they're kinda… missing the full picture. Buckle up; this review is gonna be a rollercoaster.
First Impressions (and My Initial Freak-Out):
Driving up, the Peracity does have that "hidden gem" vibe. It's tucked away, not exactly screaming for attention like some of those towering, soul-sucking corporate hotels. The exterior is pleasant, nothing mind-blowing, but the lobby! Woah. Marble. Chandeliers. People in suits looking very Important. My first thought? "I am way underdressed." (I’d packed for a hiking trip, apparently forgetting I'd also booked a luxury hotel. Oops.)
They have that whole "contactless check-in/out" thing, which I love. Less human interaction means less chance of awkward small talk while I sweat from the airplane! The staff, despite the polished vibe, were genuinely friendly. Not that fake, overly enthusiastic friendliness, but actual, helpful people. Bonus points.
Accessibility (and My Uninformed Blunder):
I didn’t specifically need anything accessibility-wise, but I wandered a bit, and I noticed everything seemed pretty damn accommodating. The elevator was massive. I saw a disabled person in the lobby using a wheelchair. The facilities for disabled guests seem to be a priority for this hotel. Kudos Peracity!
Rooms: Swankiness Overload (And a Mild Panic Attack):
My room… okay, my room. Let's just say it was palatial. (Seriously, I think my apartment back home is smaller). The bathrobes! Plush, fluffy, just begging to be embraced. And the view! I swear, the curtains were practically begging to be drawn so that I could sit on the incredibly soft sofa and just appreciate the amazing view. The bathroom phone? Really?! I just wanted to take a bath, not accept a call from my long-lost uncle in the middle of my favorite relaxation time! I spent about an hour taking pictures and gawking. The "complimentary tea" situation was top-notch. They even had a scale! (Gotta maintain the image, right?)
Minor Issue Alert: The air conditioning played a relentless game of "too cold, too hot, too cold." I spent half the night fumbling with it. The bed was dreamy, though – I almost didn't care.
Wi-Fi & Tech Stuff (because, priorities):
Free Wi-Fi in all the rooms? YES! I'm a digital nomad, people. That's crucial. They also had Internet access – LAN (for the old-schoolers, I guess) and a laptop workspace (thank god!). The Wi-Fi was, mostly, reliable, a massive win in my book. The desk was surprisingly comfortable, which is a big deal when your work is your life.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking (where things got interesting):
Restaurants: Plural! And they didn't just have them; they were actually pretty good. I’m a sucker for a breakfast buffet, (I am a sucker for food, period.) and Peracity delivered. The usual suspects – eggs, pastries, fruit, but the Asian breakfast section… mind blown. I can honestly say the food on the buffet was the best I have ever tasted! The coffee shop was perfect for a quick caffeine fix while I worked, and the poolside bar had stunning views. The menu included salad, soup, and desserts. Even had vegetarian options.
The "A La Carte" Restaurant Adventure: I tried the a la carte in restaurant one night. This is where things got… complicated. The food was phenomenal; I ordered the steak and it was cooked to perfection. But the service? So slow. Like, "I'm starting to question my life choices while staring at this empty bread basket" slow. I actually got a little hangry. (A word, I know, but descriptive.) But, look, the food was so good, I eventually forgave them. (My stomach doesn’t hold a grudge like I do.)
Room Service (24-hour!): Life saver. Especially after a long day of exploring. The room service options were extensive, and the food was surprisingly good. I ordered a salad, and the delivery was timely.
Ways to Relax & Unwind (the good stuff, mostly!):
This is where Peracity really shines. The spa is incredible. They have a sauna, a steam room, a pool with a view, and massage. I indulged in a body wrap and a body scrub. I'm not gonna lie, it was amazing. The massage was also great. I also checked out the fitness center (I felt slightly guilty about the amount of amazing food I was consuming). They also had a foot bath option, but I did not partake.
Minor Complaint: The swimming pool was outdoor, and it wasn’t heated. I would have loved to take a dip in the pool after a long day, but it was too cold for me to use it.
Cleanliness & Safety (essential in the post-pandemic world):
Peracity takes this seriously. The rooms are sanitized between stays. They use anti-viral cleaning products. They had hand sanitizer everywhere. The staff trained in safety protocol. They even had individually-wrapped food options. Made me feel pretty secure.
Services & Conveniences (the extras that make a difference):
The Concierge: A lifesaver. They helped me with everything from booking taxis to finding a good dry cleaner. The Elevator: Essential. I don’t have the energy to hike up ten flights of stairs. Laundry Service: Thank goodness! Front Desk (24-hour): They are always there to assist.
Things To Do (besides lounging around):
The Hotel is a little bit outside of the tourist city center. Peracity offers airport transfer, which makes life so much easier. They have a car park [free of charge] so you can drive your own car if you desire to.
For the Kids (I didn’t travel with any, but I noticed):
The hotel is family/child friendly, and they have kids facilities.
The Oddities & Quirks (because no place is perfect):
Shrine?! Yes, there's a small shrine somewhere on the property. I'm not sure why. It's just a little bit weird. Proposal Spot: I’m not sure if I’d pick the Peracity specifically for a proposal, although the settings do make it tempting.
The Verdict (unfiltered and honest):
Peracity Hotel? It's really, really good. Despite the minor hiccups (that rogue air conditioning, the slow restaurant service), the positives far outweigh the negatives. The rooms are luxurious, the spa experience is heavenly, the food is delicious, and the staff are genuinely helpful. Is it a "hidden gem?" Maybe not so hidden anymore. Is it worth the price? Absolutely, most of the time. I highly recommend it, BUT…be prepared to overpack.
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Okay, buckle up buttercups, because here's my utterly chaotic, probably slightly delusional, but definitely real itinerary for a trip to Peracity Hotel in Ankara, Turkey. Consider this less a perfectly polished travel guide and more a series of slightly unhinged notes from the trenches of my own holiday… or, you know, whatever passes for a holiday when I'm involved.
Peracity Hotel Ankara: Operation "Find My Sanity (and Maybe Some Baklava)"
Day 1: Arrival and Immediate Gratification (Because, Turkey!)
- 14:00: Land in Ankara. Pray the luggage makes it. Pray harder it wasn't swapped with someone's collection of porcelain cats. (Seriously, what's with the airports and lost luggage? I'm half-expecting a mime to "find" my suitcase eventually while looking sad).
- 15:00: Taxi to Peracity Hotel. First impressions: Ooh, fancier than I expected! Lobby is all marble and shimmering… I immediately start humming a dramatic opera aria in my head.
- 16:00: Check-in. Attempt to understand the extremely enthusiastic receptionist who speaks fluent Turkish (obviously) and a charming, yet baffling, brand of English. Successfully secure a room, which, praise Allah, has a window. I’m easily pleased.
- 16:30: Room assessment. The view is… city-ish. Fine. The bed is… inviting. Excellent. The minibar… a potential source of joy and despair. I’m already planning the strategic placement of chocolate that I’ve brought.
- 17:00 - 19:00: The real reason I’m here: Find Food. Immediately. No messing around. Google Maps to the rescue! Discover a tiny little lokanta (small, local restaurant) down the street. Order everything. Literally. Like, the whole menu. (Okay, maybe not the whole menu, but I was very enthusiastic.) Ended up with some kind of stew that was so flavorful, so deeply satisfying, that I nearly cried. It was that good. Pure, unadulterated, "I'm-alive-and-this-is-delicious" bliss. Seriously, if you find yourself in Ankara, hunt down a tiny lokanta. It’s like culinary therapy.
- 19:00 - 21:00: Stagger back to the hotel, food-drunk and utterly content. Decide that a nap is essential. Before I even unpacked. This is the official start of my "relaxation phase."
- 21:00: Attempt to watch TV. Fail. The Turkish channels don't understand my need for mindless entertainment. Drift off to sleep, dreaming of stew and a life free of porcelain cats.
Day 2: Museum Mayhem and Turkish Coffee Tremors
- 08:00: Wake up. Realize I'm still in Turkey. Bonus! Drag myself out of bed. Hotel breakfast buffet. Attempt to be civilized but end up piling my plate high with delicious things. The Turkish breakfast spreads are an absolute phenomenon. Feta cheese, olives, eggs, bread, honey, jam… it’s a carb-lover’s paradise. I, of course, am a carb-lover.
- 09:30: Hit up the Museum of Anatolian Civilizations. I am an idiot. I am terrible at museums. But I felt I had to be cultured. Get lost in ancient pottery and vaguely threatening statues. Pretend to understand the history (mostly I was just admiring the craftsmanship and wondering how they moved those enormous stones around without forklifts or decent footwear). Pretend to look cultured. I blame my lack of museum expertise on getting distracted by a particularly shiny piece of jewelry. It was just calling to me.
- 12:00: Escape the museum. Need caffeine immediately. Find a tiny coffee shop nearby – lured in by the aroma of roasting beans. Order Turkish coffee. Prepare for the caffeine jitters of my life.
- 12:30: The Turkish coffee arrives. Small. Strong. The grounds are still there. Prepare for my impending doom. It's delicious! Get caught up in the Turkish coffee-fueled buzz. Start gesticulating wildly, attempting to discuss world politics with the barista. He just smiles and nods. I think he knows I have no concept of what I'm saying.
- 13:00 - 15:00: Wander around the old town. Get gloriously, wonderfully lost. Discover hidden courtyards, tiny shops overflowing with trinkets (bought a ceramic plate, because, why not?). Find myself staring at a rug shop…for hours. Decide that my apartment needs that rug. Completely and utterly change my mind 10 minutes later.
- 15:00: Decide I need more baklava. Research. Find a place that looks promising. It is. The baklava is so syrupy, so nutty, so utterly perfect that I briefly consider abandoning my entire life to become a professional baklava-eater.
- 16:00 - 18:00: Nap. Necessary after baklava immersion.
- 18:00: Dinner at a restaurant with live music. Absolutely no idea what they were saying, but the music was fantastic, and the food was… well, I ordered "something delicious." Turns out “something delicious” included lamb, which was cooked beautifully and made me nearly cry again. I have a serious relationship with Turkish food.
- 20:00: Stumble back to the hotel, utterly exhausted but completely happy. Contemplate writing a travel blog solely dedicated to praising Turkish cuisine.
Day 3: Hamam Hijinks and Farewell Feasts (Maybe…or Maybe Not a Farewell!)
- 09:00: Breakfast. Because, food.
- 10:00: Hamam time! Booked a traditional Turkish bath at a place recommended by the hotel. It was… an experience. Nakedness, scrubbing, massages… all in a steamy marble room. I felt like a cleaned chicken, but in the very best way. It was wonderfully relaxing, after the initial awkwardness of being mostly naked in a public place, with a woman who basically scrubbed my life's accumulated stress off my back.
- 12:00: Feel like a new human. Drink a ridiculous amount of water. Shop a bit.
- 14:00: Attempt to navigate Turkish public transport. Fail hilariously. End up taking a taxi. Realize I'm going to be completely broke by the time this trip is over. Oh well, I am now culturally enrich!
- 15:00: Last-minute souvenir shopping near the hotel. Buy far too many things. My suitcase is already groaning in protest.
- 18:00: One final, extravagant Turkish feast. Choose the most recommended restaurant. Order everything I haven’t eaten yet. Eat the entire menu (almost). Consider asking if they have baklava for dessert.
- 20:00: My stomach now weighs more than my luggage. Roll back to the hotel.
- 21:00: Pack. Attempt to cram everything I bought into my already bursting suitcase. Fail. Realize I need to buy another suitcase. Curse myself for being such a terrible packer.
- 22:00: Contemplate never leaving. Ankara is amazing. Turkish food is a gift from the gods. The people are welcoming and kind. But I have to go. Or do I…?
- 23:00: Final attempt to finish my book. Fail. Watch random channels.
Day 4: Departure. (Or Maybe Not?)
- 07:00: Wake up with a start. The fear of missing my flight.
- 08:00: One final Turkish breakfast (because, habits).
- 09:00: Check out.
- 10:00: Taxi to the airport.
- 11:00: Board the plane.
- 11:01: Already missing Ankara. Plan my return.
- The End (or, More Likely, The Beginning of Another Trip)
So there you have it. My Peracity Hotel Ankara experience. It wasn't perfectly planned. It was full of food, laughter, and a few moments of sheer panic. But that's what made it memorable. And you know what? I wouldn't have it any other way. Now, If you'll excuse me I'm going to go look for Baklava… and maybe start the planning for my next visit! (Ps. Pack comfortable shoes!)
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Okay, spill the beans! What *is* Peracity Hotel, and why should I even care?
Alright, alright, buckle up buttercup, because Peracity Hotel is… well, it's a *thing*. Seriously. It’s not your cookie-cutter, bland hotel experience. Think hidden gem, kinda tucked away (which, honestly, is part of its charm, away from the Ankara chaos), and dripping with a certain… je ne sais quoi. It's luxury, yes, but the kind that doesn't feel stuffy or pretentious. Instead, it feels… lived in. Like a really, really well-appointed, stylish aunt's house.
Why you should care? Because you deserve a break from the usual. Because you’re craving something different. Because, honestly, their breakfast buffet almost made me weep tears of joy. Seriously. And I’m not usually an emotional breakfast person.
The website boasts "unforgettable luxury." Sounds… salesy. Is it *actually* luxurious, or just, you know, a slightly nicer Holiday Inn?
Okay, deep breath. Salesy, yes, I admit. But here's the thing: they're not *entirely* lying. The rooms? Spotless. The bed? Cloud-like. The bathrooms? Ooh la la! (That marble...just wow). But it's not just the stuff, the *things*, that scream luxury. It’s the *feeling*. The staff, for instance, are incredibly attentive without being suffocating. They remember your preferences. They sort out your little travel mishaps with a smile, without a hint of “ugh, tourists.” (And trust me, *I* had a few…).
I’d call it… elevated luxury? Like, you know, a really, really fancy Airbnb but run by people who actually *care* and aren’t trying to squeeze every last penny out of you. Definitely *not* a Holiday Inn. Unless Holiday Inns started giving out free Turkish Delight and actually *good* coffee.
What about the location? Ankara can be… a bit of a beast. Is it convenient? Safe? Far from everything?
Okay, location-wise, the Peracity is… well, it’s *there*. It’s not smack-bang in the middle of the tourist craziness, which, surprisingly, is a *massive* plus. It’s in a quieter area, making it feel peaceful after a day of battling Ankara’s traffic. It’s generally safe, felt perfectly safe walking around at night (within reason, don't be a fool!), and taxis are readily available. They're also relatively well-priced by Ankara standards.
Access to the main attractions is decent, though. You'll need a taxi or a dolmuş (mini-bus) to get around frequently. But honestly? I barely left the hotel for the first 2 days. The pool was calling my name, and the cocktails... well, they knew my name too. Plus, the proximity to some quirky cafes is a win. I found the cutest bookstore just a 10-minute walk away. Peracity's location is a win-win, really. You're close enough to experience the city, far enough to chill.
*Pro Tip:* Learn a few basic Turkish phrases. It goes a long way, and the hotel staff is especially appreciative. Although, they all speak English, you'll get better service if you try! It's a win-win!!!
Okay, let’s get to the nitty-gritty. The rooms… are they worth the price?
Ah, the million-dollar question… or, well, maybe the thousand-dollar for a couple of nights question. Look, Peracity isn’t the cheapest place in town. That’s a fact. But are the rooms worth it? For me? Absolutely. The space, the comfort, the VIEW (if you get the right room!), the little touches… It all adds up. When I got in I was exhausted. And I just melted into that bed. I felt like I could finally just breathe, which is something Ankara can sometimes make difficult!
I will say, *consider* what kind of trip this is. If you're on a super-tight budget and planning to spend all your time out, exploring, then maybe look around. But if you're looking for a comfortable base, a bit of pampering, a place to retreat to and recharge – and, you know, treat yourself – then yes. The rooms are absolutely worth the investment. (Especially that breakfast. Did I mention the breakfast?!)
What's the vibe like? Is it all couples smooching, or can I go solo without feeling like a weirdo?
The vibe? It’s…sophisticated, but not stuffy. It's definitely *not* all couples smooching! I saw families, business travelers, even a lone wolf like myself reading a book at the bar. But here's the thing I love most: It’s *inclusive*. You don’t get the feeling of, "Oh, you're not posh enough to be here." The staff are friendly and welcoming to everyone, no matter who you are.
So go solo! Read a book! Order the ridiculously good cocktails! You'll fit right in. In fact, I would go as far as saying the solo travelers are treated like royalty because they are the ultimate reflection and representation of the Peracity; a hidden gem!
Okay, you’ve mentioned the breakfast… lay it on me. What's so special? Is it all just bread and jam?
Bread and jam?! Please! (Though, to be fair, their bread *is* good…) The breakfast…oh, the breakfast. It's a *spectacle*. A glorious, delicious, never-ending spectacle. Imagine this: a buffet, stretching as far as the eye can see! Freshly baked pastries (Turkish delight, anyone?), a huge spread of cheeses and cured meats, olives, fruits, fresh juice, a proper coffee machine (not that instant junk!), eggs cooked to order… I could go on. I seriously contemplated just staying in the breakfast room all day.
And here's a totally embarrassing anecdote. I spent *way* too long debating whether or not to have a fourth pastry. I was absolutely stuffed, but I couldn’t resist those little, flaky, buttery somethings. I *almost* missed my morning spa appointment because of that breakfast. Worth it? Absolutely. Totally and completely worth it.
If you're a breakfast person, you'll *love* it. If you’re not a breakfast person… you will *become* one.
What are the downsides? Because there *must* be some, right?
Okay, okay, I’m not completely blinded by breakfast bliss. There are *minor* downsides, depending on who you are. First, the location can mean needing a taxi for some things. Public transport is available however, ifBackpacker Hotel Find
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