Basel's Hidden Gem: Euler Hotel's Unbelievable Luxury Awaits!
Basel's Euler Hotel: Buckle Up, Buttercups, It's a Trip (and Definitely a Hotel!)
Okay, so Basel. Honestly, before this trip, I pictured a city full of… well, I’m not sure what, but it wasn't this. And the Euler Hotel? Forget "hidden gem." It's more like a glittering, slightly-secret, ridiculously luxurious… thing. I mean, seriously, prepare to have your expectations, and possibly your budget, utterly demolished.
Let's dive in, shall we? Because honestly, I'm still unpacking the sheer amount of amazingness.
First Impressions: Pure Swiss Delight (and a Tiny Bit of Panic)
Walking into the Euler, you're immediately hit with this… feeling. It's not stuffy, thankfully. It's elegant, yes, but also… welcoming? Like, seriously, the lobby is so bright and airy, you actually want to hang out. And the front desk staff? Super efficient, super friendly. They practically anticipate your needs. (And trust me, after a long flight, anticipating my need for caffeine is a very good thing.)
The Accessibility here is pretty darn good, too. Wheelchair accessible it is, with an elevator to whisk you to your palatial suite. I'm talking ramps, grab bars – the works. This isn't an afterthought; it's clearly part of the whole vision. They've even got facilities for disabled guests detailed on their website (which, by the way, you can find easily with a quick search – internet access is a given; they practically throw free Wi-Fi at you from the moment you arrive!).
The Room: My Personal Palace (and the Problem with Blackout Curtains)
My room? Oh. My. God. Seriously. Forget the standard hotel room. This was a suite. A suite with… everything. Air conditioning that actually worked (a miracle!), a ridiculously comfy extra long bed, and soundproof rooms – I swear, I couldn't hear a thing, even when the guy across the hall was undoubtedly practicing his opera singing. They’ve got blackout curtains, bless their Swiss hearts; absolute bliss after a jet lag-addled night of staring at the ceiling.
But… (and there’s always a "but," isn't there?)… I may have gotten a little too comfortable. I slept so soundly, I almost missed my spa appointment (more on that later!). Lesson learned: wake-up service is your friend. Or, you know, maybe set an alarm clock. (Duh.) And speaking of creature comforts, the complimentary tea and coffee maker in the room was a lifesaver. And the minibar… well, let’s just say it was well-stocked. (Don't judge, I was on holiday!)
And let's not forget the bathroom! Separate shower/bathtub! They've got bathrobes, slippers, toiletries galore. And a mirror with a light that actually flattered my tired face. That's a win! The safe box was good too.
Cleanliness and Safety: Feeling Safe in a Pandemic and Beyond
Now, I'm a bit of a germaphobe (don’t judge!), so this was a big deal for me. The Euler takes cleanliness and safety seriously. Anti-viral cleaning products, daily disinfection in common areas, rooms sanitized between stays, staff trained in safety protocol – they’ve got it all. They even offer room sanitization opt-out, if that's your jam. I loved that they had hand sanitizer everywhere and individually-wrapped food options. They're clearly putting in the effort. And yes, they have CCTV in common areas.
Spa Sensations (and the Near-Catastrophe of My Body Wrap)
Okay, THIS is where things got really good. The Spa at the Euler? Pure heaven. I treated myself to a body wrap (which may or may not have involved me almost falling asleep and drooling all over myself – don't tell anyone!). Seriously, the spa/sauna combo was divine, but the massage… phenomenal. Afterwards, I spent a solid hour just lounging by the pool with a view. I mean, seriously, the view! It's probably the best swimming pool [outdoor] view I've ever seen.
And I'm not exaggerating. You can literally see the whole city from here. The steam room? A perfect way to close out the experience. They even have a fitness center, if you're one of those people who feels guilty about, you know, enjoying life. (I am not one of those people, naturally.) They even had a foot bath! A freaking foot bath!
Food, Glorious Food (and My Ongoing Love Affair with the Buffet)
Alright, foodie alert! The food scene at the Euler is… let’s just say it’s a highlight of my vacation. The breakfast [buffet] is legendary. I'm talking mountains of fresh fruit, pastries that practically melt in your mouth, and the best coffee/tea in restaurant I've had in ages. Seriously, between the Western breakfast and the Asian breakfast, you are very well looked after.
And the restaurants? Okay, this deserves to be in Dining, drinking, and snacking. There's an a la carte restaurant, a vegetarian restaurant, and a coffee shop. There’s even a poolside bar, which is essential for happy hour. I tried a bit of everything (don't judge!), and it was all superb. I'm talking international and western cuisine, the salads were incredible, and I may have snuck a few desserts for an afternoon snack. They have a Bar and a snack bar too.
Services and Conveniences: Swiss Efficiency (and a Tiny, Adorable Dog that Made My Day)
Okay, efficiency. The Euler is seriously on point. Concierge? Amazing. Daily housekeeping? Flawless. Laundry service? Easy peasy. They even have a convenience store for those last-minute essentials (like, you know, extra chocolate). If you need anything, they can help. Currency exchange? Check. Car park [free of charge]? Check. Valet parking? Also check.
And here's a quirky observation: I saw a tiny, fluffy dog being walked through the lobby! Yes, the Euler is also (pets allowed - contact the hotel directly for details!) Family/child friendly, they supply babysitting service, and even have kids facilities.
Getting Around: Smooth Sailing (or Maybe a Taxi)
Getting around Basel is a breeze. You can easily hop on the public transport. Although the airport transfer option is something to seriously consider, especially if you're arriving after a long flight (like I did!). They also offer Car park [on-site].
The Bottom Line (aka My Highly Subjective Verdict)
The Euler Hotel? It's not just a hotel; it's an experience. It's luxury without the pretension. It's efficient without being sterile. It's beautiful, comfortable, and utterly unforgettable. It's the kind of place where you check in, and immediately start plotting how to stay forever.
Would I go back? In a heartbeat. In fact, I'm already planning my return.
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- Sumptuous Suites: Sink into your haven of tranquility, complete with plush amenities, stunning views, and all the comforts you could desire.
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- Culinary Delights: Savor exquisite cuisine at our acclaimed restaurants, from the lavish breakfast buffet to delightful à la carte options.
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Alright, buckle up, buttercups! This ain't your sanitized travel brochure. This is my attempt to survive - and maybe even enjoy - a few days at the Euler Hotel in Basel, Switzerland. Prepare yourselves for emotional whiplash, questionable life choices, and a whole lotta cheese (both the Swiss kind and the "I-made-a-mistake" kind).
Euler Hotel Basel: My Swiss Adventure (or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Fondue)
(Tuesday: Arrival and the Existential Dread of a Fancy Hotel)
- 1:00 PM: Basel Bound! The train finally arrived, a blur of efficiency and…well, a bit of existential dread. You know the feeling? That nagging voice that whispers, "Are you really the kind of person who stays in hotels with doormen?" I shoved it down with a hasty pre-travel coffee (instant, naturally – I’m not made of money). The view from the train was gorgeous though - rolling hills, cows chilling like they owned the joint. Pure, unadulterated Switzerland!
- 2:30 PM: Euler Hotel – The Arrival. Honestly? A little intimidating. The lobby is all polished wood and hushed whispers. I'm pretty sure I tripped slightly as I walked in. The doorman gave me a look that could curdle milk. "Smile! You're on vacation!" I internally screamed. Check-in was smooth, though, which was a blessed relief. My room? Lovely. Classic. But also, slightly…lonely. Like a perfectly curated Instagram post of a life I don't quite lead.
- 3:30 PM: Hotel Room Shenanigans and a Near-Panic Attack. Okay, first order of business: unpack. Then, the mandatory inspection of the mini-bar. Tiny bottles of…things I didn't recognize. I started to feel a bit overwhelmed, so I opened the window and took a deep breath of fresh, clean air. It was incredible. Suddenly, I'm feeling good, which must mean I forget the little things, like the fact that I forgot to pack socks or my charger, which is only discovered hours later - at this point I'm contemplating how to get a new one in a foreign country…it's a rollercoaster of emotions, I swear.
- 4:00 PM: Basel Exploration (Attempt 1). Armed with a (likely) useless map and a sense of optimism, I ventured into Basel. The architecture is stunning. Like, seriously, your jaw drops stunning. I got hopelessly lost within ten minutes, of course. Ended up wandering down a charming (and very steep) alleyway and accidentally bought a postcard of a cat wearing a tiny hat. Don't judge me.
- 6:00 PM-ish: Dinner - The Euler Hotel Restaurant…and Fondue! Alright, here we go. They boast of a Michelin-starred chef. I'm, like, a microwave chef at best. I opted for the fondue. The classic. Honestly? It was transcendental. Warm, cheesy, glorious. I ate far too much and now I'm pretty sure my cholesterol levels are currently enjoying a yodel party. The waiter, bless him, noticed my cheese-induced stupor and just smiled. "It is a good fondue, no?" He asked me, and I only managed to nod and wipe my mouth.
(Wednesday: Art, Regret, and More Cheese.)
- 9:00 AM: Breakfast - The Euler Hotel (Again). The breakfast buffet at the Euler is…well, it's a buffet. But a fancy buffet. Everything, from the pastries to the fruit, looked like it had been personally crafted by angels. I went straight for the croissants and the tiny, little pots of jam. I'm sure I looked like I was trying to eat an entire bakery.
- 10:30 AM: Art! (Or, "How I Embarrassed Myself in a Museum"). Basel is overflowing with art. I attempted to look cultured at the Kunstmuseum. Spent ages staring at a painting that was apparently "profound" (I just saw squiggles). Then, I accidentally leaned on a velvet rope and nearly knocked over a priceless artifact. Mortified. I quickly left.
- 1:00 PM: Lunch: A Local Adventure (and a Cheese Sandwich). I went wandering around the city square and spotted a cozy-looking cafe. I ordered a ham and cheese sandwich. It looked delicious. It WAS delicious! I should probably start eating stuff like that.
- 3:00 PM: River Cruise (An Attempt at Calm). Basel is on the Rhine. Supposedly, a river cruise is a relaxing thing. Well, it was until I got seasick. Turns out, I'm not that good with gentle rocking. I spent the majority of the cruise clutching a railing, green around the gills, and muttering, "Never again."
- 7:00 PM: Wine and a Walk. To salvage the day from the river trauma, I found a charming little wine bar. I ordered a local white wine and then took a walk along the Rhine. The sunset was beautiful, the air was crisp, and I started to like the city, even though it was still a bit overwhelming.
- 8:00 PM: Dinner (and the Second Fondue) - I did it again. I went back to the restaurant, and, in a moment of weakness, ordered more fondue. Judge me. It was amazing!
(Thursday: Departure and Swiss Reflections)
- 9:00 AM: Breakfast and the Final Swiss Goodbye. The breakfast buffet. Again. This time, I went for the chocolate pastries. Because, you know, gotta live a little.
- 10:00 AM: Last-Minute Shopping and Souvenir Guilt. I felt I needed to get something for my family. I was paralyzed by choices. I decided to get a Swiss Army Knife. I don’t know why. I just wanted one.
- 12:00 PM: Departure and the Emotional Hangover. Checking out was easy. I said goodbye to the lovely staff at the Euler. I walked out towards the train station. Basel was fading away, but I was sure I would be back.
- 1:00 PM: The Train and the Realism. The Train. Heading homeward. I am tired, and I look at my Swiss Army knife. I feel I have experienced the quintessential Swiss trip. I had fondue, I had seen art, I had been seasick on a river cruise. The trip was perfect and imperfect, as well as a bit expensive, but it was well worth it.
Final Thoughts:
The Euler Hotel? It was great. Basel? Definitely worth a visit. Switzerland? Beautiful. Me? I'm going to need a long nap and a strong cup of coffee when I get home.
And maybe a detox from cheese. Just maybe. …nah.
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Euler Hotel FAQs: Because Let's Be Honest, It's Pret-ty Fancy
Okay, spill. Is this Euler Hotel *really* as good as everyone says?
Ugh, the question I've been *dreading*. Because honestly? Yes. And it’s infuriatingly, ridiculously, stupidly *good*. Look, I’m a travel writer, I’ve seen the inside of more hotels than I care to admit. I've got a jaded palate, a cynical heart… and this place *almost* broke me. Almost.
The truth is, from the moment you walk past that discreet entrance (which, by the way, I walked past *twice* because I swear it looks more like a fancy dry cleaner), you're swept into a world of… *something*. I can't quite put my finger on it. Maybe it’s the hushed reverence in the air. Maybe it's the ridiculously plush carpets that swallowed my suitcase whole. Or, perhaps, it’s the sheer, unadulterated *luxury*. Seriously, I felt like I should be wearing a monocle and addressing the staff as "Jeeves."
Rooms: tell me EVERYTHING. Because let's be practical, what about the rooms?
Right. The rooms. Okay, picture this: I, a person who generally considers unpacking a Herculean effort, actually *wanted* to unpack. Wanted to *live* in that room. It wasn't just a room, it was a *sanctuary*. A ridiculously expensive, probably-decorated-by-a-team-of-angels sanctuary.
My room had a balcony overlooking… I think it was a park? Honestly, I can’t remember. I was too busy drooling over the Nespresso machine and the, get this, heated bathroom floor. HEATED BATHROOM FLOOR! My feet haven't been that happy since... well, ever. The bed? Ah, the bed. I swear I slept better there than I have in my own house in years. It was like sleeping on a cloud made of unicorn fluff and pure, unadulterated bliss.
Oh, and the minibar. Fully stocked, of course. And the complimentary… okay, so the little chocolate squares they leave on the pillow? Divine. I might have snuck a few extra. Don't judge me. I needed sustenance for… you know… the *incredibly* hard work of luxury living.
Let's talk food. Is the restaurant as pretentious as it sounds?
Okay, so THIS is where I had some… mixed feelings. The restaurant, right? The *Euler Kitchen*. The name alone screams 'expensive and probably tiny portions'. And you know what? It kinda is. But here’s the thing: it's also *incredible*.
The food is… art. Actual, edible art. I had a dish that looked like a miniature garden and tasted like… well, I still don't know what it tasted like, but it was amazing. The sommelier (yes, there's a sommelier) was a total pro. He actually laughed at me when I admitted to not knowing the difference between a Pinot Noir and a… well, a different kind of wine. He was very charming about it though.
The service? Impeccable. Almost *too* impeccable. I felt a little self-conscious about my messy eating habits (I’m a messy eater, okay?), but they were so discreet and efficient they didn’t so much as bat an eyelid. Still, I’d recommend practicing your knife-and-fork technique *before* you go. Seriously. Save yourself the embarrassment.
What's the deal with the spa? Pure relaxation or… well, pretentious?
Okay, the spa. This is the one place where I started to feel a little out of my depth. I’m more of a "pile of towels and a good book" kind of spa person. But, I bit the bullet and booked a massage.
The spa itself is beautiful. Like, "Pinterest-worthy" beautiful. And the massage? Well. I'm not sure what was in the oil, but I nearly floated away. I think I fell asleep. I may have drooled. I’m not proud, but it was that good. Afterwards, I sat in the relaxation room (also gorgeous, naturally) and sipped herbal tea. And for a short, glorious period of time, I felt like a queen. Or, at least, a very pampered, slightly sleepy, queen.
The only slight downside? The price. Let’s just say it wasn’t cheap. Prepare your wallet. But hey, you deserve it. Treat yourself.
Is it worth the money? Be honest!
Ugh, the million-dollar question. Look, it’s expensive. *Really* expensive. I spent a small fortune, and I'm still recovering from the bill.
But… was it worth it? The cynical part of me screams "NO!" The practical part of me agrees. But the part of me that revels in a little bit of indulgence? The part that secretly dreams of heated bathroom floors and divine chocolate squares? That part says, "Yes. Absolutely, unequivocally, yes."
It’s the kind of place you go to for a special occasion. A celebration. Or, you know, just because you deserve to be pampered. It's an experience, not just a hotel. And honestly? Sometimes, you need to treat yourself. Even if it means eating instant noodles for a month afterwards. Consider it an investment in your sanity. And maybe a very, very luxurious memory.
Anything I need to know before I go? Any sneaky tips?
Okay, here's the lowdown, from a slightly-broke-but-very-happy-traveler.
- Seriously, pack nicer clothes than you think you need. I felt underdressed in my usual travel gear.
- Learn a few basic German phrases, even if it's just "hello" and "thank you." It'll go a long way.
- Don't be afraid to ask for recommendations. The staff is genuinely helpful.
- The free Wi-Fi works (phew!). But, I'm pretty sure it's slower so don't expect anything serious.
- Most importantly? Relax. Let them pamper you. Embrace the luxury. Indulge! you earned it.
And one last thing: Book a room. You won't regret it.
