Dr.IELTS
28 Maret 2025
Let me confess my bias upfront—I’m an Ostro evangelist. This place has spoiled me rotten, to the point where checking into anywhere else in this city feels like a betrayal. I once made the grave mistake of leaving, lured by the siren song of some "boutique" hotel down the street. Within hours, I was slinking back to Ostro’s lobby, tail between my legs, begging for my old room key.
What’s the magic? Start with the staff—warm, sharp-eyed, and genuinely delighted when they recognize your face on return visits. Then there are the rooms: thoughtfully designed, with beds that feel like sleeping on a cloud wrapped in linen. The location? A goldilocks zone—close enough to the action to feel alive, but tucked just far enough away to guarantee peace.
And the food—oh, the food. I’ve woken up craving their breakfast spread like a lovesick teenager. It’s the kind of place where even the butter seems artisanal, and the coffee tastes like it was brewed by someone who truly, deeply cares.
The truth is, Ostro ruined me. Now, whenever I’m in this city, anything else feels like settling. Some might call it loyalty. I call it common sense.
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