Munich's HOTTEST Hotel? Niu Brass Olympiapark's Secret Revealed!
Niu Brass Olympiapark: My Munich Adventure (and My Honest Opinion!)
Alright, buckle up, because I'm about to dive headfirst into the swirling, shimmering world of the Niu Brass Olympiapark, and let me tell you, it's a lot. They call it Munich's "hottest hotel," and well, after spending a few days there, I can see why… and why maybe, just maybe, it's not always a good thing.
First Impressions: Accessibility (and the Great Elevator Debate)
Okay, first things first. For anyone worried about accessibility, Niu Brass gets a thumbs up… mostly. There are elevators, thankfully, because lugging your suitcase (especially if you're as slightly prone to overpacking as I am) up multiple flights of stairs is a workout I'm happy to avoid. The elevators themselves are pretty spacious, which is great for wheelchairs or anyone with mobility issues. However – and this is a big however – the corridors feel a little tight. Navigating a wheelchair amongst, like, five people with luggage simultaneously might be a… challenge. So, while wheelchair accessible is listed, and they do offer facilities for disabled guests, just be prepared for potentially congested hallways during peak times.
The Vibe: Modern, Maybe Too Modern?
The Niu Brass is all about that sleek, modern aesthetic. Think concrete, exposed pipes (they're everywhere), and pops of brass. It's… cool. Honestly, it's very cool. Like, "designed by robots" cool. But sometimes, I just wanted a comfy armchair, you know? Not a designer perch that makes my back ache after 15 minutes.
Rooms: Cozy Chaos and Wi-Fi Wins!
Speaking of rooms, let's get real. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! is a lifesaver. And it actually works! I'm talking fast, reliable internet. Crucial for those late-night video calls with your long-distance partner. The Internet access – wireless and Internet access – LAN options are also there, but let's be honest, who's using a LAN cable in 2024? That's some serious retro tech.
The room itself? Well, the blackout curtains were amazing. Perfect for battling jet lag and pretending it's still nighttime when you're desperately trying to adjust. The air conditioning was a godsend during the (brief) Munich heatwave, and the shower was surprisingly powerful. But, and this is a small but significant thing, there wasn't a ton of space for luggage. I may have had to live out of my suitcase for a bit… but hey, daily housekeeping helped keep things semi-sane! There was even a desk and a laptop workspace, which was nice for pretending to be productive between exploring. The bathrobes were super fluffy though!
The Food Game: A Rollercoaster of Delights and Disappointments
Ah, the food. This is where the Niu Brass gets a little… complicated. The Breakfast [buffet] was included, which is always a bonus. It features a buffet in restaurant with Asian breakfast, Western breakfast, desserts in restaurant, and coffee/tea in restaurant. The good news? The sausage was phenomenal. Truly exceptional. The bad news? The scrambled eggs were… well, let's just say they weren't the star of the show. They had breakfast takeaway service for those in a hurry, which was a thoughtful touch, but I'm not a fan of that as it seems like a waste.
The restaurant itself had a mix of international cuisine and Asian cuisine. I had dinner there one night. The a la carte in restaurant menu was offering Vegetarian restaurant options. This was a plus. The service was friendly but a little slow; it felt like the staff was a little overwhelmed.
Drinking, Snacking, and the Elusive Poolside Bar
There's a bar with a Happy hour, which sounds promising, but I didn't get around to it. The only poolside bar I saw was a figment of my imagination. There is a Snack bar available, and I did grab a few things from there. The bottle of water they gave at check-in disappeared much faster than I expected. It can feel like they're missing the mark by making it so difficult to get a drink.
Relaxation Station: Where's the Spa?
Okay, so the website boasted a spa/sauna. I'm a sucker for a good sauna. But… the spa wasn't exactly what I expected. It wasn't a massive, luxurious spa with a gazillion treatments. It wasn't a bad thing. I think it was a sauna, and I believe there was a steamroom. I'll also venture to say that they had a fitness center. I felt a little mislead.
Cleanliness and Safety: A Mixed Bag
I will say that the hotel seemed clean. The daily disinfection in common areas was definitely noticeable, and there were plenty of hand sanitizer stations. They use anti-viral cleaning products, too, which is reassuring. The staff trained in safety protocol.
Services and Conveniences: The Good, the Bad, and the "Meh"
The Niu Brass offers the usual suspects: concierge, luggage storage, laundry service, and all that jazz. The front desk [24-hour] is handy. The elevator is a must-have, especially after a long day of sightseeing. I thought it was great that they had cash withdrawal and currency exchange.
But here's a slightly embarrassing anecdote. I realized I needed an umbrella. They had an umbrella in my room. But if I would have known that it costs 10 euros, I wouldn't have bothered.
Getting Around: Location, Location, Location (and Taxis!)
The Niu Brass is in a great location, close to the Olympiapark and easy access to public transport. The car park [free of charge] saves you some money. Airport transfer is available, which is always convenient. But I ended up using a taxi service a few times.
For the Kids: Family Friendly…ish?
They have babysitting service available. I saw only a few kids there…
The Niu Brass: The Verdict (My Honest Opinion!)
So, is the Niu Brass Olympiapark "Munich's hottest hotel?" Well, it depends what you're looking for.
The Good:
- Location, Location, Location: Close to public transport.
- Free Wi-Fi! (Seriously, this is a big plus).
- Modern Design: If you're into that, you'll love it.
- Great if you want a central, modern hotel
The Not-So-Good:
- The Vibe: Can feel a little impersonal. A real, old-fashioned armchair would be nice.
- The Spa/Sauna: Manage your expectations. It's not a huge spa.
Overall, I'd give the Niu Brass a solid 7/10. It's a good hotel, especially if you're looking for something modern and convenient.
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P.S. – Don't forget to pack your swimsuit… and your sense of adventure! I can't guarantee you'll love everything, but hey, that's part of the fun, right? And if you see a grumpy traveler in the lobby, it might just be me. Say hello! 😉
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't your sanitized travel brochure. This is me, me, tackling Munich and the gloriously weird world of the Holiday Inn - The Niu Brass near Olympiapark. And let me tell you, the Brass part? Accurate foreshadowing, my friends.
Day 1: Arrival, And Oh Dear, THE TRAIN
- Morning (8:00 AM - 12:00 PM): Ugh. Flight. Just, flight. I'm not a morning person, so the whole "up before the sun" bit already put me in a mood. Landing in Munich, feeling like a grumpy sloth, and then… the train ride. God bless public transport, but let's be honest, it felt like a cattle car heading into a German techno rave. Packed, sweaty, the dude next to me was intensely focused on his phone game - I swear I could hear the pixelated explosions through his earbuds.
- Afternoon (12:00 PM - 4:00 PM): Finally, finally, at the Niu Brass. Actually, the lobby is kinda cool. Super modern, lots of exposed brick, and a giant neon sign that probably reads "WELCOME TO BEING SLIGHTLY HUNG OVER." The check-in was surprisingly pleasant. Kudos to the staff for their patience with my sleep-deprived grunts and stumbling attempts at German. The room? Small. Tiny. But hey, it's clean, and the bed looks like a cloud of pure, blissful sleep. I dump my bags, collapse, and the world disappears for a glorious hour.
- Afternoon/Evening (4:00 PM - Late): Okay, gotta get out! Gotta experience Munich! I stumble out, feeling the lingering effects of Travel Fatigue, and promptly get lost. In my defense, the signs are in German, which I, sadly, do not fluently speak. I stumble and I stumble and I stumble. I end up wandering through a park, which is beautiful until a gaggle of geese start staring at me like I'm a threat to their superior bird lives. I buy a sausage from a street vendor. It’s delicious, of course, but then I immediately drop a chunk of it on my pristine white shirt. Murphy’s Law, folks. Murphy’s Law. I decide to call it a night after a disappointing attempt to find a beer garden. My feet and I are too tired.
Day 2: Olympiapark, Bratwurst, and a Near-Catastrophe
- Morning (9:00 AM - 1:00 PM): Fuel! Breakfast at the hotel – the usual continental spread, but with some fantastic German bread. Seriously, this bread could be a religion. Feeling surprisingly energetic, ready to tackle Olympiapark! I walk there after making sure I didn’t lose my way again. The park itself is stunning. I’m talking, wide open spaces, the funky stadium, the cool tower. I spent a good hour just wandering, thinking about how the Olympics must have been so, so different in the 70’s. It’s almost, romantic? I also feel that I had the same urge to grab a beer. The beer garden beckoned, and boy, did I answer.
- Afternoon (1:00 PM - 5:00 PM): The beer garden. This is where it got interesting. You know how they say you make friends over shared experiences? Well, I bonded with a group of locals over a mutual love of Bavarian beer and the ridiculously loud polka music. We laughed, we sang, we ate the most amazing bratwurst I've ever tasted. I think I even managed a few coherent German phrases.
- Afternoon/Evening (5:00 PM – until…): Here’s where it turns into a slightly scary story… After a delightful afternoon, I went to walk back to the hotel, which I did. But, as I was waiting for a train back, I realized I had lost my phone. My phone! With literally everything on it! I panic. I tear back to the train station, hoping I left it somewhere. I finally spot the phone, and a woman who spotted it. She didn’t speak any english, so I could not thank her enough. I get back to the hotel, slightly less drunk, and decide to call it a night.
Day 3: Museums and Meltdowns (and More Beer)
- Morning (9:00 AM - 1:00 PM): Musee time! The Deutsches Museum is a must-see, and I’m not even a huge museum person. But this place is MIND-BLOWING. So much history, so much science. I loved the mining exhibit, the old cars, and the fact that I could pretend to understand rocket science for a solid 30 minutes. I nearly got lost in there!
- Afternoon (1:00 PM - 5:00 PM): Okay, let's be honest. The museum was fascinating, but all that walking… I was starting to feel it. I went to a cafe for lunch and ordered a beer. And then another. And another. This beer garden was a lot more low key. I had some quiet time to reflect… and to try to order food in German. It mostly involved pointing and praying.
- Afternoon/Evening (5:00 PM - Late): My attempts at German were failing. I stumbled back to the hotel. I ate a lot of leftover snacks. And did some online shopping. Exhaustion had fully set in. I was ready to be home.
Day 4: Departure (and a Vow to Return… Eventually)
- Morning (9:00 AM - 12:00 PM): Quick breakfast, a sad final look at the city from the window, and that train ride. I'm not sad to leave, but I'm sure I'll be back.
- Afternoon (12:00 PM - 4:00 PM): Back at the airport, with that weird post-vacation feeling of a mix of exhaustion and longing. Munched on a Pretzel. Contemplated buying all the chocolate.
- Evening (4:00 PM Onward): Plane ride home. I am officially done traveling for a while.
Final Thoughts (aka, My Messy, Honest Review of The Niu Brass):
Look, it's a solid hotel. It's clean, the staff is friendly, and the location is decent if you're okay with a short walk or a quick bus ride. The "Brass" part? Well, it's a bit of a mystery, and I never did find out what it meant. But the exposed brick is nice, I did eventually find my way around town (kinda), and the whole experience was… well, it was me. Imperfect, messy, and full of accidental adventures. Would I go back? Probably. But next time, I'm bringing a phrasebook, a translator app, and maybe a second set of clean shirts. And, of course, a map to the nearest beer garden.
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So, I've got this… *thing*… green, kinda… what do I do? Like, *really* what do I do first?
Okay, so you’ve got a plant. My *first* thought? Did you name it? Seriously. Things just… *feel* different when you call a tomato plant "Bertram." Trust me.
But, *actually* the first thing? Figure out what the heck it *is*. Is it a succulent? A fern? A freakin' MONSTERA (oh, I *love* those!). Take a picture, Google Lens it, ask a plant-obsessed friend (we all know at least ONE). This is crucial because a cactus wants sunshine, a fern wants the humidity of a rainforest, and if you mix them up… well, let’s just say I have a graveyard of optimistic little sprouts in my backyard that can attest to my failures.
Once you know *what* it is, *then* you can tackle the "what now?" Light, water, soil…the basics. Which, frankly, I still mess up sometimes. It’s a process. And honestly? A lot of it is trial and error. Like that time I practically drowned my basil. It wasn't pretty. We'll get into that… later.
Watering. It seems… complicated. How… *much* water? And *when*? I feel like I'm constantly underwater… or *over* water-ing!
Oh, watering. The bane of my gardening existence. Okay, look, the "poke your finger in the soil" method? It's a *lie*. Sometimes it’s right, sometimes it’s horribly, tragically wrong.
The general rule of thumb? Don’t water unless you *have* to. Seriously! Most plants are killed with kindness (or, well, with too much water). And the *when* is important! If you pour water on your plant at night, mildew might be your new best friend. I prefer mornings. It gives them time to drink up and dry off, if they want it.
My disaster story? My basil. I *loved* my basil. I thought, "Oh, these are thirsty babies! Let me shower them with love… and water!" I was a *water-ing demon*. It turned yellow, then droopy, then… well, there's a compost bin shaped hole in my heart shaped for basil now. The moral of the story? Err on the side of *less*. Always.
What about *sunlight*? My apartment is basically a cave with some windows…
Sunlight. Dramatic sigh. This is where a lot of us fail. Most plants *need* sunlight. Not like, a little bit, but, like, *a lot* of sunlight. My place? It's the "semi-dramatic lighting" special. Great for ambiance, terrible for photosynthesis.
The solution? Fake it 'til you make it! (with grow lights). I spent a whole week researching grow lights. There are *so many*! And so confusing! But, I took the plunge. I tried a couple different kinds. Some make your apartment look like you're living inside a disco ball, but some are actually pretty subtle and help your plants.
Think about where your plants are in relation to the sun. South-facing window? Gold! East? Pretty good. North-facing? You might want to go for those low-light loving plants. West? Watch out for the scorching afternoons to avoid a crispy plant.
Okay, now *soil*. It's… dirt, right? Just… dirt?
Ah, soil. The unsung *hero* of the plant world. Yes, it's basically dirt. But not all dirt is created equal. You wouldn’t put a Ferrari engine in a… well, any clunker. Same principle here. Unless you *want* a clunker… for a plant.
First off, never use garden soil in a pot. Seriously. It compacts and chokes the roots. Get potting mix. It's lighter and has stuff in it to help with drainage and nutrients. The stuff you find at the garden center. Listen, there's a whole world of soil types to explore (peat moss, perlite, vermiculite, and the list goes ON). My personal favorite, after a lot of experimenting. A good mix with compost. All the plants love it
Then, there's the question of amending your soil. Adding compost, worm castings, even coffee grounds (careful though, some plants are not coffee drinkers). That can be a game-changer. Just don't go overboard. The plants will let you know if they hate it!
How do I deal with… bugs? They're kinda… creepy… and I don't want a bug party in my plants…
Bugs. The stuff of nightmares. Especially those tiny little gnats. Okay, look, there are a few things you can do. The easiest method? Sticky traps are my go too, for those pesky fruit flies. They're ugly, but they work.
Next, make sure your plant is healthy because, a healthy plant is a less attractive plant for them, and if you have gnats? Probably don’t over-water, that helps the gnats develop in the soil. I’ve learned the hard way with plant diseases, so I try to make sure they are healthy and happy!
Okay, and… what if my plant *dies*? Like, completely? Is that… my fault? And how do I deal with the… guilt?
Oh, honey. Let's just say… we've all been there. Plant deaths are practically a rite of passage. Yes, it's probably your fault. But the good news? It happens to *everyone*. Even the "plant gurus" on Instagram. Though they'd never *admit* it.
Acceptance is key. Mourn the loss. Maybe have a little eulogy for Bertram the basil. Then, learn from your mistakes. Did you overwater? Under-light? Hug it out and move on.
The secret? *Try again*. Because, hey, not every plant likes you. But I have learned something, and a couple more will die until I master what they like and don’t. It's okay to fail. It’s part of the process. And, hey, if things get *really* badHotel Whisperer
