– unproven luxury
There are hotels that are just convenient. There are hotels that are showy. And there is the Métropole, a hotel that looks at all these categories from above its history, through gold-rimmed glasses.
It opened in 1886, when “travel” didn’t yet mean Instagram stories and Monte-Carlo was even more aristocratic than it is today. It’s all still in its DNA – there’s Belle Époque, Givenchy, and a silence that’s worth more than any upgrade.
Métropole lives a few steps away from the Casino de Monte Carlo. From the balcony you can see old autos that look like movie props. Downstairs is the Carré d’Or, a neighborhood for those who have everything. All around are brands, restaurants, yachts and a promenade where the evening smells of perfume and the sea.
It’s not just a hotel in the center. It is a hotel that has itself become part of the center.
Inside – spaces where even the sound of heels seems challenging. Paintings, Venetian chandeliers, mosaics and fabrics that are hard to describe in words, because you want to touch.
Each room is like a private theater with a play called “you.” Marble bathtub, heavy curtains, a bed you fall into after a three-Michelin-star dinner. Smart details are there too, but you don’t think about them – they just work.
This is the one where they don’t ask you questions. They just know.
The bar is already mixing your favorite Negroni, the spa has already reserved a massage because they saw that you came from New York. Here you don’t offer, you feel.
Les Ambassadeurs by Christophe Cussac – when every dish breathes Monaco.
This is not just a restaurant. It is a quiet revolution of taste – no noise, no smoke, no excess.
Christophe Cussac is a chef who does not shout over the product, but gives it a stage.
The classics of Mediterranean cuisine pass through his hands and come out renewed: as light as an evening over the Côte d’Azur, as precise as the watch in a millionaire’s pocket.
The menu is like a conversation with a good friend: nothing superfluous, but every word is spot on. Fresh fish, ripe vegetables, butter, as a separate category of art.
Serving – like in a theater, but without pathos. Service – when you haven’t thought about it yet, and you’ve already been served.
Here you are not amazed by the number of ingredients. What impresses you here is that everything is in its place. And that is the greatest luxury.
The only place in Monaco where sashimi is served with Michelin silence. Yoshi is a restaurant of haute Japanese cuisine, where every movement of the knife is almost a meditation. The interior is as austere as a kimono: ebony, stone, a living garden that separates you from the rest of the world.
Everything here is about purity: lines, taste, thought.
Chef Takeo Yamazaki is a disciple of Joël Robuchon. He doesn’t just cook, he plays the ingredients like instruments.
The sushi is like being picked with tweezers under a microscope. Wasabi – fresh, hand-rubbed. Sake – the right temperature, the right shape of glass, the right moment.
It’s not just a “very tasty” experience. It is an experience that you want to worship.
You don’t ask, “What will you have to drink?” – they already know that the evening should sound Old Fashioned.
Lobby Bar is a stage without spotlights. A place where people come not because it is close, but because it is right.
Instead of background jazz – a mood without fuss. Cocktails are like a conversation: deep, soft, precise. Olives are served as a decoration for the moment, not for martinis.
To sit here for ten minutes – and leave in two hours. Because the evening unfolds leisurely, beautifully, with an aftertaste.
Not to relax. It’s about remembering who you are.
At Metropole, the spa is not just a relaxation, it’s an art object.
Odyssey, designed by Karl Lagerfeld himself, is a place where loungers stand like on a catwalk and the pool looks like a scene from the future.
Only for our own – hotel guests and club members.
Here everything is silent: lush gardens keep the space quiet, the water is not noisy but gliding, the sun is gentle, and the service – as always in Metropole, intuitive.
It’s not a spa. It’s an odyssey. Into your own cosmos, where time stops.
It’s not an imposition. It’s guided.
Saunas, hammams, private rooms where you disappear for a few hours and come back a different person. Cosmetics – Givenchy, atmosphere – “I live right”.
The cost of a night at Métropole is about status, not square meters.
There are ESCAPE and HAPPY LONG STAY packages if you want to stay longer – with breakfasts, privileges and bonuses like museum tickets.
But most importantly, they don’t count nights here. It’s the moments that count.
Formula 1 – when the sound of the engine drowns out all thoughts.
The cars rush through the narrow streets of Monte Carlo, where every turn is a risk.
Spectators in designer glasses, champagne in glasses, heart beating in unison with the engine.
It’s not just a race. It’s a spectacle at 300 kilometers an hour.
And you’re either in or you’re on the sidelines.
Hôtel Métropole Monte-Carlo is for those who do not run after impressions. They create them themselves.
Website: metropole.com | Tel: +377 93 15 15 | Address: 4 Avenue de la Madone, Monte-Carlo
