Catania's BEST Kept Secret: Stunning B&B & Design Haven!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because this is a review. And frankly, it might be a bit of a mess, just like my suitcase after a trip to Catania. But trust me, it's honest. It needs to be. Because this "Best Kept Secret" actually is. And I'm about to spill the beans, flaws and all.
Catania's BEST Kept Secret Review: The Stunning B&B & Design Haven! (For Real This Time)
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- Title: Catania's Best Kept Secret: An Honest Review of a Stunning B&B & Design Haven! (Messy But True)
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Now, finally, the juicy bits.
First Impressions & The Initial "Woah" Factor:
Alright, so I’m jet-lagged, sweaty (that Sicilian sun is no joke!), and navigating those chaotic Catania streets. Airport transfer sorted? ✅ (That's a big deal, trust me, because navigating Catania with luggage is a sport in itself). We pull up, and… whoa. Seriously. It's not just “pretty.” It’s the kind of place that makes you want to immediately Instagram every single angle. Design is clearly a priority. Think sleek lines, vibrant pops of color, and art that actually makes your brain tingle. Okay, I'm already buying into the hype.
Accessibility (Because, Let's Be Real, It Matters):
Right, so let’s talk seriously. This is a big one for a lot of us, especially as I get older, and let me tell you, a LOT of places claim to be accessible. This place? It actually is. Wheelchair accessible is a massive win. The paths were smooth, the elevator was reliable (important!), and the rooms… more on that in a sec. They have everything in the accessibility category down, which you will realize very quickly once you get in.
Rooms: The Sweet Spot of Comfort & Style:
Right, the rooms. Available in all rooms: Air conditioning is clutch in Sicily, let me tell you. Also: Alarm clock, bathrobes (YES!), blackout curtains (hallelujah, sleep is a precious commodity), coffee/tea maker (essential!), free bottled water (saved my life), hair dryer, in-room safe box, internet access – wireless (obvi), and mini bar. I ended up using the laptop workspace for about five minutes before ditching it for the terrace (more on that later). Non-smoking rooms are definitely appreciated, and they have separate shower/bathtub. Soundproofing is a godsend because those Vespas are LOUD. The bed? Extra long bed, so I could spread out. Pure bliss. No complaints here. I had everything I could possibly want, and I was so happy.
Cleanliness and Safety: A Covid-Era Reality Check:
Okay, so we’re still living in a world obsessed with hand sanitizer, and this place gets it. Daily disinfection in common areas? Check. Hand sanitizer everywhere? Check. And the big one for me: Room sanitization opt-out available. This felt like they trusted me, and I loved it. Staff trained in safety protocol was also apparent (and appreciated). They had all sorts of things, like anti-viral cleaning products and sterilizing equipment, with a lot of physical distancing of at least 1 meter in place. I felt safe. Frankly, I felt safer here than I do at my local grocery store.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: A Foodie’s Heaven… with a Few Caveats:
Alright, food. This is Sicily, people. You expect amazing food. And… it was mostly amazing.
- Breakfast [buffet] was… good. Not earth-shattering, but solid. Asian breakfast available (interesting!), and they had a buffet in restaurant, which was pretty standard. Breakfast takeaway service was also available, which was useful.
- Restaurants, however, were hit or miss. A la carte in restaurant and Western and International cuisine in restaurant were a thing.
- Coffee/tea in restaurant which was pretty average.
- Poolside bar was awesome! Nothing like sipping an Aperol Spritz while gazing at the…
- Pool with view OH MY GOD. This is where the "Best Kept Secret" really shines. The pool itself isn't huge, but the view? Jaw-dropping. The best. Utterly breathtaking. Sunrise? Go. Sunset? Even better. I spent a whole afternoon just… floating. And staring. And completely forgetting all my worries. Worth the entire stay for this alone.
The Downside? The one slight letdown? The lack of a truly fantastic restaurant on-site. Don't get me wrong, the food was fine. But Sicilian food is supposed to be mind-blowing. I found myself exploring restaurants in the area. Maybe I'm just a food snob.
Ways to Relax & Unwind: Spa Day or Bust?
Okay, here we go: Spa/sauna. Gym/fitness. Massage. Uh… yeah. I used the spa. A lot. The sauna was a good sweat. And the massage? Ooh. It was a true Italian spa experience – a good one. Nothing overly fancy, just pure bliss. I have to say, I loved the Pool with view the most. The spa itself, while nice, wasn’t the real highlight. The pool makes this place a total winner.
Services and Conveniences: The Little Things That Matter:
- Concierge: Helpful. Very helpful. They knew the area inside and out.
- Daily housekeeping: Immaculate. Seriously, the rooms were always spotless.
- Dry cleaning: I didn’t need it, but good to know.
- Elevator: See accessibility. Essential.
- Luggage storage: Always appreciated.
- Car park [free of charge]: HUGE win! Parking in Catania can be a NIGHTMARE. And the Wi-Fi? Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Yes.
For the Kids (and Those Young at Heart):
My trip was kid-less, but they are family/child friendly. I saw other families there. I felt like they would be okay!
Getting Around:
- Airport transfer: Nailed it. See above.
- Car park [on-site]: See Services.
- Taxi service: Readily available.
The Conclusion (With a Few Extra Ramblings):
Look, this B&B isn’t perfect. But it’s damn close. I had a couple of minor gripes. The food at the restaurant could be better. The "Best Kept Secret" title is accurate.
It excels at design, comfort, accessibility, and providing a truly relaxing experience. And that pool with a view? Still dreaming about it. It's the kind of place you want to keep secret. You don’t want everyone to know about it, because it makes it better. But I also felt I have to tell the world. I'd happily go back in a heartbeat. Go. Seriously. Book it. You won’t regret it. And tell them I sent ya.
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Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into my Catania adventure. BAD - B&B And Design. Sounds fancy, right? Well, let's see if the reality lives up to the hype. This ain't your perfectly curated Instagram grid, folks. This is…me.
Day 1: Arrival, Immediate Regret (Just Kidding… Mostly)
11:00 AM: Landed in Catania! Okay, scratch that, finally landed in Catania. After a flight delay that tested the limits of my patience (and my sanity), I'm officially in Sicily. First impression? Wow, the airport is…a vibe. Dusty, a little chaotic, but charming in its own way. Like a slightly unkempt, but undeniably handsome, Italian uncle.
12:00 PM - 1:00 PM: Taxi to BAD. Praying I chose the right place. Google Maps is my only friend at this point. The driver, bless his heart, spoke approximately three words of English. Most of the conversation was a series of hand gestures and increasingly confused facial expressions. We bonded over the shared misery of navigating Catania traffic. It was a rollercoaster of near-collisions and frantic honking. I think he kept muttering something about "pazzo," which I’ve learned means "crazy," but I'm pretty sure he was describing me by the end.
1:00 PM - 1:30 PM: Check-in. BAD itself is…well, it's a mixed bag. Stylish, yes. Minimalist, yes. My room is all clean lines and white walls. A little… sterile. Where's the personality, people?! There's a "design" element involved. But, I will concede, the terrace is gorgeous, with a view of the Duomo. Score one for BAD. Though, the air conditioning is a little wonky. The first time I went to turn it on, I had to get help from the front desk because, let's just say, I was not very good at figuring out the digital system.
2:00 PM - 3:00 PM: Lunch. Oh, glorious lunch. Found a tiny trattoria nearby. "Da Mimmo" they told me, it's the best. And they were right. Pasta alla Norma (eggplant-based sauce) that was pure heaven. It felt like my taste buds were dancing a tango in my mouth. This is what I came for! I nearly inhaled the entire plate. The red wine was cheap and delicious. Suddenly, the flight delays, the wonky AC, and the chaotic taxi ride were mere blips on the radar
- Anecdote Alert: A very friendly, almost too friendly, elderly gentleman kept trying to practice English with me. "You like Mimmo?" he kept asking. I just nodded and smiled, afraid to venture into any more complex conversation. He then kept trying to get me to join in on an Italian song with him. I politely dodged. I just wanted to eat.
4:00 PM - 5:00 PM: Exploring the city. Walked through the Piazza del Duomo. Wow. Majestic. The elephants! I could start to see why they love this city. However, the heat is already starting to kick in. Sicilian heat and I have a complicated relationship. I was ready to retreat back to my air-conditioned sanctuary.
6:00 PM - 8:00 PM: Wandering. I have lost track of where I was going and I am starting to feel lost. No, I'm actually lost. I ask for directions from some guys eating gelato. At least they're helpful with their directions. They also recommend I try their favorite flavors. I can't say no. Gelato in hand, I feel a bit better, but am still a bit lost.
8:00 PM - 9:00 PM: Dinner. I still haven't found a restaurant. I see lights and go in a restaurant. I'm starving. Ate more pasta with tomatoes. Was it amazing? No. Was it edible? Yes. I'm no longer lost though.
9:00 PM Onward: Back to the B&B. Hoping the AC works tonight. And wondering if I can get a slightly less minimalist, more…lived in vibe in my room. I need a good night's sleep. Tomorrow: Mount Etna. Wish me luck. (I'm going to need it.)
Day 2: Etna's Embrace (and My Embarrassment)
7:00 AM: Wake up and regret everything. Why did I book a sunrise hike up Mount Etna? Turns out, Sicilian sunrises are… intense. I should have had another coffee.
8:00 AM - 9:00 AM: Breakfast. The B&B's breakfast is… adequate. Think pre-packaged pastries and instant coffee. I'm starting to understand why the owners are so into "design" – they're clearly not big on the actual experience.
9:00 AM - 10:00 AM: Travel to Mount Etna. The tour bus is crammed with tourists. I’m already regretting wearing my new hiking boots (I think the blisters will start forming soon.) The guide is a very enthusiastic Italian man, whose English is…a bit rough. He keeps referring to Etna as "Madam Etna." Okay then.
10:00 AM - 12:00 PM: Hiking part 1. The landscape is otherworldly! Black, volcanic rock stretching as far as the eye can see. It's stunning. This is the Sicily I pictured!
- Quirky Observation: The wind is brutal! I'm pretty sure I saw a tumbleweed, only instead of tumbleweeds, they're made of volcanic ash and little pieces of lava.
12:00 PM - 1:00 PM: Lunch break. Picnic lunch! The views are incredible, which partially makes up for the slightly squashed panini.
1:00 PM - 3:00 PM: Hiking part 2. We get close to the crater rim (!!!). The air smells of sulfur. It's like being on another planet! And then… disaster.
- Emotional Reaction: HUMILIATION. I tripped. Right in front of everyone. And, since I was near the crater, I rolled down a small slope. I blame the volcanic dust. I also blame my clumsiness. I am covered in ash, my hiking boots are ruined, and my dignity is somewhere on the side of a volcano. The guide, bless his heart, helped me up, along with some of the other tourists. "Madam Etna," he said with a chuckle, "she tests you." The rest of the hike was a blur of shame and trying not to cry.
3:00 PM - 5:00 PM: The long, slow descent. I'm exhausted, my knees are killing me, and I'm still mortified.
5:00 PM - 6:00 PM: Back to the B&B. Shower. Needed. Immediately.
7:00 PM - 9:00 PM: Dinner! Found a place that wasn't too fancy. Pasta again. Comfort food, I need it. The wine, though, the wine was excellent. It dulled the memory of my volcanic tumble.
9:00 PM Onward: Back to the room. This time, I'm keeping the minimalist aesthetic at bay. I need comfort, I need warmth, and I need a distraction. I turn on the TV and have a movie night.
Day 3: Farewell, Catania (and Maybe, Forever?)
7:00 AM: Wake up. Today, the AC worked! Success. I am proud of myself for figuring out the machine.
8:00 AM: Breakfast. I avoid the pastries. I want to feel energized.
9:00 AM - 10:00 AM: Pack up. My suitcase is a disaster, but hey, so am I now.
10:00 AM - 12:00 PM: Last-minute souvenir hunting. I pick up a couple of postcards, and a bottle of limoncello.
12:00 PM - 1:00 PM: Taxi to the airport. Goodbye, Catania.
- Anecdote: The same driver. He recognized me. He smiles and points, "You and Etna!" and we laugh.
1:00 PM - 3:00 PM: Airport chaos. Delayed again. I'm starting to think this is a conspiracy. All I want now is to go home.
3:00 PM Onward: The flight. Finally.
So, was it all perfect? Absolutely not. Bad? Nah. BAD – B&B And Design? Well, it had its moments. Catania? Chaotic, beautiful, and delicious. Would I go back? Maybe. Maybe after I've had a long, hot shower and a really great nap. **And maybe,
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What *exactly* makes this place a "secret"? Seriously, is it a cult? Because I'm in if there's good coffee involved.
Okay, so the cult thing? Not *technically* a cult. More like a... very discerning circle of people who've stumbled upon this jewel. Think less flowing robes, more exquisitely chosen linen sheets. The "secret" is partly the hush-hush nature of word-of-mouth. Partly because it's NOT on the main tourist artery. And partly because the owners, bless their hearts, genuinely seem to prefer sharing it with people who *get* it. And the coffee? Oh, honey, the coffee. Forget about it. They practically hand-roast the beans in the morning while serenading the citrus trees. It's enough to make a cynic weep. I almost *did* weep on my first visit. The sheer level of Italian-ness! *chef's kiss*
Is the B&B really as "design-forward" as everyone says? I’m a person. I appreciate a good chair but does ‘design’ mean ‘uncomfortable’? Because I can't with that.
Oh, the design! Breathe. It's phenomenal, yes. But here's the kicker – it's design that *works*. I remember once, after a particularly grueling train journey, I collapsed dramatically (I'm dramatic, what can I say?) onto the most perfectly positioned velvet chaise lounge in my room. For a solid hour, I contemplated the meaning of life whilst cradled in its embrace. It's not just about looking pretty; it’s about creating an atmosphere where you can actually *relax*. The lighting, the colors, the art… it’s a carefully curated experience. (And yes, the chairs... all of them... are unbelievably comfortable. Even the ones that look like they've been sculpted by a deity.) They absolutely nailed the 'comfort meets style' thing. It’s heavenly. Seriously. I'd live in the bathrooms. The water pressure is so good.
The reviews mention the breakfast. Is it worth the hype? I'm a serial breakfast avoider.
Breakfast? WORTH. THE. HYPE. Look, I’m with you on avoiding breakfast. I'm usually a coffee-and-run kind of person. But this… this is a *situation*. Think mountains of fresh fruit (the Sicilian oranges… *swoon*), pastries that melt in your mouth (cannoli people, cannoli!), local cheeses, cured meats that whisper sweet nothings to your tastebuds... and did I mention the coffee? The owners – bless their hearts, let’s call them Marco and Sofia, because I’ve forgotten their names - are obsessed with it. They're like food artists, honestly. And they'll make you eggs any way you want them. Even if, like me, you're still in your pajamas, half-asleep and slightly grumpy. They just *get* it. One morning, I was hungover from the night before (too much Etna Rosso…), and they basically force-fed me a selection of goodies until I felt human again. It was a miracle. I ate like a queen. It was practically a religious experience.
Okay, so I'm sold on the food and the pretty things. But what are the *less* glamorous aspects? Is it haunted? Are there bugs? What's the catch?
Ah, the imperfections. Okay, so... haunted? Not that I know of. But Catania itself sometimes *feels* haunted, in the best possible way, especially at dusk. Bugs? Minimal, thankfully. It’s impeccably clean. The catch? Well... there's always a catch, isn't there? Here are a few:
- The Location: It's not in the *dead* center of the tourist action. You'll probably need to walk a bit, but I walk to get to the best food anyway so not a downside for me.
- The Owners: They're lovely, but they’re *Italian* lovely. Which means passionate, occasionally a *little* dramatic, and prone to offering you more food than you can possibly eat. (Which is hardly a hardship, let's be honest.)
- The Price: Not cheap, but worth every single penny. Think of it as an investment in your sanity and happiness.
- The beds: Prepare to never sleep in your own bed again. I swear they use magic. It's the only explanation. I had to force myself to get up every single morning. I almost never went out.
Tell me more about a specific experience. Make me jealous. Please.
Alright, fine. You want jealous? I’ll give you jealous. This happened on my last trip, and it still makes me grin. I was in the library (yes, there's a library. With books!) when Marco came in, all flustered. "Ah, my friend! Come, come! There is a problem! The orange trees... they have too many oranges! We must *eat* them!" I nearly choked on my espresso. He literally hustled me out to the courtyard, which was overflowing with sunshine and the scent of citrus. He whipped out a knife and started slicing oranges, fresh off the tree. The juice ran down my chin. He handed me a plate of freshly-baked biscotti dipped in the juices. We sat there, in silence, stuffing our faces with sunshine and joy. Sofia came out then, bearing a tray of tiny, perfect espresso cups. The entire scene was pure, unadulterated Italian bliss. I felt like I’d stumbled into a Fellini film. Seriously, I’m tearing up just thinking about it. That moment, that *feeling*… that’s what this place is all about. And yes, I'm still bitter about it. It was perfect, and I don't know when I'll get to go back.
Is it actually a good base for exploring Catania and the surrounding area? (Or am I just going to want to stay embedded in a chaise longue?)
That’s the beautiful paradox, isn't it? You *will* want to stay embedded in a chaise longue. I guarantee it. But yes, it's a brilliant base. Catania itself is fascinating – a grimy, glorious, chaotic symphony of a city. And everything's accessible. You can easily day-trip to Mount Etna (which, by the way, is a MUST), Taormina (very touristy but worth it), the beaches, and the towns that I have no idea how to spell, but that are filled with the most delicious things I've ever eaten. That's the beauty of it. You can have your luxurious, design-forward haven, and still explore the beauty Catania holds. But honestly? Sometimes, when I was out exploring all day, I was just looking forward to my return. The thought of it made me want to run back and dive headfirst into those silky sheets. I'm sure you'll be torn. I am. You'll see. I'm already jealous.
