La Caravelle Riom: France's BEST-KEPT Secret Restaurant? You HAVE to See This!
La Caravelle Riom: France's BEST-KEPT Secret Restaurant? You HAVE to See This! (Or Maybe… Not?) - A Review That's Actually Honest (and a Little Unguarded)
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because I'm about to spill the beans on La Caravelle Riom. They call it a "best-kept secret." And honestly? After my stay… well, it's definitely a secret. Whether it's best? That, my friends, is the million-dollar question. Let's dive in, shall we? Prepare for a wild ride that's part travelogue, part therapy session, and all me.
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(Accessibility First – Because Let's Be Real, That's Important)
Access: Right, legibility. I’m gonna be brutally honest here - trying to get precise info on accessibility before I went was like pulling teeth. The website mentions "facilities for disabled guests," which is vague enough to make you nervous. Finding actual specifics was a challenge. There is an elevator, which is a HUGE plus. But I saw no specific mentions of accessible rooms, or details on how easy it is to navigate the grounds with a wheelchair. So, a big potential question mark. I’d strongly advise calling ahead and getting explicit details if accessibility is a must-have. Don't trust the websites, people!
(On-site accessible restaurants / lounges, Wheelchair accessible, Internet access, Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!, Internet, Internet [LAN], Internet services, Wi-Fi in public areas)
- Internet: Okay, internet access. "Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!" they boast. And, you know what? They're not lying. It is free. But it’s also like… dial-up from the 90s. I swear, I aged five years trying to upload a photo of the (admittedly beautiful) pool. And I'm not even going to talk about trying to stream anything. Forget LAN. I’m pretty sure that died with the dinosaurs. Wi-Fi in public areas, as expected, suffered the same sluggish fate.
(Things to do, ways to relax, Body scrub, Body wrap, Fitness center, Foot bath, Gym/fitness, Massage, Pool with view, Sauna, Spa, Spa/sauna, Steamroom, Swimming pool, Swimming pool [outdoor])
- The Spa Scene: Now, this is where La Caravelle starts to, well, sort of redeem itself. The spa is… gorgeous. Seriously. The pool with a view? Breathtaking, especially at dusk. The sauna was a little too smoky (minor complaint), but the steamroom, YES. The massage was… heavenly. I booked a full-body massage, and the masseuse, I swear she had magic fingers. The body scrub was… well, let’s just say I now have the softest skin of my life. The spa, as a whole, is a definite highlight. It felt like I’d been transported to a different world. A world of cucumber water and fluffy robes, which, let's face it, is a world I'm always ready to inhabit.
(Cleanliness and safety, Anti-viral cleaning products, Breakfast in room, Breakfast takeaway service, Cashless payment service, Daily disinfection in common areas, Doctor/nurse on call, First aid kit, Hand sanitizer, Hot water linen and laundry washing, Hygiene certification, Individually-wrapped food options, Physical distancing of at least 1 meter, Professional-grade sanitizing services, Room sanitization opt-out available, Rooms sanitized between stays, Safe dining setup, Sanitized kitchen and tableware items, Shared stationery removed, Staff trained in safety protocol, Sterilizing equipment)
- COVID-Worries: Okay, post-pandemic, it’s a fair question: How clean is clean? La Caravelle attempts to address this. Hand sanitizer everywhere, staff seemed genuinely concerned about hygiene (trained, they said). Rooms were supposedly sanitized between stays (I hope! I’m not a germaphobe but… I’m also not super keen on sharing microscopic life forms!). They offered room sanitization opt-out, which is a nice touch. Food was mostly individually wrapped, which is reassuring. Mostly. But I’m still a little skeptical if the whole "professional-grade sanitizing services" thing was actually happening as consistently. I’m not saying it was dirty, but you know… eyes open at all times.
(Dining, drinking, and snacking, A la carte in restaurant, Alternative meal arrangement, Asian breakfast, Asian cuisine in restaurant, Bar, Bottle of water, Breakfast [buffet], Breakfast service, Buffet in restaurant, Coffee/tea in restaurant, Coffee shop, Desserts in restaurant, Happy hour, International cuisine in restaurant, Poolside bar, Restaurants, Room service [24-hour], Salad in restaurant, Snack bar, Soup in restaurant, Vegetarian restaurant, Western breakfast, Western cuisine in restaurant)
- The Food – Ah, the Food. Or, More Accurately, A Tale of Two Meals.
- Breakfast: Breakfast… let’s just say it was a mixed bag. They did offer a buffet, which is always appealing to my gluttonous tendencies. And there was a "Western breakfast" (which I immediately gravitated towards. I needed that sausage!). But the quality was a bit… meh. Think lukewarm scrambled eggs and slightly stale croissants. The coffee? Acceptable, nothing more. Not the culinary masterpiece I was hoping for.
- The A La Carte Revelation (and Disappointment): The a la carte dinner, though, was where things got interesting. One night, I ordered the duck confit. It arrived looking like a work of art – beautifully presented, perfectly cooked, the skin crispy as a dream. I savored every bite. It was one of the best meals I've had in ages. Magical. A moment of pure, unadulterated joy. The next night, though, I thought I'd order it again. The second duck… well, let's just say it was a slightly drier, decidedly less awe-inspiring experience. It was still edible, but the contrast was… stark.
(Services and conveniences, Air conditioning in public area, Audio-visual equipment for special events, Business facilities, Cash withdrawal, Concierge, Contactless check-in/out, Convenience store, Currency exchange, Daily housekeeping, Doorman, Dry cleaning, Elevator, Essential condiments, Facilities for disabled guests, Food delivery, Gift/souvenir shop, Indoor venue for special events, Invoice provided, Ironing service, Laundry service, Luggage storage, Meeting/banquet facilities, Meetings, Meeting stationery, On-site event hosting, Outdoor venue for special events, Projector/LED display, Safety deposit boxes, Seminars, Shrine, Smoking area, Terrace, Wi-Fi for special events, Xerox/fax in business center)
- The Help Situation: Services and Conveniences… they try. There’s a concierge, but I rarely saw one. Daily housekeeping was, well, adequate. They kept the room clean, even if they seemed to miss a couple of the more obvious details. I never even saw the souvenir shop. On-site event hosting? I can't say I noticed. The elevator was a blessing.
- The "Business Facilities" Riddle: “Business facilities” were advertised. But the Wi-Fi situation made any work I had to do, nearly impossible.
(For the kids, Babysitting service, Family/child friendly, Kids facilities, Kids meal)
- Family-Friendly? Maybe Not: I didn't travel with kids, but the vibe felt more suited for couples and spa-goers. There were no apparent "kids' facilities" advertised, so I wouldn't recommend it for families with young children.
(Access, CCTV in common areas, CCTV outside property, Check-in/out [express], Check-in/out [private], Couple's room, Exterior corridor, Fire extinguisher, Front desk [24-hour], Hotel chain, Non-smoking rooms, Pets allowed unavailablePets allowed, Proposal spot, Room decorations, Safety/security feature, Security [24-hour], Smoke alarms, Soundproof rooms)
- Safety First (Hopefully): The security was there. 24-hour front desk, CCTV in common areas. (I didn't feel unsafe. It had some nice security features.) Fire extinguishers and smoke alarms were present, which is always reassuring.
(Getting around, Airport transfer, Bicycle parking, Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site], Car power charging station, Taxi service, Valet parking)
- Parking and Transportation: Free car park, which is always a win. Airport transfer was available (I didn’t use it). No complaints there.
**(Available in all rooms, Additional toilet, Air conditioning, Alarm clock, Bathrobes, Bathroom phone, Bathtub, Blackout curtains, Carpeting, Closet, Coffee/tea maker, Complimentary tea, Daily housekeeping, Desk, Extra long bed, Free bottled water,
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Alright, buckle up, buttercups. Because this isn't your grandma's perfectly-bullet-pointed itinerary. This is going to be a chaotic, imperfect, and hopefully hilarious (for you, definitely stressful for me) account of my trip to La Caravelle in Riom, France. Prepare for emotional whiplash. And maybe a small amount of regret on my part.
La Caravelle: A Love Story (Maybe?) - My Riom Rampage
Day 1: Arrival, Aching Feet, and the Uninvited Guest (My Existential Dread)
Morning (8:00 AM - 12:00 PM): Okay, so I got lost trying to find the place. GPS lied. Again. I swear, technology is conspiring against me. After a frantic phone call to the owner (who, bless her heart, sounded incredibly French and slightly bewildered by my panicked English), I finally stumbled upon La Caravelle. It wasn't love at first sight. It's a charming old house, sure, with its quirky charm, I'll concede that. But first impressions were dominated by the soul-crushing weight of my suitcase and the sudden realization that cobblestone streets are the anti-Christ of comfortable footwear.
Afternoon (12:00 PM - 5:00 PM): Checked in. Room was… compact. Cozy, as they say. Translation: slightly smaller than my walk-in closet. But the view! Oh, the view was stunning. Overlooking the rooftops of Riom, with the hint of the dormant volcano looming in the distance. This is where my optimistic heart started doing the tango. Decided to be productive & explore the town, but it lead to an aching feet and the uninvited guest, who decided it would be me, Existential Dread. The feeling of being a tiny speck in the vast expanse of time and space can really put a damper on a gelato run, let me tell you.
- Anecdote Rant 1: I swear, I saw a cat staring me down from a window sill. It KNEW. It knew the depths of my philosophical crisis. It probably thought, "Pathetic human. Eating gelato and pondering the meaning of existence? Get a grip."
Evening (5:00 PM - 9:00 PM): Dinner. Found a slightly overpriced but utterly delightful bistro. They didn't have English menus, which I consider a personal affront to my survival instincts, but the staff helped me out, and the food was magical. Every bite was a reminder that no matter what, food is the greatest thing. Ended the evening with a glass of local wine, which, thankfully, chased away some of the existential shadow-dwellers.
Midnight (9:00 PM - 12:00 AM): Back at La Caravelle. I'm convinced the bed is older than I am. But the room is clean, and there's charm, and that view… that view is worth all the aches and philosophical angst in the world. I attempted to write in my journal. Attempted being the key word. I mostly just scribbled self-deprecating jokes and doodle sad stick figures.
Day 2: Market Mayhem, Cathedral Calamity and the Unforgiving Stairs
- Morning (8:00 AM - 12:00 PM): The market! Oh, the market. Sensory overload in the best possible way. Fresh produce, bread that smells like a dream, and enough cheese to make a lactose-intolerant person weep with joy (or, you know, explosive diarrhea). I bought way too much, ended up juggling three bags, and narrowly avoided a collision with a very judgmental-looking baguette.
- Opinion: French people are genetically predisposed to looking stylish while carrying groceries. I, on the other hand, looked like a pack mule.
- Mid-day (12:00 PM - 3:00 PM): The Cathedral. Majestic. Intimidating. Filled with echoing silence and a heavy sense of history. I might have (probably did) shed a tear at the stained glass. It was either the beauty or the sheer effort it took to climb the spiral staircase to the bell tower after I realized I didn't need a lift. My quads are still screaming.
- Imperfection Alert: I almost tripped on the way down. Twice. Let's just say grace is not my strong suit.
- Afternoon (3:00 PM - 7:00 PM): Explored. Wandered the cobblestone streets (again, feet are rebelling), got lost (again, shocker), and stumbled upon a tiny little art gallery. Saw a painting that resonated with the deepest, darkest, most ridiculous parts of my soul. Decided to buy it. It was way outside my budget, but I needed it.
- Evening (7:00 PM - 9:00 PM): Dinner, same bistro. I was starting to feel almost local. Almost.
- Night (9:00 PM - Whenever My Inner Critic Decides to Shut Up): Back at La Caravelle. Journaling. Okay, more like trying to write a witty travel blog that will get cancelled within 2 months. Can't sleep because both my feet and my brain are on constant replay of the market, cathedrals, and a looming sense that I'm going to forget something important any second.
Day 3: The Day I Became One With the Wine (and Maybe Got Lost Again)
- Morning (9:00 AM - 12:00 PM): Wine tasting. Finally! I'd been building up to this. Started with a local winery a short drive from Riom, tasted some incredible wines. The tour, however, was confusing. My French is abysmal, and the winemaker spoke faster. Much faster. I caught about 10% of what was said, and ended up nodding enthusiastically at every comment, even when I had absolutely no idea what was going on.
- Lunch (12:00 PM - 2:00 PM): A picnic, because why not? Found a gorgeous park overlooking the rolling hills. Pulled out the cheese, bread, and leftover market goodies. Ate too much. Felt utterly content.
- Emotional Reaction: Pure, unadulterated bliss. This. This is why I travel. This is why I put up with the luggage weight, the language barriers, the existential dread!
- Afternoon (2:00 PM - 6:00 PM): More wine tasting? I thought it would be fine. Not too much wine, right? Wrong. Very wrong. I don't remember much of the afternoon, but I do recall: a very animated conversation with a pigeon (pretty sure I was speaking French by then), some interpretive dancing near an ancient ruin, and the insistent feeling that I'd left my wallet somewhere.
- Evening (6:00 PM - onwards - This is where the memories get hazy): Apparently, I made it back to La Caravelle. I think I had dinner. I think I found my wallet. I may or may not have tried to order room service (there isn't any). I'm pretty sure I sang loudly (and badly) in the shower. Then I fell asleep.
- Quirky Observation: The bed felt like a cloud. Or, perhaps, it was a cloud. I honestly can't remember.
- Night (Whatever Time I Woke Up, Feeling Like a Wreck): Headache. Regret. But also, a strange, giddy feeling of accomplishment. I survived! And I had a story to tell.
Day 4: Farewell, Farewell (And a Plea for the Existence of Elevators!)
- Morning (9:00 AM - 12:00 PM): Packing. The dreaded moment. Trying to strategically fit everything back into that suitcase. It was even harder with a painting to protect. I almost left the painting behind because it was so heavy and the streets were cobblestone. But I managed.
- Rambling: It always feels bittersweet, this packing. Anxious to go home, but also dreading the end of the adventure. But maybe the sadness is the point.
- Noon (12:00 PM - 1:00 PM): Goodbye, La Caravelle. Gave the owner a slightly awkward hug. The view from the room once again was amazing. Said goodbye to those darned cobblestone streets. My feet were dancing on air.
- Opinionated Language: I will miss the charm, even with its flaws. I'll miss my small, quirky room with a view. I'll miss Riom. Until the next time I visit.
- Afternoon and Evening: The airport, the flight home, the inevitable jet lag, the mountains of laundry. But the memories? The market, the cathedral, the wine, the pigeon, the existential dread… all of it, etched forever in my brain, and now, on this travel blog.
Final Verdict: Riom and La Caravelle were an imperfect, chaotic, beautiful, hilarious, stressful, amazing experience. Would I recommend it? Absolutely, if you're okay with a little (okay, a lot) of imperfection. Just pack comfortable shoes. And maybe a
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1. So, La Caravelle Riom: Is it REALLY a secret? Or just… well-marketed pretension?
Listen, I went there expecting to be surrounded by, like, three other couples and a guy with a monocle. But the place was packed! Okay, maybe it's not a total "secret" anymore. But it *feels* secret, you know? Tucked away in this sleepy little town in the Auvergne region… It’s not exactly on the tourist bus route. You feel like you're in on something special, like a well-guarded treasure. Or maybe I'm just easily bamboozled by ambiance.
2. What’s the vibe? Like, should I wear sequins, or just roll out of bed? (And should I bring my dog, Geoffrey?)
Okay, Geoffrey the wonder-dog stays home. Seriously. La Caravelle is NOT dog-friendly, which on the one hand, bummer, because Geoffrey deserves fine dining. On the other hand, peace. The vibe? It's… sophisticated, but not stuffy. Like, you could definitely wear a nice dress, and you'd fit right in. But you wouldn't get side-eyed for wearing a smart casual outfit. Honestly, it's more about the FOOD than the fashion. And thank goodness, because I’m NOTORIOUS for spilling things.
3. Let's talk food. Is it worth the hype (and, you know, the potential train fare)? What's the BEST dish? Tell me EVERYTHING.
Okay, FOOD. Here's where things get seriously interesting. Yes. Absolutely YES. WORTH THE TRAIN FARE (and whatever stress the French train system decides to inflict on you). I had the tasting menu. Because, when in Rome (or, you know, Riom…), right? Look, it was a rollercoaster. One minute I was practically weeping with joy over a perfectly seared scallop, the next I was muttering, "How is this even possible?" about a sauce that tasted like pure, liquid sunshine. I'm not even exaggerating. The BEST dish? Oh, that's a tough one. I'm still DREAMING about the *bœuf bourguignon*. Seriously. Slow-braised, melt-in-your-mouth… It was like a warm hug on a plate. And the wine pairings? Divine. They *knew* what they were doing.
4. Okay, but what if I'm a picky eater? Are there options for the delicate souls among us?
Good question! Honestly, the menu is a bit more traditional French, so if you only eat chicken nuggets and plain pasta, you're probably going to be miserable. Call ahead and explain your issues - maybe they can accommodate some dietary whims. They're usually pretty understanding. But come on, live a little! Be adventurous! Or, you know, order a salad. But if you're paying premium prices, expand your horizons a little, won't you?
5. The service. Was it snooty? Did they make me feel like an idiot for not knowing what "foie gras" is? (Again, I might need to call ahead.)
Service was fantastic. Not even a hint of the *arrogance* I sometimes find in fancy restaurants. They were attentive, friendly, and genuinely helpful. They did, however, speak French. So... brush up a little on your “bonjour,” “merci,” and “un verre de rouge, s'il vous plaît.” (Even if you end up butchering the pronunciation.) I think I asked what a "truffle" *was* once. They didn’t roll their eyes, they just explained it with a polite smile. Major points for that, La Caravelle. Major. Points.
6. The wine list. Is it ridiculously expensive, or can I afford a decent bottle without taking out a second mortgage?
The wine list is extensive… and, let's be honest, you’re not going to get away *cheaply*. But they have a range of options, from more affordable regional wines to serious, special-occasion bottles. The sommelier will guide you, not judge you for your budget. I managed to find something delicious without completely destroying my bank account. And hey, if you're gonna splurge, this is the place to do it. That said... I did accidentally spill some red wine on the pristine white tablecloth. *mortification intensifies*
7. What was the *worst* part? Be honest. Even perfect places have flaws.
Okay, brutal honesty time. Parking was a nightmare. Riom is a lovely place, but finding a decent parking spot in the old town is like searching for a unicorn. I spent 20 minutes circling the block before finally finding a spot three streets over. Minor inconvenience, but it did take the edge off my pre-dinner buzz. And... the lighting. It's romantic, yes. But it's also a *little* too romantic. Seriously, could barely read the menu. I felt like I needed a flashlight. Also, I accidentally knocked over a water glass at one point. Clumsy, thy name is me. Those are my only gripes.
8. Would you go back? Is it *really* worth the trip? Give me the final verdict!
Absolutely. YES. One hundred percent. I’d happily go back tomorrow, if I could. The food was *that* good. The atmosphere was charming. The service was impeccable (despite my clumsiness). And okay, maybe it's not a *total* secret anymore, but it still feels special. La Caravelle? It’s a culinary adventure you shouldn't miss. Just practice your French, bring your patience (for parking), and prepare to be utterly enchanted. And for heaven's sake, be careful with the water glasses! (And maybe don't wear white around the red wine.) Go. Now. Seriously.
