Hotels in Hamra, Beirut

The Hotel is Clean and the Location is perfect, the staff Bshara and fatin was very friendly

Everything was amazing! Highly recommended😍

The staff were so great All of them are so kind All in all, helpful and kind The location is great Electricity 24/24 Pick and drop to the airport service so great, and the captains were so kind and helpful No one asked for any additional charges or tips Overall, it was great staying Thank you, Ehab Thank you recipient's staff

My stay at Hamra Urban Gardens was nothing short of fantastic. The combination of the hotel's amazing location, cozy ambiance, and the remarkable rooftop area with its pool and vibrant vibe made it an unforgettable experience. I highly recommend this hotel to anyone visiting Beirut, as it offers the perfect blend of comfort, convenience, and exceptional service. I would like to extend my sincere gratitude to Mr. Mike, the manager of Hamra Urban Gardens, for his exceptional assistance and kindness throughout my stay. He went above and beyond to ensure that all my needs were met and that I had a memorable experience. His professionalism and genuine care for guests truly made a difference, and I greatly appreciated his efforts. Thank you, Hamra Urban Gardens, for providing me with a truly remarkable stay.

Location and really nice breakfast

The hotel Location and the staff I have booked room and it's upgraded to Suite Room, it was very good expection. Service is Great.

Very clean and perfect location

Friendly staff, great location, tasty breakfast!

The worth of a hotel is never in the number of stars stitched above its door. I have slept under too many five-star linens, woken in corridors whose silence knew nothing of me. But here, in Hamra, in Beirut, in the villages that lean into the sea, the welcome is not rehearsed. A key pressed into your hand feels less like a routine, more like a secret passed along. It is always the small things: someone making sure I had a SIM card so I could stay tethered to the world outside; a quiet word about which neighborhoods are safe, which streets fold in on themselves after dark; advice that came precisely when it was needed, never with questions attached. I only learned his name after the third or fourth time he appeared — Aymen — and by then the pattern of his help had already drawn itself, light as water, invisible as air, and just as necessary. The room itself? Sheets white enough, the window opening to air tinged with salt, the breakfast olives and bread and coffee poured without hurry. Simple, yes, yet heavy with survival. You taste not the butter but the persistence of someone still preparing it. And still, every wall remembers — fifteen years of civil war, the month in 2006 when airstrikes turned towers into dust, the morning in 2019 when the banks shut and numbers disappeared, the afternoon in 2020 when the port cracked open and the shockwave carried across the city. And September 2024, when pagers and walkie-talkies detonated almost at once, in pockets, in drawers, in shopfronts — the sound of certainty breaking. Families leaving with clothes un-folded, windows left open behind them. Yet the receptionist still says welcome. The waiter still sets down the tray as though it were the last drop of water in a desert story. The city is broken, and breaking, but it has not learned suspicion. Perhaps everything else has been taken, except this. If you ask me to rate: the sheets are fine, the hot water works, the Wi-Fi flickers.