The Hassler, one of Rome’s most prestigious hotels, has the body of a grand dame – complete with Michelin-starred dining, superlative style and enviable real estate atop the Spanish Steps. Its heart, however, is that of a family-run inn, free of pretense and suffused with a disarmingly personal warmth. This hotel has been a favourite of celebrities and royalty for more than a century, and the staff provide a level of personalised service befitting their clientele. Amenities include the in-house Rossano Ferretti Hair Salon, the small Amorvero spa and fitness room, and a 24-hour concierge service led by the inimitable Daniele, for whom no request is too large or too small.
Perched above the iconic Piazza di Spagna, this storied hotel overlooks Rome’s most elegant shopping district, centred around the boutique-lined Via dei Condotti. For guests who don’t want to navigate through the crowds on the Spanish Steps, the Hassler’s private electric car can whisk you directly down the hill to your favourite designer artelier. Hotel Hassler is also within walking distance to several city sights—including the Trevi Fountain, Piazza Navona and Villa Borghese—and many of the upper-floor rooms and suites, and the penthouse restaurant, boast sweeping views over the city rooftops and church domes.
The Hassler celebrated its 125th anniversary in 2018, marking five generations of the Wirth family at its helm. Over the past few years, the hotel has been steadily updating its lavish, if somewhat stodgy, décor of dark oak, veined marble and potted ferns under the impeccable eye of Astrid Schiller Wirth. The latest renovation is the lobby, a stunning Art Deco-inspired space of chocolate-brown lacquered wood, black granite and sleek brass tempered by an original Murano chandelier, rediscovered stained glass windows and flawless Ciaffoni floral design. The overall effect is a contemporary, sophisticated space that remains true to its Belle Époque origins.
For a taste of Hassler’s historic opulence, settle in with the fur-bedecked clientele at the adjacent Salone Eva for a drink. You’ll be surrounded by a sumptuous, though predictable, triumph of tufted velvet, thick carpets and bevelled mirrors that makes one rather hope that Schiller Wirth turns her exacting gaze here next.