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Round Hill is phenomenal. Sincere, intimate hospitality; private child care; large, beautifully designed rooms by Ralph Lauren; and breathtaking grounds (to which no photo can do justice) -- it is easily among the best resorts in Jamaica, even with a few mosquitoes and ants in the room.
Reporter: William B.
Updated: November 25, 2009
Like a country club in the Amazon, with a refined, book-reading clientele to match.
Immersed in carefully crafted flora, Round Hill is one of the few Jamaican resorts that actually feels like it's in an exotic, far-away land -- sweetened air, flirtatious birdsongs, and the all-night frog and cricket chorus that New Yorkers buy for their sleep-wave machines and yoga centers.
The colonial subtlety of Round Hill -- its simple bilevel buildings built into the hillside, the bellman's white regal uniform, the staff's insistence on calling guests "Sir" -- all work to evoke aristocratic sensibilities, yet the spirit is still incredibly calm. The restaurant might cross Vivaldi with some ska, but the music is always discreet -- a background to waves crashing against the rocks. At the bar, a remarkable jazz pianist takes over in the lounge each evening.
Populated by quiet couples and young families, the crowd comes mostly from the United States, Great Britain, and Germany. Even with all-inclusive packages available, I didn't spot any major boozing. Service is definitely attentive and welcoming, but this is communicated by simple hellos, smiles, and brief greetings from the management. No one attempts to engage guests in dancing or any of the other glitzy hoo-ha found at other resorts. All this works to attract a thoughtful community of guests, each very polite and even friendly to one another. But most guests seek time alone with a book rather than sugary cocktails and poolside make-out sessions.
Warm, sophisticated hospitality by staffers who seemingly never forget a name or a preference.
Per Jamaican custom, younger employees took to calling my fellow reporter and me "Sir Joey" and "Sir William" -- a light balance of royal familiarity -- and within the first day, everyone seemed to know our names. While wandering through the spa, I encountered lines of extraordinary, sweet lilac-scented white flowers outside the adults-only pool. On the off chance that the flower was common to the region, I asked the first employee I spotted, a woman working in front of the fitness room, if she knew the name of the flower. She immediately took my name and room number, contacted the gardener, and explained that he was gone for the day but that she would leave a message for me at the desk -- that this minor question would be her first priority the next day. Sure enough -- the crinium lily, also known as the spider lily, was outside the spa. (She even made sure the spelling was correct.)
The staff at all levels makes every effort to "welcome home" their guests, many of whom visit the resort for extended periods at least once a year. Returning guests are asked to notify the desk, and Round Hill maintains a pretty die-hard following. I encountered one couple who had been staying there four months out of the year -- every year.
Remote and blissfully quiet area that's a 40-minute cab ride ($35 each way) from the airport.
Outside Montego Bay (in an entirely different state, known locally as a different parish), Round Hill is located in Hanover. But this doesn't mean much to most guests, who typically only leave the grounds to visit the famous Tryall Golf Course, 10 minutes away. The villas are spotted along a lush stretch that sings to the remote exoticism of a bygone Jamaica, far from the prostitutes and faux-coke dealers found at the party-crazed Hip-Strip (about 30 minutes away). But this also means that there's a 40-minute cab ride (for about $35, each way) from the airport.
Along the property's edge, shallow patches of softbeach lie between gnarled tree roots and coarse rock cliffs, between spotted yellow frogs and geckos shooting up tree limbs faster than I could catch with my camera. Being in a remote area of Jamaica has clear advantages, namely more stars, quieter nights, and a welcome distance from the party buses. But with it comes red winged ants, mean-looking crabs, and, of course, cockroaches too big to fight with a steel-toed boot.
Aruguably among the best hotel rooms in the world, they're designed by Ralph Lauren and feature white décor and ocean views.
The resort consists 27 hillside villas (divided into 74 suites) and 36 rooms that were designed by Ralph Lauren (a member of Round Hill's board of directors and the owner of two homes on-site). In order to create an electronically detached environment, none of the rooms have a TV and any iPod-ready music devices. Bring more than one book: There's not much to the on-site library.
In the rooms, the back wall opens to a large wood-planked terrace built into the cliff edge, overlooking the ocean. White linens are draped over a black-coated, natural wood, four-post bed frame. A beautifully finished desk sits beside some remarkably comfy, deep-set white chairs accented by royal blue throw pillows and magenta, pineapple-embroidered blankets.
Observing the customs of the hotel, I removed my shoes at the door so as not to upset the delicate white stone floors. I have to applaud the housekeeping staff: Keeping white clean is as hard as one would expect. In many (if not most) cases, this dangerous style choice can be a hotel's undoing -- angel white can turn to spoiled milk within months. But the walls were spotless, the furnishings pristine. The only flaw was some slight mildew behind the shower door, which I had to crawl on our knees to see. The gleaming chrome showerhead more than compensated. Any slight imperfection, like loose stitching on the woven cotton comforter, appeared calculated, like frayed designer jeans.
But being open-aired (windowless) meant that the shutters needed to be drawn for the AC to function, eliminating the otherwise immaculate view. Likewise, the desk was extraordinary, but all of the nearby outlets were dominated by the fridge and the only lamp available. But I gladly forgave all this if merely because it gave me ample opportunity to procrastinate -- can't work, no outlet; can't work, too hot; can't work, no Internet.
The only substantial flaw was the abundance of mosquitoes and inch-long flying red ants in the room. The hotel provided a slightly scented plug-in mosquito repellent that helped solve the problem, but it's obvious that my bug problem was not unique -- other guests have complained of the same.
A water-sports hut, glass-bottom boat, kayaks, spa, and business center, as well as a 24-hour infinity pool.
The dense, tropical grounds are a phenomenal feature unto themselves. They create an isolated, aristocratic haven, one that evoked the breathtaking calm we thought only available to characters in a Jane Austen novel.
Tree-lined paths were sprinkled with activities -- a water sports hut, the glass-bottom boat, parasailing harnesses, a rack of kayaks -- but they all fit with the remote aesthetic.
Built into a cliff edge, the 24-hour infinity pool (beaming red and turquoise by night) is the most popular feature. Even with so many kids at the resort, the pool saw far less splashing than pensive ocean gazing along its ledge.
In a colonial mansion on the adults-only side of the resort, the spa prides itself on being a cut above the standard, Glade-freshener massage vibe.
I took advantage of the fitness center, open from 6 a.m. to 10 p.m., which stuffs some high-end but slightly outdated Cybex equipment behind a 42-inch flat-screen tuned to CNN. Yoga classes are available, and I spotted a few young mothers stealing meditative moments over the courtyard while the hotel-supplied nannies took care of their kids.
In the Pineapple Room, a 62-inch flat-screen TV drew a crowd for movies during a sudden storm or "Monday Night Football" but otherwise remained empty.
The library stores a collection of books ranging from "Golf Digest's Greatest Courses" to existentialist feminist novels by Simone de Beauvoir. Though there are a few Tom Clancy thrillers and chick-lit-like beach reads, it's best to bring your own reading material.
The business center is hidden in front of the main entrance and hotel lobby. It consists of a few PCs (the hotel charges for Internet use), a single printer, and a high-powered AC unit. Shopping spaces are also on-site.
Staff-supplied nannies, kids' menus, and a kids' club are just some of the kid-friendly features.
Round Hill goes to great lengths to accommodate families, largely through the staff-supplied nannies, women dressed in athletic white (like they're ready for Wimbledon) who act as a cross between baby sitter and backup parent. They cost $10 an hour for a single kid and $12 an hour for two kids. When Suzie has an ice-cream-related tantrum, Mother can take her aside and the nanny can stay with Billy while he finishes his milk. I spotted a number of families throughout the resort, each sitting with their nannies during lunch, and there was an unmistakable bond between them. At the very least, the kids all seemed to develop an unusually informed attachment to the Jamaican people, which is much more than I spotted anywhere else (i.e. kids barking orders at an all-inclusive staff).
Kids' menus are available at every meal. The menus were single, readable sheets with Batman and Rugrats characters. Kids can eat chicken fingers with ketchup, spaghetti, and chocolate milkshakes every day, should their parents condone it.
The Pineapple kids' club, a small shack filled with games and toys, is more popular during school holidays.
Immaculate everywhere, which is almost impossible given the ubiquitous white paint.
I found the entire property beautifully maintained. Considering the abundance of white everywhere, this was no small feat. I've seen otherwise beautiful properties ruined by their failure to repaint and repolish around the clock to keep the aesthetic radiant. My room was spotless, save some slight mildew in the shower, but nothing made me cringe. (I didn't even notice it until the next day, and that's after we took photos of the whole place.)
Great food, but it's expensive
Great food, but it's necessary to add the sticker shock right at the forefront. Lunch for one -- just a sandwich, a Coke, and some banana ice cream -- runs about $40. Dinner for two, a buffet-style lobster and steak BBQ (with no steak after about an hour), and with no alcohol, is about $160. Paying the all-inclusive fee ($170 per person per day) might actually make sense, if merely to take the sting out of signing the bill after an otherwise phenomenal meal.
Round Hill is one of the most beautiful (and expensive) properties in Jamaica, meaning that a wedding here will be flawless and elegant -- but that comes with a somewhat gratuitous price tag.
Round Hill is phenomenal. Sincere, intimate hospitality; private child care; large, beautifully designed rooms by Ralph Lauren; and breathtaking grounds (to which no photo can do justice) -- it is easily among the best resorts in Jamaica, even with a few mosquitoes and ants in the room.
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| Number of Rooms: | 110 |
| Pool: | Yes |
| Fitness Center: | Yes |
| Spa: | Yes |
| Internet Access: | Yes |
| Pets Allowed: | No |
| Cribs: | Yes |
| Kids Club: | Yes |
| Jacuzzi (in room): | Some |
| Casino: | No |
| Location: | Montego Bay, Jamaica |
| Toll-Free: | (800) 972-2159 |
| Phone: | (876) 956-7050 |
| Address: | Alice Eldemire Dr, Montego Bay, Jamaica (See Map) |
We've visited hundreds of hotels. We slept in the beds and swam in the pools, and when we got home, we debated the pros and cons of every hotel and picked our favorites in a number of categories. Here's how this one stands out:
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