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😍

I was thoroughly impressed by the cleanliness and elegant design of the room. The bed was exceptionally comfortable, and the ambiance created a calm and relaxing atmosphere. The staff went above and beyond—always courteous, helpful, and welcoming. The hotel’s location is excellent, with easy access to key areas of Beirut, making it an ideal choice for both business and leisure travelers.

I stayed at the urban garden for 5 nights in a bunk bed in the ladies only dorm. The whole place is absolutly spotless, well kept and cared for. Well done to the cleaning team, not easy job and they doing it great! The bed was super confy and the shower with good pressure and very hot. Every evening i would find fresh tea and typical sweets in the common area which i believe came from the hostel. Nice touch! The restaurant is lively and to my surprise food was excellent and not overpriced. All staff including cleaning staff had a very good to perfect english. At the reception which is the first point of connection between a guest and the business i met Houssam, what can i say. Extremelly professionally, easy to talk to, very accomodating and above all he cared. He cared abt the clients and about his work - a rare thing these days. I must add that all staff at reception were great and very helpful but Houssam had to be mentioned for the honest care i felt. Absolutly incredible person and worker.

Staff very friendly recommended to all

It is a very good hotel and well located. The team is great and helpful. Breakfast was delicious. For sure I would stay at the Gems hotel again.

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.