We went to Malta on a whim. Literally. It was a question of “oh we’re in Moscow, where would be warm in early June?” and somehow, someway, Malta was the answer.There were highs and lows, and while there was little about it to knock my socks off, it was a fantastic respite from Moscow. There was no one thing about Malta that made me love it, but the many elements it has to offer proved its worth.
Airport: Malta Airport
Nothing huge to recommend it, but its an okay little airport. Not a ton of food options in the departure lounge – which is always a big negative in my opinion, but a very respectable duty free section.
Where we stayed: Radisson Blu Resort, St. Julians
I betrayed booking.com and thought, this time lets go somewhat inclusive. Let’s have three pools, three restaurants, a gym, a sauna, a spa and a quarterdeck bar. I went to expedia and said “Yes! let’s book flights and the hotel at the same time for less!” The stars aligned and we connected in Munich (making a 40 minute connection because Munich is awesome).
We arrived and I have never missed a boutique hotel so so so much. This is not to say that the Radisson was not wonderful. It truly was very nice. It was the cookie cutter feel that stuck with me. The room with the chipped paint and fat box sized televisions, the feeling that for every extra perk there actually was a price list to go by, the long hallways carpeted hallways that reminded me of my apartment complex in D.C.
Breakfast was awesome (I mean how can you not love a massive hotel when they offer 20 different breakfast selections, including brioche). The spa was very nice despite the fact that I was sunburned throughout my massage ( my masseur very nicely just rubbed aloe vera into my burn). The restaurants had some very good food and wine.
Would I book again? Probably not. I’d probably spend the extra money and go all inclusive and utmost comfort/care. Do I regret Radisson? Not at all.
Where we ate:
Apologies for the profanity, but this was worth reporting. Really good burgers, great prices, cold Cisks. We ordered the Maltese burger (rabbit, lettuce, rocket, rabbit sauce and onion) and one South Africa (grilled chicken marinated in peri peri, lettuce, onion, sweetcorn and coleslaw). Chips and mayo. Nom!!!!
We almost missed Marsaxlokk and I don’t think Malta would’ve been the same trip without it. Steve’s a big seafood fiend, so we stopped at this harbor side eatery, run by three sisters (and their fisherman husbands) for lunch. White wine and fresh fish later, we were sold on Malta.
If you go to Malta, you must go here. I kid you not. Miss three sisters, miss badass burgers. This is the sandwich of a lifetime. You can’t miss it – there’s a bicycle outfront with the menu. Order foccacia with salami, prosciutto and capicola, completed with pickles and balsamic reduction. Oh, and you’re welcome.
Since there were three restaurants in the hotel, we obviously ate there once in a while. All in all, the food is quite good. Steve had the traditional Maltese rabbit (are we sensing a theme?) and I had the duck. Did my life stop with this restaurant? Honestly, no, but it was rather good.
What we saw:
So cool, especially for any WWII buffs out there. Recently opened to the public, this is well worth the trip to learn about Operation Husky. Guides are fantastic, but it is a little tricky to locate.
Loved Marsaxlokk. Loved. Loved the food, walking on the water and the market there everyday. It’s bit of a ride from St. Julian’s but makes a great stop on the way to Blue Grotto.
A great way to spend the afternoon -breathtaking art and tapestries, as well as a very well equipped armoury.
Another great stop on the way to the Grandmaster’s palace. A wonderful Caravaggio exhibit as well as a beautiful place of worship.
Gozo was cool. Blue waters and amazing rock formations. We ended up booking a tour through our hotel, and it turned out to be a bus with most passengers averaging about 30+ years to us, but it was still fun.