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 can absolutely recommend the hotel, I felt very comfortable there. The rooms are spacious and very clean. Nice gym. All the staff are extremely courteous and helpful. After a day of sightseeing, the rooftop pool is a wonderful place to relax and the food in the restaurant tastes fantastic. So glad I chose Hamra Urban Gardens. Can't wait to go back there!!

it was amazing hotel the staff was friendly cute the cleaning was very good l liked the hotel so much and i will recommend my friends to book at lemarly hotel

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.