Parveen Farm: Mumbai's BEST Kept Secret for Fresh Produce!

Parveen Farm Mumbai India

Parveen Farm Mumbai India

Parveen Farm: Mumbai's BEST Kept Secret for Fresh Produce!

Alright, buckle up buttercups, because I'm about to spill the chai on Parveen Farm – and let me tell you, it's NOT your average hotel review. We're talking about a hidden oasis, a Mumbai secret, a place where… well, let's just say I'm already planning my next escape.

Parveen Farm: Mumbai's BEST Kept Secret for Fresh Produce! (And So Much More!) - A Messy, Honest, and Totally Obsessed Review

Okay, so the headline is true. Fresh produce? Absolutely. But Parveen Farm? It’s like… a whole vibe. Forget the sterile, cookie-cutter hotels. This place is an experience. And I’m here to give you the FULL, unfiltered download, warts and all (not that there were many!).

First, the Essentials (Let's Get the Boring Stuff Out of the Way):

  • Accessibility: Okay, so this is important. As for getting there? Uhm, It's a bit of a drive, but worth it.
  • Internet & Techy Stuff: Yeah, there's Wi-Fi. It works. You get it in your room (THANK GOD), and in the public areas. There's even LAN. Honestly, I was more interested in the fruit.
  • Cleanliness & Safety: Look, in the current climate, this is EVERYTHING. And Parveen Farm GETS IT. I felt safe. Like, really safe. They've got ALL the measures – sanitizing, distancing, staff trained to kill any germ with a look. Individually wrapped everything? Tick. Room sanitization options? Yep. Anti-viral cleaning? You betcha. They're not messing around, people. And it shows, because the place? Sparkling.

The Stuff That Matters: The Experience, Baby!

  • Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Food, Glorious Food! Listen, I’m a foodie, and Parveen Farm delivered. The restaurants? Plural. Multiple choices. Asian breakfast? YES. Western breakfast? YES. Buffet? YES. A la carte? YES. The coffee shop was my daily haven. The restaurant had amazing (I'm talking, seriously amazing) desserts. Oh, and the Poolside Bar? Genius. Just pure GENIUS. The Asian Cuisine was a highlight. And I really enjoyed the breakfast service, because of the fresh fruit.
  • Things To Do, (Ways to Relax): Ahhhhh… Relaxation! Okay, so they have the spa. They have the sauna. They have the pool with a view, the steam room! And the… the massage. Oh, the massage. I think I ascended to another plane of existence. Seriously. The Body Scrub and Body Wrap? Yes and yes. They even have a fitness center (which I’m pretty sure I didn’t visit… priorities, people). The Foot Bath was heavenly. Did I mention the pool? And the view? You can be sure I was in the Swimmign pool [outdoor].
  • Rooms: Okay, so the rooms. They’re… comfortable. No, really, they are. Air conditioning (duh!), Blackout curtains (essential for a good nap after the massage!), and a coffee/tea maker (thank god!). They have free bottled water. They also have a desk, a laptop workspace, some nice toiletries, and Wi-Fi [free]. A lot of stuff. I had the sofa, for my weary bones after a hard day of relaxation. My room had, and this is important, a window that opens!
  • Services and Conveniences: The staff were INCREDIBLE. Seriously, they made you feel like royalty. Concierge, doorman, daily housekeeping (my room was always spotless), laundry service (thank god for that!), and a currency exchange. They also do a dry cleaning, and have an ever popular elevator.
  • For the Kids: Family friendly. Babysitting service. This place is perfect for families; I observed.
  • Getting Around: Airport transfer? Yup. Car park [free of charge]? You betcha. Valet parking? Also yes.
  • More Stuff: Well, for one, they have a shrine.

The Good, The Bad, and The Beautiful (My Actual Experience):

Okay, so let's get real. My entire experience at Parveen Farm was something akin to… love. I was expecting a nice hotel. What I got was a complete escape from the Mumbai mayhem.

The Highs:

  • The Food. The Food. THE FOOD. The breakfast buffet was seriously life-changing. Everything seemed to come straight from the farm. The freshness? Unbeatable. I'm talking juicy mangoes so sweet they made my teeth ache (in a GOOD way).
  • The Spa. I got the massage, and I will never be the same. Pure bliss. I think I even saw a unicorn.
  • The Ambiance. It's a total escape. The lush greenery, the quiet… You feel like you're a million miles away from the city, even though you're not.
  • The Service. The staff were genuinely lovely. They remembered my name, my coffee order, and even my (slightly embarrassing) obsession with the banana bread. They were there for every need.

The Slight Hiccups (Because nothing is perfect):

  • Transportation. Getting there is, as I said, a bit of a trip. So plan accordingly.
  • The sheer volume of goodness. It’s… overwhelming. So many choices for food, things to do… you might need an extra day or two just to decide what to do.
  • Maybe the coffee could be a little bit more… stronger

My Honest Verdict: BOOK IT NOW!

Seriously. Stop reading this review and book it. You need this. You deserve this. Parveen Farm is more than just a hotel; it's a sanctuary. It's a place to unwind, to indulge, and to reconnect with yourself. It's a place where fresh produce and impeccable service meet to create the perfect escape. And who doesn't need that?

My Quirky Observations:

  • The little jars of homemade honey at breakfast were a revelation. I may or may not have smuggled a few extra.
  • The pool view? Instagram gold. Prepare for your feed to be flooded with envy.
  • The staff’s smiles are genuinely infectious. You can’t help but feel happy there.

The Offer (Because I Know You Need This):

Okay, so you’re convinced, right? Here’s the deal:

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  • Complimentary Upgrade: Because you deserve it. (Subject to availability).
  • A Romantic Dinner for Two: Candlelit, delicious, and guaranteed to make your heart flutter (or at least your stomach).
  • A Complimentary Spa Treatment: A signature massage to melt away any stress (because we KNOW you have some!).
  • 10% Discount on all Activities and Food: So you can truly indulge.

Why wait? Escape the ordinary and discover the magic of Parveen Farm! Book your unforgettable experience today!

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P.S. Tell them "the banana bread enthusiast" sent you! They'll know. (And maybe you'll get extra honey.)

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Parveen Farm Mumbai India

Parveen Farm Mumbai India

Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't your grandma's itinerary. This is my potential trip to Parveen Farm, Mumbai, and trust me, it’s gonna be a wild ride. I'm basically winging it and hoping for the best. Prepare for a generous helping of internal monologue, existential dread, and the occasional outburst of sheer joy.

Day 1: Arrival & The Great Mango Tango (or a Potential Disaster)

  • Morning: Arrive at Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj International Airport. Okay, first hurdle: navigating what I've heard is a glorious, chaotic mess. I'm picturing armies of eager porters, aggressive taxi drivers, and the general feeling of being completely and utterly lost. Pray for me. I'll be using the pre-booked airport transfer. I'm praying the driver actually shows up. Please don't let me get stuck haggling over a rickshaw at 6 am. I'm not a morning person.

  • Mid-morning: Finally, maybe, arrive at Parveen Farm. Breathe. Deep breath. Hopefully, it’s as idyllic as the pictures suggest, and not just… well, you know. The internet can be a liar. I'm expecting lush greenery, the scent of spices, and maybe a gentle breeze rustling through the trees. What I might actually get? Construction noise, aggressive mosquitoes, and a grumpy farmer. Again, pray for me. First order of business: check in, collapse on the bed, and assess.

  • Afternoon: Alright, so the farmhouse is either charmingly rustic or desperately in need of a renovation. The initial impressions will set the tone for the entire trip. Assuming all is well(ish), Time to get my Mango fix! Parveen Farm is, according to its website (the glorious liar), famous for its mangoes. Mangoes are practically the reason I'm here. I've been dreaming of the sweet, sticky, sunshine-in-a-fruit sensation. I’m going to dive headfirst into a mango frenzy! I'm envisioning a mango tasting session, a mango-themed cooking class (if they offer one, fingers crossed!), and possibly, a mango-related existential crisis. (Can a mango truly change your perspective on life?) This is potentially a very important mission.

    • Anecdote Alert: Okay, so this reminds me of the time I tried to make mango lassi at home. Disaster. Utter, sticky, mango-y disaster. I blame the blender. And my lack of skill. I'm hoping the professionals at Parveen Farm have a better handle on things.
  • Evening: Dinner at the farm. Expecting authentic Indian food, a bonfire (again, hoping!), and the opportunity to meet fellow travelers (if there are any). Or, you know, just me, a plate of dal, and the sound of crickets. That's cool too, I guess. It will be what it will be. I'm trying to adopt the "go with the flow" attitude, but my inner control freak is screaming. I'll drink some chai and hope for the best.

Day 2: Farm Life, Yoga (and a Possible Meltdown)

  • Morning: Sunrise yoga. Apparently. Ugh. I'm a yoga skeptic, let's be honest. But, like, I'll try it. Gotta embrace the "wellness" aspect of this trip, right? My biggest fear: ending up in a contorted pose, covered in sweat, and feeling like a complete idiot. (Spoiler alert: this is highly likely.) At least the scenery will be pretty, assuming I open my eyes long enough to appreciate it. If I’m honest I'd much rather sleep. We'll see.
  • Late-Morning: Embrace Farm life! Now this is where the itinerary goes wild! They promise a farm tour. I'm hoping for cute animals (cows! Goats!) and maybe a chance to actually do something. Pluck vegetables? Feed chickens? I'm open to a bit of honest-to-goodness farm work. The thought of getting my hands dirty actually appeals to me. Maybe I'll discover a hidden talent for… manure management? (Okay, probably not.)
  • Afternoon: The Cooking Class. If I’m lucky enough to get a cooking class! This could be amazing; it could be disastrous. Like, I really want to learn how to make proper Indian food. I have a long list of things that I want to cook, and I will get the recipe even if I have to beg. But, more importantly, I’m picturing smells of spices, vibrant colors, and a general sense of accomplishment. It could also be the time I set fire to the farm's kitchen. Again, we'll have to see.
  • Evening: Some kind of cultural performance? Bollywood dance lessons? I'm not sure what's on offer, but I'm going to try and engage. I'm not exactly a natural dancer (or, you know, anything), but I'll try to embrace the spirit of things. (This is also an opportunity to hide behind my camera and judge from a safe distance.) Also, more dinner and more chai. I can get behind that.

Day 3: Exploring Mumbai (or, "I'm Leaving the Comfort Zone")

  • Morning: A Trip into Mumbai. Ok, the farm is nice, yes, but I'm not going to lie, I crave real life. So, a taxi into Mumbai! I'm heading to the Gateway of India. It's iconic, it's supposedly a must-see, and it's probably going to be crowded. I'm preparing myself for sensory overload: a cacophony of sounds, smells, and sights. I am picturing hustlers, tourists, and enough history to make my head spin. I do however love history, so it is a must see.

    • Messy Thoughts: Will I get scammed? Will I get lost? Will I accidentally eat something that renders me immobile for the rest of the trip? These are the questions that keep me up at night.
  • Afternoon: I'm hitting up Crawford Market. It's a sensory experience. I will probably be overstimulated. Hopefully I won't spend all the money!

  • Evening: Back to the farm. Dinner, and a well-deserved collapse. Maybe I'll actually journal this time. Probably not.

Day 4: Relaxation, Reflection… and Departure (Maybe I'll Miss it?)

  • Morning: Sleep in! Finally! This is non-negotiable. Or, if I’m feeling energetic (and the mosquitoes haven't eaten me alive), maybe a leisurely walk around the farm. Just soaking it all in, you know? Trying to appreciate the simplicity of it all. Then, I can spend all day doing absolutely nothing.
  • Afternoon: Doubling Down on the Mangoes! This is the moment I've been waiting for! I am getting my professional mango massage and trying the mango themed spa experience. I'm not even sure that's a real thing? But I'm gonna embrace it. Then I'll probably sit in a hammock and eat a mango while I think.
  • Evening: Last dinner, maybe a fire, maybe some goodbyes. I'm going to be real sad about the mangoes. I fully expect to be exhausted, sunburnt, and slightly bewildered, but I'm also hoping to leave Parveen Farm with a newfound appreciation for the simple things in life (and a serious mango craving). Departure. Back to reality. Back to the chaos.

I’m not gonna lie… part of me is secretly terrified. But mostly, I’m excited. I mean, mangoes, anyone?

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Parveen Farm Mumbai IndiaOkay, buckle up. This is gonna be less "FAQ" and more "Random Rants & Rave About [Whatever the thing is]"… let's just *say* it's about getting a puppy. Because, you know, *puppies.*

Okay, So... Puppies. Realistically, What Am I Getting Myself Into? (Please Don't Sugarcoat It.)

Alright, buckle up, buttercup. You're not just getting a fluffy bundle of adorableness; you're getting a tiny, four-legged furry *tornado* of chaos... and it's glorious. Seriously, I remember the first week with little Barnaby (a tiny, fluffy terror of a Pomeranian mix - bless his cotton socks). I didn’t sleep properly for *days*. I spent more time cleaning pee and poo off the floor than I did actually, y'know, *living*. My coffee was *always* cold. And the biting? Oh, the *biting*. My hands looked like I’d been through a tiny, fluffy meat grinder. But then... he'd do this thing. This little *wiggle*, this head tilt, this look that basically screamed, "You're my person!" And you're instantly, irreversibly, hooked. It's like a drug! A messy, smelly, wonderfully exhausting drug. Think sleepless nights, a chewed-up couch leg, and a whole lotta love. That’s the truth. And worth every single second. Mostly.

Potty Training. Please. Tell Me It Gets Better Than This.

Oh, honey. Potty training. The bane of every puppy parent’s existence. Look, the first few *weeks*? Pure hell. Like living in a perpetually damp and slightly-offensively-scented bubble of accidents. I swear, Barnaby could hold it for precisely eleventy seconds. Actually, let me just give you a quick mental image. I was so sleep-deprived, so focused on peeing and pooping timing, that I began to actually think of it as my sole job, and forget about my other, more pressing responsibilities. Like, I nearly forgot to go to my work presentation, as a consequence of my constant vigilance. It does get better, eventually. *Eventually*. Hang in there. Consistency is key. Reward the good, ignore the bad (unless it's on your Persian rug, then... deep breaths, people). And maybe invest in industrial-strength carpet cleaner. You’ll need it. I still remember the joy of the day he finally, *finally*, started consistently asking to go out. It was like winning the lottery. The *smelly* lottery, but still... a win.

What About The Biting? Will I Regret Getting This Puppy So Badly?

Oh, the biting! That’s another goodie. Puppy teeth. They are razor-sharp. And they *hurt*. My hands. My ankles. My *socks*. I swear, Barnaby thought my toes were some sort of chew toy. It's a natural instinct, part of their learning and playing. It's their way of exploring the world. I actually ended up buying little gloves to wear around the house at one point, I was that desperate. But it WILL get better. Provide plenty of appropriate chew toys (and rotate them so they don't get bored!), redirect the biting by substituting a toy for your flesh (that's a tough one, trust me), and be patient. And try not to yell when your favorite sweater is sacrificed to the tiny, fluffy gods of chewing. That's the ultimate lesson I learned. I got rid of all my expensive stuff for a while, just to get me through the teething period. You *will* survive. And eventually, the biting will subside. And you'll miss those little nibbles. (Okay, maybe not. But you *will* be glad it's over).

Okay, Okay... Training. Is It *Really* That Important? And How Much Time Does It Need?

Oh boy, training. Okay, look, I’ll be honest. I am, by no means, a dog whisperer. But yes, training is absolutely crucial. Not just for your sanity (though it helps with that, *a lot*), but for your puppy's well-being. It gives them structure, boundaries, and helps them become a well-adjusted member of society (as much as a dog *can* be, anyway). Basic obedience like sit, stay, come— these are life-savers! I tried the whole DIY approach at first. Big mistake. Barnaby would only obey me when he felt like it, which was approximately never. So, I broke down and hired a trainer. Best. Decision. Ever. Even if it did involve me sitting in a muddy park, yelling "Leave it!" at a small, fluffy tornado of a puppy while everyone else seemed to have perfect, well-behaved Labradors. It's time-consuming (especially at first!) but so worth it. Because eventually, Barnaby, bless him, learned to listen. *Mostly*. And those rare moments of actually achieving something, like recalling him from a distraction? Gold. Pure gold.

Food. What's The Deal? Are Those Fancy Organic Kibbles Really Worth It? And How Much Will It Cost?

Food. Ah, the ongoing saga of what to feed your tiny, furry overlord. There are a million and one options out there, and frankly, it's overwhelming. And it can be expensive. I started out trying to be *that* pet parent - the one who only feeds the artisanal, free-range, organic stuff. But let's be real, sometimes life gets in the way, your bank account hates you, and a bag of regular, store-bought kibble becomes your best friend. The bottom line? Do your research. Talk to your vet. Find something that your puppy enjoys (because let's face it, they're the boss). And be prepared for your *puppy* to have opinions. Barnaby went through phases. One week, he’d inhale everything in sight. The next? Picky, picky, PICKY. (That period was particularly infuriating. I almost had him signed over to a fancy restaurant dog). And the cost? Well, it varies. But factor it into the budget. Because food is a *constant.* It's a commitment. And trust me, you'll be spending more time worrying about what's in his bowl than what's in *your* own.

Exercise. How *Much* Exercise? And What If I'm Just... Tired?

Exercise...oh, the joys of forced fun, in the name of puppy fitness. Exercise is absolutely critical (you knew that, right?). It keeps them from being destructive, helps them burn off the crazy energy, and, let's be honest, wears them out so you *might* get a peaceful evening. I was so naive. I thought, "Oh, a tiny puppy! A short walk around the block will do the trick!" Wrong. So, so wrong. Tiny puppies become *unstoppable* energizer bunnies. The amount of exercise needed varies depending on the breed (Google is your new best friend here, trust me). But generally, be prepared for multiple walks a day, playtime in the park, and endless games of fetch in your living room. Even when you’re exhausted. This is the part where I started to realize that getting a puppy was more than just "cute". There were days when I just wanted to collapse on the sofa and watch TV. But Barnaby, bless his little heart, would look at me with those big, pleading eyes, and I'd drag myself out the door. And, you know what? I almost always felt better afterwardsComfort Inn

Parveen Farm Mumbai India

Parveen Farm Mumbai India

Parveen Farm Mumbai India

Parveen Farm Mumbai India