Four Seasons Hotel Tokyo at Otemachi vs Four Seasons Hotel Firenze

A room here runs you well over $1,000 a night and what you actually get for it is service that keeps surprising people who've stayed at a dozen Four Seasons before. Guests get escorted to the 39th-floor lobby and checked in without ever standing at a desk, and the stories pile up: a front desk agent arranging an English-speaking doctor and off-menu chicken broth for a guest with food poisoning, a concierge team coordinating an entire week of reservations over WhatsApp before the flight even landed. The breakfast gets called the best in Tokyo often enough that it's worth building a morning around, and Virtu, the bar off the lobby, has a following of its own.

Where it gets more mixed: the rooms lean minimalist rather than warm, which a few guests flag as un-Four-Seasons, and the lobby sitting six floors up means two separate elevators to reach a room, which reads as fussy after a long flight. One guest found the spa's steel-lined pool and rules-heavy vibe more clinical than relaxing. And the address, ten minutes from Tokyo Station rather than in the middle of Ginza or Shibuya, splits opinion: some love the quiet, some call it inconvenient for transit despite the subway lines underneath the building. Janu Tokyo, the newer arrival at Azabudai Hills, comes up constantly as the alternative — better suites, weaker views, no age minimum at this pool versus most others.

Book it if you want a Tokyo base that treats you like a regular by day two and don't need to be in the middle of Shibuya's noise. The views of the Imperial Palace and, on clear days, Mount Fuji, are hard to argue with at any price.

The garden is what you're paying for as much as the room. Eleven acres, the largest private grounds in central Florence, and you walk through the gate and the city noise just stops, even though the Duomo is a walk away, not a drive. That's the reason people keep coming back even though the hotel sits slightly outside the main tourist core. The garden and the Michelin-starred cooking at Il Palagio are the two reasons to book this over anywhere else in the city. Staff show up by name and by specific act: a server named Francesco pushed the signature Negroni and made the table's night; a spa technician named Letizia got singled out for a nail appointment that ran long in the best way.

The real thing to know about is check-in. One recent report describes a honeymooning couple told, as they were shown to their room, some version of "well you would have had this... but you have..." after they'd already declined a paid suite upgrade — that's a training problem, not bad luck, and worth shutting down politely if it starts. Base-category rooms draw a separate, fair complaint too: dark, small, and a real step down from the palazzo suites; one guest was pushed toward one and only got moved after complaining twice. Summer brings enough toddlers to the pool that a couple of travellers found it more nursery than adult retreat, and the poolside burger gets called flavorless more than once.

None of that changes the case. Book above the base room if you can stretch to it, push back once if the upsell starts, and go outside peak family season if the pool matters to you. Book it for the garden and the kitchen at Il Palagio.