Jason K.
Google
Come for the View, Run from the Crew
We enjoyed a spectacular view from Room 4509, and the room itself is well-appointed and luxurious. A sliding wall reveals either the sink and counter or the bath and shower, allowing you to enjoy the view while washing up. The building itself is impressive.
Unfortunately, it is wasted by hotel management and staff—utterly clueless at the art of five-star service.
This became apparent at check-in, when staff could not locate our reservation. We retrieved our receipt to resolve that, but the episode foreshadowed the mechanized way this property is run. When something falls outside pre-training, the staff short-circuits.
The biggest disappointment was breakfast. The restaurant, Cooka, looks more like a cafeteria than a five-star dining room. It appears designed to emphasize the view, but views from guest rooms are better. A wiser choice would have been to create a pleasant atmosphere with soothing decor, privacy, and comfortable seating. Instead, automated carts rolled past with mountains of dirty dishes from guests determined to get their money’s worth. Just what every five-star diner wants to see.
Even that was tolerable.
What wasn’t tolerable was being told no after asking the staff member at the egg station for a poached egg to put on rice. She said only the pre-set list of egg options was possible and pointed to the paper I’d already seen at my table. A robotically limited menu in a five-star kitchen betrays a bias toward group tours and non-discerning guests. Worse, the menu included a poached egg with sauce—but removing the sauce was apparently impossible.
The manager eventually brought the poached egg. Fine, but that wasn’t the point.
A five-star hotel should understand that every staff member’s real job is not enforcing procedure, but making guests happy.
After complaining, we were upgraded to the club lounge for breakfast the next day. It was even worse. The same food in a smaller space, managed by the most oblivious staff member yet. Despite the upgrade, he saw our original breakfast tickets, cold-shouldered my wife, nearly spit “That’s Cooka,” and tossed the tickets back before a subordinate corrected him. His demeanor flipped instantly. “Welcome!” he trumpeted through a plastic smile.
We skipped the lounge and went to a nearby McDonald’s. That’s where this supposedly five-star establishment lands you.
This is not a genuine Marriott. It’s a licensed franchise run by Kintetsu, embodying the worst version of Japanese hospitality: pre-trained bots who don’t think. Procedures are memorized perfectly, but even minor deviations are impossible. Marriott should examine how its name is being tarnished here.
This building deserves a bona fide five-star team. Until it gets one, minimize staff interaction and enjoy the view privately.
We won’t be back. Osaka has many hotels with views. Few manage to squander them quite so efficiently.
Come for the view, run from the crew.