Hotel Justus

Hotel Justus Overview

Hotel Justus sits on Jauniela 24, right off the bustling Krišjāņa Barona Street. I first walked up the stairs on a rainy Tuesday, and the smell of fresh coffee and buttery croissants hit me before I even reached the lobby. The front desk clerk—Mārtiņš, I think—gave me a warm grin, handed me a keycard with a tiny embossed “J” that looked like a secret code. Check‑in was quick, but you really get a sense of the place when the bellhop drops a bag on the floor with a friendly “Sveiks!” (Hello) and a quick mention that the Wi‑Fi password is “Rīga2025” (avoid the old default). I parked my car in the underground lot, and the elevator ride gave me a taste of the city’s winter chill—just a few breaths of cold air before you’re inside.

The rooms feel like a cozy attic loft. The bed was huge and the linens had that soft, almost velvety feel that’s hard to find in other 4‑star places. I could hear the distant hum of buses on the street, but the walls are thick enough that you don’t feel the city’s buzz. The bathroom is a little small, but the shower is surprisingly hot, and the scent of lavender soap almost made me forget the cramped space. The balcony—yeah, it’s a balcony—offers a view of the old town’s cobblestones, and on a clear morning, you can spot the spires of St. Nicholas Cathedral threading through the mist. The real charm, though, is the little art piece on the wall: a local street photographer’s portrait of a Riga bus, and the hallway smell of fresh bread from the café downstairs.

Speaking of the café, the breakfast nook is a hidden gem. I ordered the traditional Latvian rye bread with smoked salmon and a strong black coffee that hit just right. The barista, a young woman named Anete, chatted about how the café opens at 6 a.m. because “people like to get a head start before the city wakes up.” I lingered until 10 a.m., and the place was still quiet, only the clink of mugs and the faint murmur of tourists. The lunch menu is surprisingly good—think grilled trout with dill, and you can’t help but notice the local bulk of pickled herring. I was a bit annoyed that the parking at the street level was limited, but I found a spot in the building’s basement, and the elevator was almost always free of traffic. And honestly, the noise level is pretty low—except when the city’s nightlife spills over from the old town, but that’s a whole different vibe. Overall, it’s a spot that feels like you’ve slipped into a friendly neighbor’s house, not a generic hotel experience. The staff may not shout about “luxury” or “world‑class,” but they genuinely care about your stay, and the little touches—like a handwritten note on the desk saying “Enjoy your day, Bjarke” (just a random name I saw)—make it feel real. If you’re planning a visit to Riga, especially during the summer festivals or the quieter winter months, Hotel Justus is a solid, authentic choice that won’t let you down.

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