Hey guys! Remember that time we tried to ski Les Grands Montets in a blizzard and ended up in a snowbank? Well, Chalet Ardoise just redeemed my entire relationship with ski trips. Let me tell you about this snug, soulful spot in Argentière where the fire’s always lit, the Hermès bathrobes are heated, and the only drama is deciding who gets the mezzanine bed. (Spoiler: It’s me. Fight me.)

First Impressions: Wait, This Chalet Has a Spa Boot Room?

Chalet Ardoise isn’t just a chalet it’s a vibe. Part of the Les Rives d’Argentière complex (four chalets linked underground like a Swiss cheese of luxury), ours felt like a mix of grandma’s cabin and James Bond’s secret lair. Slate floors, wool throws thicker than my winter thighs, and windows so big, Mont Blanc basically became our third roommate. We spent the first hour just… staring. And then someone found the Champagne.

The Bedrooms: Where Everyone Gets a “Main Character” Moment

Five bedrooms, all with en-suite bathrooms (no midnight hallway sprints bless). The mezzanine snug with its eaves-bed? Perfect for kids or that one friend who still thinks sleeping in a “secret attic” is cool (looking at you, Dave). My pick? The master bedroom, where the Hermès bath products made me feel like I deserved a Nobel Prize for existing. Pro tip: Hog the terrace-access room morning coffee with glacier views is life-changing.

The Boot Room: Our Après-Ski Sanctuary

Let’s talk about the boot room. HEATED. WITH SNACKS. AND A SOFA. After years of soggy socks and frozen toes, this felt like ski salvation. We’d stumble in post-slopes, peel off our gear, and collapse onto the couch like overcooked noodles. Boot warmers? Genius. Ski snacks? Essential. Underground garage? We used it once before deciding the chalet’s driver service was worth every penny (shoutout to Pierre, our hero in a van).

The Food: We Ate Like Kings (But Wore Pajamas)

The private chef? A wizard. Breakfasts were a choose-your-own-adventure: fluffy pancakes, local cheeses, or eggs so perfect they made me question my life choices. Dinners? Four-course masterpieces paired with wine that made us all feel vaguely French. On our “nights off,” the chalet booked us at La Remise (fondue so good we licked the pot) and Le Dahu (tartiflette that cured my fear of carbs). But honestly? We missed the chef’s truffle risotto like a lost limb.

The Jacuzzi: Where We Solved World Peace (Sort Of)

The sunken hot tub on the deck became our nightly ritual. Soaking there under the stars, steam rising into the icy air, we debated everything—from climate change to whether Dave should dye his beard white to match the snow. Pro tip: Bring waterproof speakers. Taylor Swift + bubbles + Mont Blanc = core memory unlocked.

Why This Chalet Beats Your Ex’s Ski Trip

Kid-Friendly Magic: The loft bed is a tiny human’s dream (and your excuse to claim the master suite).

Peak Luxury, Zero Pretension: This isn’t a stuffy five-star hotel. It’s a home just with heated slippers and a chef.

How The Plum Guide Hooked Us Up

We booked through The Plum Guide, and they delivered. Not only did they snag us a rate that didn’t require a second mortgage, but they also:

Pre-Stocked the Fridge: Local cheese, wine, and chocolate? Yes, please.

VIP Lift Passes: Skipped lines like we owned the mountain.

24/7 Concierge: When Mark lost his gloves (again), they had new ones delivered in 20 minutes.

Leaving Chalet Ardoise felt like saying goodbye to your favorite sweater. It’s warm, a little quirky, and makes you feel like the best version of yourself. After 10 years of blogging, I’ve learned this: True luxury isn’t thread count it’s laughing till your cheeks hurt in a hot tub, eating risotto in pajamas, and knowing your friends will never let you live down that time you face-planted off the chairlift. Book it. Invite me. I’ll bring the wine… and my stolen Hermès shampoo.

P.S. Tag The Plum Guide in your pics they might just send you a free ski pass. 🎿