Twenty hours in the Hills

April 30th, 2007 · No Comments

The hotel, that is

We enjoyed our brief day in the sun this weekend, from check-in at 3:00 on Saturday until check-out the next noon.Ooh, Color Watchman!We maxed out our time, hitting the Fountain Coffee Shop, the Polo Lounge, and the pool, and spending some quality time lounging in our room. Our second room, that is; our first room, which we walked into after we checked in, seemed to belong to someone else, a couple who looked fairly surprised when we opened their door with our key. I thought, “Hmm, are we sharing a suite or something?” but then the woman from the check-in desk had discovered the mistake and gave us a new room.

We had a snack at the Fountain Coffee Shop when we got in, which consisted of a milkshake and a bagel as we sat next to six officers from the L.A. County Sheriff’s Department who were in the house on a wedding detail, apparently. Their cars were parked outside, intermingled with the Ferraris and Maseratis on display.

Police and thieves...

We went for a stroll around Beverly Hills for the rest of the afternoon, passing by the house with six Ferraris out front, and a bunch of other pretty ridiculous residences, none of which seemed to be particularly inhabited at that particular moment. We spent some time in Will Rogers Park, which apparently used to be the front lawn of the hotel, back in the day.

Fountain in the park

Dinner at the Polo Lounge was delicious, and we counted seven different waiters, servers, attendants, and others who came to our table over the course of the evening. Any concerns about our wardrobe were alleviated when we saw people in sweatshirts…and sweatpants. And we remembered that it’s just L.A., and no one dresses up, for anything. I promptly untucked, and felt much better.

We ordered breakfast from room service the next morning, a healthy combo of granola and fruit with some fresh squeezed orange juice; who knew that would set you back fifty bucks? Yikes. It was tasty, though. We spent some quality time lounging at the pool with our Sunday (New York) Times, and checked out by noon, our twenty hours in the land of posh pampering over a little too soon. More photos here.

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