Palm Springs Jet Lag Journal
Traveling on someone else’s dime – this is the holy Mecca, friends. There is no sense in having a job that requires travel if you aren’t going to bother to create your own perks.
Kyra and I spent a week working a conference outside of San Diego, at the LaCosta Resort & Spa in Carlsbad (fancy). We worked, played tennis, watched the Tony Awards, and did yoga at The Chopra Center (also fancy). And then took advantage of the free flight to the West coast and embarked on a road trip to Palm Springs (oooh, fanciest). Let me tell you the tale of our midcentury modern migration.
This is our rental, I pleaded my way to a convertible. Kyra relented with an audible sigh.
Where We Stayed
The Alcazar Hotel is a delightful, Mediterranean-style inn that was refurbished into a 34-room boutique hotel with a great pool and view – annnd, this is what counts for budget in Palm Springs. We found that most bloggers stay at the Ace, but the Alcazar was much less of a scene and just as visually arresting. Also, it is within the downtown area, so you can walk to restaurants and outdoor festivals.
Website: Alcazar Hotel
Amenities: Pool with plenty of towels and water; bright white Townie bicycles to rent; Intelligentsia coffee, tea and pain au chocolat for breakfast; free parking; free Wifi (which is more than I can say for the coffee shop I’m sitting at right now).
Where We Ate
Our hotel was also associated with Cheeky’s, a hotspot for breakfast and lunch for the locals. The menu changes weekly, which is unfortunate since it would take more than a week to work through every single delectable item. We went four times (count ’em), picking up cayenne-spicy green juice and biscuits in the morning, and straight to lunch from the pool in the afternoon still in our suits. They have a bacon menu that allows you to buy per slice or do a full “bacon flight.” Pictured is the Little Gem Salad with avocado, dates and quinoa, the Rosemary & Brown Sugar bacon and an iced coffee with agave syrup.
Ah, yes, we did indeed make it to The Ace, where we hit up old-Denny’s-cum-hipster-hangout King’s Highway. It’s very clearly still a Denny’s diner design, but add in some super good looking tipsy twenty somethings, attach a thumping club around the corner, and you get the idea. This marks my first and hopefully not my last appetizer of fried avocado. We hit up the photo booth, where I discovered that Kyra has a plethora of poses that she keeps in her back pocket for occasions such as this.
Let’s talk about Mr. Parker. This is the formal dining option at The Parker Hotel, with low mahogany ceilings, beautiful artwork on all four walls, and grand piano. The service was first-class, the clientele not so much. The married couple next to our table in Tshirts and blue jean shorts – on the man, no less – decided to serenade the restaurant with their Muzak sing-a-long skills. It was loud and it was long. I can find that kind of crazy at my corner Starbucks, so thanks, but no thanks. Despite the fame of this iconic Palm Springs hotel, the two restaurants were desolate. I had a hankering for the pie milkshakes at Norma’s for dessert, where you select a pie and ice cream flavor to be served like a parfait, but the empty outdoor space deterred us.
Workshop was recommended to us by the charming owners of Flow Modern Design. A former city council building and movie theater that was renovated with whitewashed cathedral ceiling beams, sleek poured concrete, and industrial lighting, this is not at all the typical Palm Springs style. We stopped here for cocktails and dessert, and were so exhausted from the sun that we basically stared at each other and mixed up words like “breakfast” and “boyfriend.” Check out this beautiful description of my champagne cocktail:
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