25 Degrees Restaurant, Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel
On Friday afternoon, Gabriel and I headed to L.A. for the weekend. We stayed at the Roosevelt on Hollywood Blvd., one of the historic (read: oldest) remaining hotels in the area. It has recently undergone some renovation, but apparently our room was still in need of some, as when I had decided to take a shower and stepped in the tub, the faucet assembly was missing… just a tube stuck out from the ceramic tile. After about an hour and several visits from the maintenance crew, the faucet was in place and I was able to take my shower. I thought it strange that they would rent a room out without all of the plumbing intact. Even with the renovations, it had a somewhat grungy feel to it; perhaps the painting technique used on the tile in the bathroom, which made it look dirty, and the enamel chipping off the bottom of the tub or the haphazard spackle beneath the black paint on one of the walls of the room, or even the not so clean duvet cover (though the bed was very comfortable). My 11 year old son and I had a good chuckle about the shag bag in the mini-bar (he said something about the folks who stay here were more concerned about the shag bag than the missing tub faucet… ahhhh, such wit!).
The food, however, was excellent. We ordered room service twice and both times the food was excellent, though costly. The lemon curd pancakes were definitely memorable. On our final day’s stay we went to have breakfast in the restaurant downstairs, 25 Degrees. The food was tasty but again quite costly.
Something must also be said of the sumptuous lobby area, which has retained its majestic presence. The bellhop and valet folks were very polite and on it. I’d made an appointment for a massage out by the pool area and got there a bit early. The scene by the pool was very uh… hip? It made me feel about 20 years older than I should have been to set foot in there, but I had to wait until my therapist, Brick, came to bring me back to the massage cabanas. The security person screening the folks at the entrance to the pool told me to go ahead and kick back on a lawn chair while I waited but there wasn’t any shade and I wasn’t in a bathing suit. The massage was fabulous and will have to become a semi-regular treat.
Photo of L.A. taken from the roof of the Griffith Observatory
The initial purpose of this little get-away was to attend a private viewing (for Friends Of The Observatory) organised by the Griffith Observatory from 3AM to 5AM on the morning of September 1st of the Alpha Aurigid Meteor Shower… though there was no guarantee that the meteors were going to cooperate. We awoke at 2:30am and headed over to the observatory and settled in on the lawn with our tea to watch the sky. We were rewarded with about a half dozen or so meteors (more I’m sure, but these are how many we witnessed ourselves). We were also able to view some of the exhibits inside to observatory, as well as have a peek through the Zeiss telescope. We’ll have to go back soon!
Dinner on Saturday night was enjoyed at our constitutional: Le Clafoutis on Sunset, and preceded by a visit to Meltdown Comics. As always, the food was excellent. Now if only this insane heat would finally break!