Isn’t there something iconic about saying. “I’m at the Parker…”. Exactly, we thought so too. So off to the Parker Palm Springs we went (interestingly enough, we were also at the Parker Meridien New York just a couple of weeks ago as well, not realizing they were related).
The hotel is definitely an experience – it took us a while to get the vibe down, but once you know what to expect, it’s a pretty “groovy” set of digs. I told that to my parents and they asked me what we meant by groovy, and were we smoking up there in our spare time. Anyway. The rooms and property have this weird retro feel you can’t put your finger on – like you’re anachronistically caught in an episode of I Dream of Jeannie or guest starring on Mad Men. It’s a place were you could wear white go-go boots and not look out of place. Cocktail classics and Brazilian samba are on constant din in the background, and the Jonathan Adler designed property is full of little surprises everytime you turn the corner.
Because diplo-baby was in tow, we ended up eating quite a bit at the hotel which turned out to be a good thing – cuisine is solid through and through, and DB constantly charmed the wait staff for additional smoothies. Concierge super helpful even if general staff can be on a sleepier (“groovier”?) pace sometimes.
The hotel was California’s original Holiday Inn so if you’re in the main buildings you’ll definitely feel that once you put two and two together, giving a whole new meaning to one of our favorites songs, Chillin’ at the holiday inn (which you might recall we applied to the Weisses Rossl). And as icing on the cake, the grounds are gorgeous – truly one of the best gardens I’ve see on a property. Now that we know the drill, we just have to find a reason to go back. It could just be the perfect place for an anniversary party.