Trixieland

Soooo I’m back in the nasty, gnarly, no-fun, cold and HAIL-Y Northwest. It blows. I had fun in SD. I love SD. I want to move to SD. Seriously. Any a youse guys know of a job opening in San Diego? For reals. Me likey sunshine, palm trees and surfers…

 

My hotel in SD was a little less fab than I was expecting, yet had a beauteous balcony. Which led me to think about all the hotels I’ve stayed in for the past 18 months or so. Which led to the following:

 

TriXie’s Guide to Where -and Where Not- to Stay:

 

Best View: Pacific Terrace- San Diego

Best Beach: Playacar Resort – Playa del Carmen

Best Bed: W – New Orleans (the one on Poydras St.)

Best Room Service: Four Seasons – Austin

Best Bathtub: The Driskill – Austin

Worst Bed: The Mondrian – Los Angeles

Worst Decor: The Clift – San Francisco (a purple and orange shoebox)

Best in-room entertainment: Tie between the Fairmont in San Jose and the Courtyard Marriot in Palmdale

Best Internet Service: The Driskill – Austin (free wireless!)

Best Decor: Tie between the Driskill in Austin and the Palace Hotel in San Francisco

Best Staff: W – New Orleans (I asked housekeeping to leave me alone because I was sick –Jagermeister sick, but they thought it was the flu– and the front desk called and offered to bring me soup or go get me aspirin. Southern hospitality, folks)

Worst Staff: The Mondrian – Los Angeles (robo-actors in kakhi)

Worst Elevators: Tie between the Mondrian and the Clift. Basically Ian Schraegar hotels blow.

Yuckiest Clientele: The Luxor – Las Vegas (old people! ew!)((not you, OGHC; you are my soul and inspiration))

Worst Food: Playacar Resort – Playa del Carmen

Best Free Toiletries: Four Seasons – Austin (ooh L’Occitane)

Best Bathrobes: W – New Orleans

Worst Minibar: Grand Hyatt – Washington D.C.

Grossest Color Scheme – Tie between the grody pink and purple exterior of the Camino Real in Tijuana and the baby poop colored walls at the Pacific Terrace in San Diego.