at winston & Main, expect art, a thoughtfully curated experience, and intention in every detail
Now that you’ve looked at many (but it was so hard to choose) photos of us in all our pink glory, I figured I’d share a little about the rest of our trip. Which basically consisted of checking into The (fancypants) Parker and never leaving…
We took advantage of a midweek special and were given $250/day in food credit to gorge ourselves silly. It was awesome. Another bonus of traveling midweek was that we pretty much had the place to ourselves.
Nothing you haven’t seen on the interwebs before, I’m sure. BUT awesome just the same. There really isn’t a corner without something interesting/colorful/swoonworthy or just plain weird in this place.
On Sunday night we enjoyed a pretty epic dinner at Mr. Parker’s. Oysters and wine, more oysters, shortribs, and desserts before tottering back to our room.
And I really can’t say enough good things about these stillwarm donuts at Norma’s in the morning. (well, two more: lemon curd.) Also, breakfast cocktails in to-go cups for some well-lubricated property exploring. Genius.
The aforementioned to-go cocktails.
Our private pool.
Have piñata, will travel. We went with the cheapest room, figuring we wouldn’t be spending that much time in it anyhow, but it was giant, awesome, and extremely well-decorated. Score.
Just a few more pretty corners + a roaring fire, because, you know it rained our last day in Palm Springs. It was delightful, and blissfully cooler than the LA weather we returned to.
And finally, the stuff road trip dreams are made of, this giant dinosaur in the mist.
Next time, we’ll have to leave the hotel. Maybe…
