The London, West Hollywood, Los Angeles
Rhiannon Taylor, December 2014
I don't like being predictable. I'll scowl if you guessed that every time I go to Los Angeles I'm staying at The London, but I can't argue. It's true. I'd spend my last dollar in LA trying to afford a room here. Why? It's not the location. The hills are great, but you need a car wherever you stay so West Hollywood isn't particularly advantageous. It's not the service either, you've got the Andaz and Mondrian a few doors away who are just as nice. It's the pool and if you don't think that's a thing, it is.
LA can be pretty unfriendly to the visitor. The endlessness of Los Angeles and it's traffic and pollution can really suck holiday joy out of you. But a quick elevator ride to The London rooftop and there waiting is a pool surrounded by hedging, white rose bushes and ivy, beckoning you to have some iced tea and forget the city.
It was at The London, my mattress obsession was born. Unfortunately made exclusively for the hotel chain (I was desperate to purchase one), it sucks you in like a black hole and you can never get up. If and when you finally do rise, put on the robe, it's light and isn't three sizes too big. The disposable slippers don't feel throw away as you shuffle into the bathroom. Mosaic tiled walk-in rain shower on one side, plunge bath on the other, you can sit in the middle at the vanity space and glam yourself for hours in perfect lighting.
British influences extend in to the room, with velvety furnishings in greens, blues and blush pink. The cuisine is Gordon Ramsay throughout poolside, restaurant and in room dining. I rarely make it to breakfast, but when I have managed to get wake up in time, the selection of pastries, cereals, fruit and eggs are small but done well. The opulent dining room dressed in brown leather and pink velvet with retro booths and gold chandeliers, like everything else at the hotel, feels straight out of a James Bond film.
When you're at The London, you're part of the cool club, without having to flash your AMEX. You can have a few friends on the deep patio and be content that the night isn't going to spiral out of control. If you're keen for a big one, don't stress, The Standard is just down the road. But here, you'll want to hire an Aston DB5, drive up to the hills and smoke a cigar.
I stayed in a London Crown Suite. Suites start at $399 USD per night.