Reporting from Palm Springs—The first thing that caught my eye: the coyote wearing a pearl necklace.
The critter strides in a diorama above the front desk, near a cactus with red Christmas ball flowers.
Then there is the vintage ice cream cart from which tamales are served poolside. And those guest room meditation cushions woven from foil gum wrappers.
No wonder I barely blinked when a waiter bearing drinks rolled by on a skateboard.
Ace Hotel & Swim Club
701 E. Palm Canyon Drive
Palm Springs, CA 92264
Prices begin at $89. Side-by-side suites with private patios starting at $309 are nice. King lounge rooms, with twin beds that can be curtained off, are a good choice starting at $149 for a couple with two kids.
It's how things are at the Ace Hotel & Swim Club, a quirky but super-stylish place that opened Feb. 12 in a re-imagined 1960s complex, a former Howard Johnson's that had fallen into disrepair.
It's not much to look at from the street -- five barracks-like two-story buildings. But once you're inside, it's clear that millions of dollars and a hip team of designers and artisans has created something magical. Also magical: room rates that start at $89.
This isn't just another of the city's signature midcentury modern hotels. "We absolutely didn't want it to be just about that," said Roman Alonso, a partner at L.A.'s Commune, the principal design team. "There are elements of camping, elements of communal living, elements of nature" -- as well as an urban-vibe-meets-desert-resort ambience.
Having booked one of the $89 rooms, I expected little more than a Motel 6. I was wrong. The second-floor room, a simple king, was 295 square feet with a nice sitting area. At first I was puzzled by all the off-white canvas covering one wall, the French doors and the platform bed. Nautical in the desert? Then it dawned on me: Sahara and tents.
One bedside table was a slice of tree trunk, the other a custom-made wooden crate. Two walls of horizontal white wooden slats had pictures from old National Geographics hanging from S-hooks. (Guests may hang their own photos.) For bedtime reading, there were vintage issues of the magazine. There was a radio-alarm with an MP3/CD plug-in. The mini-bar offered the usual, plus Rawnola (unbaked granola bars), organic Goji bars and condoms. No coffee maker.
Faux animal-skin rugs lay on the dark cork floor. A flat-screen TV was wall-mounted above a campaign table; a footlocker held extra pillows. There were an iron and board, a safe and two striped flannel robes, their labels reading, "Thank you for sleeping with us." An in-room double sink had a roomy shelf and good lighting. The stall shower in the small bath had a rain head, lots of hot water and pump bottles of body wash, shampoo and conditioner.
Over the bed were a pair of bullet-shaped "love lights" with red bulbs at one end, white at the other. Electric outlets were plentiful and placed conveniently high. There's Wi-Fi throughout the hotel.
In short, there was nothing to dislike -- until I went for dinner at the King's Highway restaurant. One look at the brightly lighted, Denny's-like space and I retreated to the dark and pleasantly cave-like Amigo Room bar, where I was served a good steak sandwich. The dinner menu offers only five entrees, from spaghettini at $10.95 to cowboy steak at $28.95. But there's also an all-day breakfast and a selection of basics and sides that includes chili, fish tacos, brisket and a black bean burger. The focus is on local and organic.
I learned later that the King's Highway restaurant actually had been a Denny's. The green vinyl booths have been replaced with brown leather, and a terrazzo floor was unearthed beneath a layer of linoleum. I relented and had lunch there, a good chicken club sandwich with homemade mayo and roasted tomatoes on rustic bread. Nice touches: French press coffee brewed to order, a mini-milk bottle creamer, raw sugar in a little Mason jar.