High Desert Test Sites is going to Secret Restaurant with a show called Full Moon Ramen on March 15. Sounds pretty neat!
We’ve stayed at The Saguaro in Palm Springs two times. People always ask how it is, hoping to solve some sort of desert puzzle that they’ve yet to open themselves. We say it’s fine, not the best, but good. The walls in the rooms are thin and, while the execution of color is brilliant, at points it does feel like a fancy Holiday Inn (Ahem, the bathrooms.). It’s decidedly not suffocatingly scene-y and the pool area is quite nice. It’s probably the most dog friendly hotel in the city, too.
The biggest reason to go to The Saguaro isn’t because of anything related to actually staying in the hotel, though: it’s for the food, specifically the Mexican treats at El Jefe. The restaurant and bar is the casual dining concept at The Saguaro located on the Southeast side of the lobby. It’s entry is through an exposed wall bookshelf filled with Southwestern tchotchkes and Saguaro related items. It’s never crazy in there and everything is surprisingly authentic and good. Who knew there was a Mexican destination in the middle of the desert?
This past weekend was quite busy for persons visiting the desert. Why? Because it was the start of the yearly design celebration Modernism Week. There was the always fantastic Modernism Show & Sale, the outdoorsy Prefab Showcase, the art dipping Palm Springs Fine Art Fair, and—of course—enough double decker bus tours to last you a week. All of the happenings are a delight but one was very special and quite different from the rest. That title goes to The Christopher Kennedy Compound, an interior design wet dream as the entire house was broken down into little spaces for designers and creatives to build out fantasy Palm Springs living quarters. Yes, it is as decadent as you can imagine.
Palm Spring’s Stephen Archdeacon Gallery has an upcoming show on February 19 called Driven which will feature the work of Eric Nash along with cars shown by Bob Merlis and Matthew Reader.
One of the things I love most about L.A. is getting the hell out of L.A. I love that we are two hours away from a totally different and varied experience than the one we live in. Whether that’s a different landscape, city, island, whatever, there’s an amazing array of things to try in the radius around Los Angeles.
So, from time to time, I like to hop in my car and explore. Let my hair down, shake off any stress-y bullshit and get the hell out of Dodge. Today is Saturday and I’m about to get my road-trip on. I put my playlist on shuffle and watch the LA skyline in my rearview mirror fade then vanish altogether. I’m officially in adventure mode, I roll the window down. I roll the window back up. It was messing up my hair.
Today I’m heading out to Temecula Valley, wine country. To be honest, I don’t really know anything about Temecula Valley wines—and perhaps that’s why I’m skeptical. I have an awful suspicion that I am going to end up drinking boxed wine in a lawn chair, while the movie Bro is projected on someone’s F150. Not that I would be totally opposed to this, but all my rhinestone trucker hats are being dry cleaned.