The Crescent Hotel Beverly Hills, Sonder United States

Crescent Hotel Beverly Hills: Sonder's Hidden Gem (Luxury Awaits!)

Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving HEADFIRST into the Crescent Hotel Beverly Hills, a "hidden gem" supposedly brought to you by the elusive "Sonder." Let's see if this supposed luxury hotel actually delivers. I'm coming at this like a jaded, slightly-over-caffeinated travel blogger who demands a good Wi-Fi connection and a decent view.

First Impressions & Accessibility - The Gatekeepers of a Good Stay

Okay, so the "hidden gem" thing sets a certain tone, right? Like, "Oh, you found us? Lucky you!" Which, honestly, is a little pretentious. But hey, Beverly Hills, what do you expect? First, accessibility is absolutely vital. I need to know if my grandma could, you know, actually get in the place.

Accessibility Score: Okay, so this is what the hotel is supposed to offer:
- Facilities for disabled guests: Yep, that's a MUST.
- Elevator: Good. No one wants to huff and puff up five flights of stairs.
- Wheelchair accessible: Huge point if it actually is. (Need to confirm this with a personal visit).
- Rooms accessible: Very important for a truly accessible experience, should verify and book a room with accessibility features.
Anecdote Time: I was once at a hotel claiming "accessible" that then had a step in the elevator. True story. Made me want to scream. So, Crescent Hotel, prove it. If you say it, MEAN IT.
Getting Around:
- Airport transfer: Excellent, especially if you're flying in blind and have no clue.
- Car park [free of charge] If it's free, it's for me. (Unless there's valet…)
- Car park [on-site]: Another plus. Self-parking is a basic life skill.
- Car power charging station: For all you Tesla-toting, eco-conscious folks.
- Taxi service & Valet parking: Valet…again. A mixed bag. On one hand, fancy. On the other, extra cost and a slight hint of "too good for yourself."
Impression: So far, things are moderately promising on the accessibility front. But it's all just words until I experience it.

The Tech Stuff: Internet & Those All-Important Connections

Look, I'm a digital nomad, a blogger, a content creator, and I exist on the internet. No Wi-Fi, no me. Simple as that.

Internet Access: "Yep, we got it." Good. You should.
Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!: Praise the Wi-Fi gods. This is a necessity. All hotels should offer this, honestly.
Internet: More confirmation that's a plus.
Internet [LAN]: Old-school, but okay. Some folks still need that wired connection.
Internet services: Undefined. Needs more detail!
Wi-Fi in public areas: Also important.
Wi-Fi for special events: Useful.

Anecdote: I stayed at a "luxury" hotel once that charged extra for Wi-Fi. In 2020. I almost combusted. This better be good, Crescent Hotel.

Rooms: Where the Magic (or the Misery) Happens

Alright, let's get down to the nitty-gritty. Where am I going to actually sleep?

Available in all rooms: This is where the amenities come together.
Additional toilet: Good for multiple occupants.
Air conditioning: Crucial. Especially in LA.
Alarm clock: Don't trust your phone? Fine.
Bathrobes: Luxury points.
Bathroom phone: Do I need this? Probably not. But points for excess.
Bathtub: Yes, please. A nice soak after a long day? Sold.
Blackout curtains: Essential. Sunlight is for the birds.
Carpeting: Meh. I'm a hardwood kind of gal.
Closet: Need space for all my fabulous outfits.
Coffee/tea maker: Mandatory for a morning person.
Complimentary tea: Nice touch.
Daily housekeeping: Yes. I'm not cleaning on vacation.
Desk: Gotta work somewhere!
Extra long bed: Tall people rejoice!
Free bottled water: Okay, this is a classy touch.
Hair dryer: Don't have room in a suitcase.
High floor: Views, please!
In-room safe box: Secure your loot, y'all.
Interconnecting room(s) available: For families or big groups.
Internet access – LAN, Internet access – wireless: Covered that.
Ironing facilities: Wrinkles are the enemy.
Laptop workspace: Gotcha.
Linens: I hope they're good linens.
Mini bar: Tempting.
Mirror: Vanity, thy name is me.
Non-smoking: Good. No one likes smoke in a hotel room.
On-demand movies: For those late nights.
Private bathroom: A must.
Reading light: Always a plus.
Refrigerator: For snacks.
Safety/security feature: Gotta feel safe.
Satellite/cable channels: Standard.
Scale: Trying to avoid the dreaded post-vacation weight gain.
Seating area: Nice to have.
Separate shower/bathtub: Luxury!
Shower: See previous statement.
Slippers: Okay, classy.
Smoke detector: Safety first.
Socket near the bed: Yes, please!
Sofa: Cozy vibes.
Soundproofing: Essential for a good night's sleep.
Telephone: Still a thing?
Toiletries: Hope they're decent!
Towels: Clean towels are everything.
Umbrella: LA rains!
Visual alarm: Good for those with visual impairment.
Wake-up service: Still a thing?
Wi-Fi [free]: YES!
Window that opens: Fresh air, always appreciated.

Impression: The room descriptions are pretty exhaustive, which is great. This is shaping up to be decently stocked.

Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Fueling the Wanderlust

Okay, food! This is where things can make or break a hotel experience.

A la carte in restaurant: Good.
Alternative meal arrangement: Cool.
Asian breakfast: Interesting.
Asian cuisine in restaurant: Cool.
Bar: Gotta have a bar.
Bottle of water: Always appreciated.
Breakfast [buffet]: Potential for greatness! If it's a good buffet.
Breakfast service: Good.
Buffet in restaurant: Depends on quality.
Coffee/tea in restaurant, Coffee shop: See, I need coffee.
Desserts in restaurant: Delicious.
Happy hour: Excellent.
International cuisine in restaurant: Good variety.
Poolside bar: Perfect.
Restaurants: Hopefully more than one.
Room service [24-hour]: A lifesaver.
Salad in restaurant: Gotta eat something healthy sometimes.
Snack bar: Good for a quick bite.
Soup in restaurant: Comfort food.
Vegetarian restaurant: Awesome for vegetarians.
Western breakfast: Solid choice.
Western cuisine in restaurant: Standard.

On-Site Restaurant Anecdote: This hotel in Paris I stayed in… they had a croissant buffet. True story. I may have eaten my weight in croissants. It was a spiritual experience. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for a similar experience here.

Getting Pampered: Relaxation and Wellness

Now, let's see if they know how to relax.

Body scrub: Love a good scrub.
Body wrap: Luxury.
Fitness center: Gotta stay fit.
Foot bath: Interesting!
Gym/fitness: Got that.
Massage: Yes, please!
Pool with view: Highly desirable.
Sauna, Spa, Spa/sauna: Good.
Steamroom: Love a steam.
Swimming pool, Swimming pool [outdoor]: Essential.

Impression: Seems like they have all the bells and whistles.

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Okay, buckle up buttercups, 'cause this ain't your grandma's itinerary. We're hitting Beverly Hills, baby! Specifically, The Crescent Hotel, and let's be honest, it's more about the feeling than the perfectly-laid-out schedule, right? So here we go, my attempt at honest travel… diary thingy.

Day 1: Arrival! (Doubtful if "arriving" is the right word)

1:00 PM (ish) – ARRIVE! (lol, that's optimistic). Okay, so the flight was delayed. AGAIN. You'd think after all these years, I'd learn to pack a decent travel pillow. Nope. Instead, I'm all stiff neck and cranky, convinced the tiny pretzels they gave me on the plane are personally offensive. The Uber driver, bless his heart, clearly judges my airport-chic (read: yoga pants and a hoodie).
1:45 PM – Check in! The Crescent… well, it's… impressive. Gleaming white walls, the lobby smells of a thousand dollars (probably). I'm instantly intimidated. The front desk person is all serene smiles and impeccable hair. I mumble my name, feel like a swamp creature has crawled in and claimed my soul, and get the key. Boom. Room. (Hopefully, there's a mini-bar to self-medicate this anxiety).
2:30 PM – The room! (FINALLY). Ok, so this is what a bougie hotel room looks like. Plush everything. The bed actually looks inviting which is rare to me. Immediate thought: Should I immediately dive on the bed and never leave? I’m tempted. But, duty calls…sort of.
3:00 PM – Unpacking! It's a disaster. Let's be real, I'm more of a "stuff everything in and hope for the best" kind of packer. My suitcase exploded into a mountain of semi-organized chaos. I might need professional help at this point, but after that delay I'm not leaving the room.
4:00 PM – The Pool. A quick trip to the pool! I was hoping to be soothed by the water. Not happening. I forgot my sunglasses. I feel the sun. I’m immediately squinting.
6:00 PM – Drinks at the bar. The hotel bar is stunning. Seriously, Instagram material. The bartender is cute. I order a margarita and spill half of it down myself. That feeling: I'm classy. I’m a mess.
7:00 PM – Dinner at the hotel restaurant. Here's my confession: I'm a food snob. This place… it's pricy. I'm not sure it's worth it. But the waiter is nice. The food is good. I'm stuffed.
9:30 PM – Bedtime. Or is it? I'm wired. Jet lag is a cruel mistress. I'm watching terrible reality TV and eating whatever snacks I brought. This is my life now.

Day 2: Beverly Hills… and Regrets

9:00 AM – Breakfast at the hotel. The continental breakfast looks…depressing. I order a pastry and a coffee. I feel the existential dread of paying $50 for a croissant.
10:00 AM – Rodeo Drive. Ok, this is the moment I've been dreading/anticipating my entire life. Opinion time: Rodeo Drive is… a sensory overload. So many beautiful people. So many ridiculous price tags. I feel like an alien in a designer handbag.
- Observation: I saw a woman with probably ten thousand dollars hanging off her wrist, casually sipping a latte. I was tempted to ask for a loan.
12:00 PM – Lunch. Found a cute little bistro. Ate a salad. It was delicious. (Maybe I'm starting to actually like this place?)
1:00 PM – Exploring the neighborhoods. Driving around Beverly Hills is like a movie set. The houses are enormous, the gardens are perfect, and I feel like I'm constantly being watched.
3:00 PM – Pool again! (See, here's where the schedule starts to get loose). Finally found my sunglasses. Floating around the pool. Actually, this is kind of amazing. The sun, the water, the total lack of responsibilities. Heaven.
6:00 PM – The bar, again. Let's be honest, the bar is now my safe space. The bartender recognizes me. We're practically best friends. I might have a problem.
7:30 PM – Dinner. Okay, so I may have eaten pizza in my room. After a night of Rodeo Drive, I needed comfort food. No regrets.

Day 3: Farewell (Or, Will I Ever Leave?)

9:00 AM – Breakfast. I consider the continental breakfast. Remember the existential dread? I choose the donut.
10:00 AM – Pack! Or, attempt to pack. Nope, still a disaster.
11:00 AM – Check out. One last glimpse of that stunning lobby. This time, I make eye contact with the front desk person and smile. Maybe I’ve adjusted.
11:30 AM – Uber to the airport. Again. The driver chats to me about the Kardashians. I pretend to know more about the situation than I do.
12:00 PM – Head to the airport. It’s still a bit of a blur, but I’m sure I’ll get home eventually.

Final Thoughts:

Did I conquer Beverly Hills? Did I become the "perfect" traveler? Nope. Did I have a blast? Absolutely. The Crescent Hotel was beautiful. The bar was my therapy. And secretly, I already miss it. This trip wasn't perfect, but it was mine. And that's all that matters, right?

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Crescent Hotel Beverly Hills: Sonder's Hidden Gem? Let's Dive In… or Maybe Just Dip a Toe. (Seriously, It's Complicated.)

Okay, so, Crescent Hotel... Luxury, huh? My bank account shudders just thinking about it. Is it really worth the splurge?

Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because the answer is... it depends. I've stayed there. Twice. The first time? Pure, unadulterated bliss. Think champagne, fluffy robes, and a view that could make even a cynic weep. The second? Let's just say the champagne had gone a little flat, and the "view" was mostly the back of a particularly grumpy air conditioning unit. See, this is why I'm wary. Luxury is a fickle beast. It's like dating – one day it’s roses, the next, you're being ghosted. So, worth the splurge? If everything aligns, absolutely. But be prepared for a lottery – you might win, you might lose. And frankly, sometimes that air conditioning unit *is* luxury in disguise. Think about that. It's hot. It's Beverly Hills. You get the picture.

What's the vibe? Is it the "pretentious Hollywood elite" or the "chic, understated elegance" kind of luxury? Because I can't do the pretentious thing. I'll trip and spill red wine everywhere.

Okay, so, this is where the Crescent Hotel *usually* shines. It *attempts* to be the chic, understated elegance type. Key word: *attempts.* The first time I went, it was PERFECT. Seriously, everyone was gorgeous but shockingly *nice*. I even had a conversation with a woman about her dog's organic kibble! (I know, so LA). The second time? Well, let's just say I felt like I'd wandered onto a runway show for people who'd clearly forgotten their manners. There was a lot of staring, a lot of air-kissing, and a very, very long wait for a mediocre cocktail. The moral of the story? Vibe depends on *who's* vibing at the time, and I can't control that and neither can you. Just pack your sunglasses and maybe a healthy skepticism. Also... practice not spilling your wine. You got this.

The rooms... are they really as gorgeous as the photos? Because Instagram lies. Constantly.

Ah, the photos. Yes, they're gorgeous. And yes, Instagram *does* lie. So, the rooms? The *first* time, they were a dream. Huge, airy, ridiculously comfortable bed. The second time? Smaller. The light fixtures didn’t work. And I’m pretty sure the rug had seen better decades. The good news is, the *bones* are still there. Think good architecture, nice finishes… when they’re functioning properly. I'd suggest calling ahead and flat-out asking about the room you're booking. Demand a suite! Demand…something. Or just accept that you might be getting a slightly less amazing version. That's life, folks. Sometimes it's fluffy robes, sometimes it's a cracked bathroom tile.

What about the service? Is it attentive, or do you feel like you're invisible? (I’m a people person, give me some recognition!)

Mixed bag, honestly. The first time? Phenomenal. They anticipated my every need. The second time? *crickets*. I tried to flag someone down for a coffee, and they seemed to actively try to avoid eye contact. But I think the staff were super busy. I'm sure I will have an excellent experience on my next trip. I mean, it's the Crescent Hotel, the stuff of dreams! (Hopefully). Seriously though, the service is good, but I get the impression it's dependent on the staff on duty, and frankly, it's hard to get good staff these days. Be polite, patient, and if you need something, be *very* clear. Don’t be afraid to ask for the manager if things go south. And tip generously! That always helps. I'm not saying it's a bribe but... it provides incentive, and sometimes people need incentives to do well.

Food! What's the deal? Is the in-house restaurant worth blowing the budget on, or should I just stick to room service?

Okay, the restaurant. Here's the thing. The first time, it was amazing. The second time? Uhm… not so much. It's changed chefs, I'm sure. The menu's probably evolved. It was definitely *fine*. Overpriced? Probably. Worth it? Maybe, for the experience. But... room service? Definitely hit or miss. Last time, the burger was *epic*. This time, soggy fries. So… *sigh*… I'd probably recommend stepping outside the hotel and finding something a little less… unpredictable. There are PLENTY of amazing places in Beverly Hills. Room service is great if you have a TV and wanna relax!

Pool time! Tell me about the pool scene. Do I need to be a supermodel to feel comfortable?

The pool. Okay, so, I am not a supermodel. And I felt *mostly* comfortable. The pool is cool. It's small but beautiful. There were a few people who would make a supermodel feel inadequate, but that's just the nature of things in Beverly Hills. Honestly? The best part is the poolside service. Cocktails! Snacks! Blankets! Just… soak in the sun, read a book, and try not to compare yourself to anyone else. Easier said than done in Beverly Hills, I know. But hey, you’re already there! You made it. Embrace the awkwardness.

Is there anything else to do at the hotel? Gym? Spa? Squirrel watching? (I love squirrels.)

Yes, there's a gym! I went there the first time... and I have to be honest, I don't remember the second. Sorry! But there's a spa! I have not personally visited as... luxury spas put me on edge. The main thing is *location, location, location*. You’re in Beverly Hills. You can walk around. There are fancy shops. There's the park across from the hotel. Squirrel watching… hmm. I *think* I saw one once. But mostly, it's about *being* in Beverly Hills. So, go out! Explore! Embrace the… well, the *Beverly Hills-ness* of it all.

What's the bottom line? Would you recommend the Crescent Hotel?

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Crescent Hotel Beverly Hills: Sonder's Hidden Gem (Luxury Awaits!)