Palm Springs: so close, yet so far...
That’s not really right, not anymore.
Palm Springs: so far, yet so close...
Meet Sportsmen’s Lodge, the old Ventura Boulevard hotel that’s just gotten a retro Palm Springs–style redo. Here are three ways you could use it.
Drink Brazilian mules by a pool.
For $25, you can hang out at the Olympic-size pool all day. Feels a lot like you’re somewhere near Indio here—probably due to the palm trees, cocktails and pervasive retro vibe. Also, the triple-digit Valley heat.
Catch a quick, inspiring lunch before your CBS sitcom pitch.
Stars like John Wayne and Clark Gable once hung out here. Now their faces are laminated on the walls of a stark-white-and-orange diner serving TV dinners like The Brady Bunch (fried chicken and mashed potatoes). Okay, so there’s this girl, right, and she gets hit in the face with a football... no. Damn. Been done.
Get a steak, under a buffalo.
Once a dank bar for generations of sorrow drowning, River Rock is what you’ll find now—it’s a chophouse that kept the low lighting and kitsch, but now involves natural stone walls, ribeye steaks and gimlets under a big white buffalo head.
You knew there’d be a buffalo head somewhere.
That’s not really right, not anymore.
Palm Springs: so far, yet so close...
Meet Sportsmen’s Lodge, the old Ventura Boulevard hotel that’s just gotten a retro Palm Springs–style redo. Here are three ways you could use it.
Drink Brazilian mules by a pool.
For $25, you can hang out at the Olympic-size pool all day. Feels a lot like you’re somewhere near Indio here—probably due to the palm trees, cocktails and pervasive retro vibe. Also, the triple-digit Valley heat.
Catch a quick, inspiring lunch before your CBS sitcom pitch.
Stars like John Wayne and Clark Gable once hung out here. Now their faces are laminated on the walls of a stark-white-and-orange diner serving TV dinners like The Brady Bunch (fried chicken and mashed potatoes). Okay, so there’s this girl, right, and she gets hit in the face with a football... no. Damn. Been done.
Get a steak, under a buffalo.
Once a dank bar for generations of sorrow drowning, River Rock is what you’ll find now—it’s a chophouse that kept the low lighting and kitsch, but now involves natural stone walls, ribeye steaks and gimlets under a big white buffalo head.
You knew there’d be a buffalo head somewhere.
