A Wren Says

When I decided to go to L.A., I had my sights set on reviewing a couple of hotels. I knew that I wanted to try something special. The name alone, Hotel Figueroa, sounded special to me. Surely, this would be the boutique experience I longed for.

Once there, I was pleased with the subtle, character-imbuing touches, including the amount of greenery outside in a sea of concrete. Then, heading up to my room there were more touches that spoke to its historic nature, in contrast to the features found in modern hotels.

Even the fact that the stairs were part of the hallway, instead of sequestered behind doors and bland and unaesthetic. This place had character.

In my room, I noticed the wooden floor and carpet and the bathroom with actual tile floors and tile backsplash.

The coffin shaped pool was on view from my window.

Even the little “how-to” notes were helpful.

I didn’t notice too much outside sound. I didn’t have loud neighbors. I didn’t even notice the ding of the elevator. I left well enough to count this as a vacation.

The gym however was tiny. A single treadmill, two Peloton bikes. I could barely find room for a mat to do floor exercises. It honestly felt like it was too small for even two people, especially when person in there on the bike kept stretching her arms out. There was no way I could get on the bike next to her to do a Peloton workout.

The gym aside,  I didn’t have any issues during my stay. I would come back again for sure. But tomorrow, I will tell you all about my dining experiences at the Hotel Figueroa.