one of my favorite things about living in phoenix is just how quickly you can be somewhere totally different. head north? you can ski! head south? you're in mexico. cross a dam, it's vegas. but wander four-ish hours into the california desert and you'll find yourself in palm springs.
man, I love it there.
a few weeks ago, in serious need of some pool time and a road trip, my friend kristin and I headed west. palm springs is a place I never get sick of. saturated with beautiful hotels, amazing food, epic people watching and mid-century shopping, I'd be there every weekend if I could. this time around, here were some of our favorites.
we stayed at the iconic ace hotel + swim club. it didn't disappoint. my curse of the broken photo booth was finally lifted, the dj played gems from a different era, and the pools were the perfect way to escape the heat.
we indulged in breakfast at norma's (and were in awe of jonathan adler's parker wonderland), had a perfect dinner at workshop, and at the recommendation of a local shop owner, discovered some of the best vietnamese I've ever had at rooster and the pig. sunday meant grabbing an amazing brunch at reservoir (a bloody mary bar. churros. that's all you need to know). seriously palm springs. your food game is STRONG.
after dinner (or before!), pop into the TINY, dark, bootlegger tiki for a drink served up with kitschy flair. swing by the amigo room at the Ace for some live music and moody vibes.
before you leave, grab a perfect iced coffee at the beautiful customs coffee and stop by that pink door for one last photo. the only cure for your post-ps funk is to spend the entire ride home planning your next visit.