Luxury Hotels


There is strategic art throughout the 194-room Peninsula Beverly Hills.  Rise to the fifth floor rooftop and the pool and its surround are natural art, overtly stressing the greenery of a well-tended Beverly Hills establishment.

You can eat up there, poolside, partly shaded by vegetation, partly by umbrellas. Girlahead and her travelling buddy, hotelier and aesthete David Stein, had substantial and tasty ‘salt and pepper’ pasta up there, in the midday sun, fodder ‘for the Mancini centenary concert timed for early evening.

Belvedere, the main restaurant down on ground level, is a somewhat nostalgic reminder that the hotel’s owning company, The Belvedere Partnership, wanted their hotel called The Belvedere – but then The Peninsula came into the picture.  The Belvedere menu is a delight, full of whimsical cartoons. See above – it shows ladies-who-lunch in front of a Fabienne Verdier painting, which actually hangs in the restaurant. See below.

The Peninsula Beverly Hills may be predictable. Your room has your favourite fruits and newspapers and a full set of basic office supplies. It is also likely to pop up with pointers that you could not have predicted (in Girlahead’s case, instantly finding a parcel mailed to her at the hotel at least two months before). And the team, at that point led by a 24/7 manager called Zac (Zachary Lapidus) who coped brilliantly during boss Offer Nissenbaum’s absence, were genuinely hospitable. It does feel like a privately-owned hotel. With all the trimmings.