April 22, 2009

  • a.good.hotel

    Duke found this hotel for us to stay in in San Fran. It's a green (eco-friendly, not the color -- they really need a new word for that) boutique hotel. "Boutique hotel," for the uninitiated, means it's cheap, trendy, cute and has smallish rooms. A-OK with us. It was located in SoMa, the South of Market neighborhood, so it was close to Market Street and Union Square. Best perk: The Blue Bottle Coffeeshop was within walking distance, as were some of the museums, such as the MoMA and Comic Art. It's slightly sketchy, though no more so than Uptown, my neighborhood in Chicago. And really you're only a couple of blocks away from the ginormous chain hotels. We also found that we were on major arteries for public transportation. But look at me, going on and on.

    Here's the concierge desk. Right across from this was a photo booth that shoots out two copies, "One for you, and and one for us." People pin up their photo strips on the walls surrounding the elevator. Tres adorable. Not sure why i didn't take a picture of that. Ah, well, you can't have it all.

    Here i'm enjoying the lobby.

    The room had this fun piece of art above the bed. You could flip the picture around like leveler (i always pronounce this levelier) blinds, one pic of Chinatown in the daytime, and one at night.

    There was a small "desk" against the wall, and the bathroom had a toilet that recycled water. Not sure how it worked, but it wasn't grody and brown, if that's what you're wondering.

    We went to a hippie store in the Haight, where this adorable Asian woman served us tea and fruit, and we meditated in a small altar room, and we bought some trinkets, and before we left, she pressed small statuettes into my and Duke's hands, whispering what magic they held. We were entraced, and she gave us some much-needed psychic goodness, so i set up a small altar on the heater back at our hotel room.