“Oh, faaaaabulous!” my male Uber pool sharer squeals, “Petit Ermitage! I’ve been meaning to book a mini-holiday. I live, like, just down this quiet road.”
When even residents want to stay at their local hotel, you know it’s got something going for it. I’m not going to lie – checking out every toned, tanned man, woman and their dog jog past is fun but flashy West Hollywood isn’t my scene. That’s okay because I didn’t need to leave Petit Ermitage. All I wanted with a couple of girlfriends was be that type of traveller and stay in all day, write and sip cocktails by the pool. No judging.
We arrived at the luxury boutique hotel’s exterior hugged by thick vines, stepping into a lobby of old-world charm: gold-framed paintings, a desktop with a copper typewriter style keyboard and an elaborate medieval candle holder just to start.
The sleekly suited up host in suspenders guided us through a hallway of original artwork – those in casings, rare – to reach our Executive Suite, a place where “gypsies and wanderers will feel right at home”: hand-crafted Venetian plaster walls, dark exotic-patterned carpet, antique French furniture and a cosy fireplace. The pull-out sofa was insanely uncomfortable but three petite girls on a king bed did just fine. The sweet little touches? A handwritten welcoming letter, complimentary bottle of ‘True Myth’ red wine and premium Santal toiletries.
Now, the special part – The Private Rooftop, a Moroccan-inspired, intimate deck with whimsical fairy lights, 360-degree views over LA, cabanas around a saltwater heated pool which on occasion is scented with damask roses, and their own hummingbird and butterfly sanctuary. You got me at fairy lights, really.
We splurged on a Californian rustic fare of delicate ensembles of creamy, succulent oysters, melting beef cheeks and plump spiced shrimps. On play was indie lounge music – think Hiatus Kaiyote meets Café Del Mar. When asking for a seasonal “Spirited Love Potion” suggestion, Hannah our tall, pretty blonde server, suggested a mezcal concoction. Mezcal, she says, “is fermented like ayahuasca, which induces a dream-like state.” Can somebody do a fact check for me? For now, I’d just like to believe it.
“What does the provocative painting by the bathroom mean? Two naked women on their knees are held in chains by a suited man in a gladiator ring,” I politely inquired.
“I love that you asked! That painting actually inspired the hotel’s circus theme.”
I got ‘bohemian luxury’ but that explains Petit Ermitage’s unapologetically eccentric panache, altogether attracting a mix of LA cool cats, unconventional suits and tourist youngin’s.
Did I mention they provide rugged up screenings under the stars and complimentary morning yoga?
Thank you Petit Ermitage. I haven’t loved a hotel for a long time – until now.
MY PERSONAL EXPERIENCE
Uniqueness: Eccentric art at every angle, 5/5
Sense of place: Mingling with locals over the LA skyline, 4/5
General vibe: Laidback pretty people, 5/5
Room comfort: The beds were OK, 3/5
Service: Charming and professional, room service is a little slow 4/5
This experience was independently paid for.
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Petit Ermitage, West Hollywood, LA. Executive Suite w/ Kitchenette, from US$420 per night excluding taxes and fees. Other rooms US$300-$580.