The W Hollywood is a force of nature for the intersection of Hollywood and Argyle, moving people through its spacious lobby and collecting emerging commuters from the Metro station underneath. After a petulant, impatient four years of construction, we checked into opening weekend in January 2010...which was also Grammy weekend. Over breakfast pastries in bed, cocktails in the lounge, and shots of tequila from the Samsung ice bar, we made it a weekend to redefine Hollywood.
You can always spot the car that's just run a red light. It's the only car on that side of the street bolting at mach speed, with a driver furtively scanning for police. Such is the mentality of the entitled business traveler at the airport, recovering from a delayed flight. It's the waiting room of United SFO, notorious for fog-related delays, with a full operation of complainers in swing.
"UN-believable!" shouts a man in a suit, red face and bulging eyes indicative of an untreated thyroid problem. "I have a meeting in LA in two hours and it's YOUR fault if I miss it"