“I left my heart in San Francisco,” has been one of those phrases I’ve never understood. Well, that is until it happened to me. I had only seen San Francisco at a glimpse; it was a quick day trip on a west coast cruise. When I say a glimpse, it’s a bit of an overstatement. San Francisco came and went; it was as if I blinked, saw a few sea lions and left for the next destination. Aside from the difference staying six days rather than one, the main contrariety from my hazy rush of San Francisco to my six-day love affair was where I woke up to start my adventures. Luckily for me, I was waking up in the most luxurious hotel in all of San Francisco.
The Fairmont San Francisco is nothing short of glamorous. It is sophisticated without being stodgy; upscale without being overstated. The Fairmont San Francisco is as royal as it looks, making it this whimsical portal to a lavish history that feels otherworldly.
“I’m staying in a palace,” was the sentence that came to mind when I decided to take the leap and book our trip. To make matters ever better, the Fairmont San Francisco’s staff treated me, as well as all of its patrons, like royalty. Gold accents, large columns, those comfy robes with the fancy emblems—there were the most ornate details wherever we turned. To top of the most gorgeous aesthetic experience our hotel room view was phenomenal! We stayed in the tower on the 19th floor making the skyline look pristine. The hotel is located at the one point in San Francisco where the City’s cable car lines meet with panoramic views of the entire city.
I’ve had my fair share of trendy and odd hotel experiences, but what’s better than staying in a landmark? High atop Nob Hill, the building has been around since 1907. Just walking through the halls is like walking through a history book. You’ll find photos of presidents, celebrities, diplomats and anyone who was special enough to be a guest. Let me put this into perspective for you… in 1945, delegates from 40 different countries gathered at the Fairmont to draft the Charter for United Nations. No big deal, right?
One of the most impressive things about the Fairmont was its commitment to the holidays. The holiday decorations were anything but subtle, but in the best possible way. The two-story gingerbread made the entire lobby smell like Christmas; Santa took photos with children; a 23-foot Christmas tree adorned the lobby; and let’s not forget the Moet & Chandon tree.
As extraordinary as the interior of the hotel was, my favorite part was the right outside. There’s a really sweet rooftop garden right outside that was so darling. I was so sad to have discovered it on our last day, but it was beyond gorgeous. The photos of the hotel don’t even do it justice, but I’m glad I can share this little part of my trip with you as more comes along.
So do I just call up the concierge and say “Hey, I left my heart at your hotel with it’s picturesque views, gingerbread aroma and ridiculously photogenic qualities. Send it back?” Something tells me it’s safe there.
Until we meet again, San Francisco.