There are two words in life with which I believe every woman should become acquainted: “Cipriani” and “white glove service.” Well, that’s more than two, but you get my point. There comes a time in every gal’s life where she just needs to treat herself well, which is what I had a chance to do when I made my way to Los Angeles to stay at the Mr C Beverly Hills courtesy of Schick Quattro for Women.
I was greeted with a lovely bellman who opened my car door with a smile and asked if they were expecting me. When I said I was checking in, he said my favorite words ever, “Ms. Booker? Wonderful. We’ve been expecting you. May we take your bags to your room?” Absofreakinglutely.
The Mr C Beverly Hills brings all of Cipriani’s storied and glamorous Italian history into a hotel concept that prides itself on white glove service and impeccable quality. The Ciprianis want you to relax and enjoy la dolce vita, so there’s no check in desk as you can see: there’s a fully stocked bar that awaits. Your bellman has already alerted the team to your arrival, so they’re upstairs making sure your room is ready. Enjoy the open air lobby and a bellini – they did invent them, after all.
Guest rooms are of incredible quality. With beds that come with unspeakable comfort and support to luxurious leather furniture, a rain shower and flat screen tv, all the amenities are taken care of. Oh, and there’s no mini bar filled with tiny samples. If you drink, there’s a fully-stocked bar in your room so you can take a cocktail onto your own private terrace and enjoy the view. Since I don’t drink, I took advantage of the amazing Italian roast coffee on hand. I might be in LA, but I’m hard wired on New York time.
My other favorite feature of note? The saltwater pool is the perfect temperature and teak decking is kinder on your feet in the LA sun.
Private cabanas with HD flat screens with towel service, full sunscreen bar and day beds (which is where you found me for about two hours.) You never notice the service staff at the Mr C Beverly Hills.
It just seems that as soon as you think you need something, someone magically appears. You know, as it should be.
The Restaurant at Mr C in the hotel is classic Cipriani, with simple, traditional Italian fare that is positively delectable and perfect all day long. The tuna tartare is not to be missed and you’ve not lived until you’ve had the Carpaccio and baked tagliolini. The ambiance is very early 60’s glamorous; you feel as if the Rat Pack will be sending drinks to your table at any minute. Celebrities do abound here (this is LA after all,) but since I’m not much of a star watcher, I’ll keep their names a secret. Let’s suffice it to say that if you could bend it like this spice-y couple, you’d have it made.
I finished my stay at the Mr C with room service delivered to my room so I could enjoy coffee on the terrace and breathe in my final moments in LA in peace. Something tells me that the Mr C Beverly Hills and I will be lifelong friends after this experience. If you want to treat yourself in LA, I’d suggest you ring them for a room. It’s an experience you won’t want to miss.
Until next time, Mr C. Ciao, bella.
Mr C Beverly Hills, 1224 Beverwil Drive, Los Angeles, CA 90035. For bookings and more information, click here.