In the heat of the Arizona desert, a man can begin to see things.
As I turned the corner off of a typical Scottsdale street I began to wonder if I needed a cold drink because ahead of me I found the retro awesome vibe of the Hotel Valley Ho where I’d be staying while I spoke at BOLO 2011.
I’ve stayed in many a hotels in my day, but I can safely state that I’ve never stayed anywhere quite like the Valley Ho.
Originally built in 1956 and then completely revamped in 2005, this hotel has a colorful and creative vibe from the moment you walk in the front door.
The lobby and bar area leave no room for confusion that while it may have been renovated, not a drop of the swagger and soul of the 50′s has left this landmark. Just look at the colors, shapes and set up of the chairs for maximum lounging and hanging with your fellow trouble makers.
I was given a map to follow to my room and what looked on paper to be confusing is actually masterful in it’s layout as the entire complex hugs the central pool and cafe. You can’t help but be sucked into the palm trees and sunbathing beauties as you drag your carry on across the property to your room.
Of course as you walk in to your room of shiny chrome, leather chairs and personal patio the first thing you notice is the glass wall between the shower and the bed. The perfect tease if one has a lover with them and not flying solo on yet another grand journey.
With each room having their own patio, it makes for the ideal workshifting location or even to watch a Monday Night Football game with a close friend. In both situations, the fully stocked minibar and cocktail shaker will take care of any drinks you might need.
Be sure, to take some time and go to the roof to watch a sunset so that you can fully take in the beauty of the surrounding area as a backdrop for the glowing pool.
After a night of poker or other celebrations don’t settle for room service and instead grab an outside table at Cafe ZuZu where the smile on the waitresses are sure to please and the chorizo quesadillas are to die for. I found myself enjoying the nearby conversations while writing away at my own table.
If you have ever longed for the days when Mad Men poured the scotch and The Rat Pack provided life’s soundtrack then the Hotel Valley Ho needs to be added as a vacation destination. I’m already scheming how I can get back there again to be whisked back to the only time I can think where I’d actually want to wear a suit.
