UNSTUCK @ THE ROSEWOOD MIRAMAR

Star in Your Own Ralph Lauren Polo Photoshoot

Simply the most magnificent resort hotel for feeling at home (important if you are officially homeless); certainly, a spoiler for hotels yet to be experienced in our imminent x-country trek.

The bungalow appointments are perfection, not least because, although sophisticated, the TV remote, temperature control and multiple-choice lighting switches are simple enough for even me to understand.

Add: The best bedding and bathroom fixtures & plumbing. And the kindest, politest, most accommodating support staff.

As much as you don’t want to leave the luxury of your room, when you do, this beautifully-landscaped, immaculately manicured property is resort hotel heaven, as if you’ve been recruited to play a role in a Ralph Lauren photoshoot of a bygone era: Old-worldliness of an exclusive country club (the Chevy Chase Club comes to mind) meets ultra (if subtle) technological modernity.

At the Beach Bar overlooking the Pacific, sip an elixir (for me, their signature Bagasso Old Fashioned: tequila, mezcal, maple syrup, agave, chocolate bitters) before easing into fine dining at either the Michelin-starred Caruso’s or the Revere Room, a view of an emerald lawn punctuated with clusters of white Adirondacks.

And then there is AMA (Nobu, move aside): The very best traditional sushi in a stunningly interior-designed setting.

Rick Caruso

Los Angeles was crazy not to have elected Rosewood Miramar owner Rick Caruso as their mayor.

If Caruso can turn a ruin of dilapidated bungalows (with a train running through) into a stately paradise, which he did, he could have performed miracles in the beleaguered City of Angels.

As for Rosewood management… move over Four Seasons and Ritz-Carlton, the smart money is shifting to wherever Rosewood lays a foundation.

Hands down, my new hotel chain of choice.