The Beverly Hills Hotel – A Tour of the Pink Palace

Yesterday, I visited one of the most iconic hotels in Los Angeles — The Beverly Hills Hotel.

I was in awe.
Hundreds of carefully crafted details everywhere you look.
Let me take you on a tour.

You spot it from a distance — that legendary pink exterior peeking through palms, the iconic green stripes, and the unmistakable sign:

The Beverly Hills Hotel.

The grand entrance features a green-and-white striped ceiling.
Warm smiles greet you at the door.
Large glass doors with the hotel’s logo pull you in.

As I stepped inside, it felt… homelike.
Not what I expected.
Let me explain.

Straight ahead — a spacious, warm-beige room.
A fresh floral arrangement stands in the center — vibrant and alive.

To the far left, a fireplace glows with gentle flames, surrounded by cozy chairs.

On the left wall — my favorite part — a golden-framed timeline.

The history of the hotel told in photographs and stories.
It instantly gives the space depth. You feel like you're walking into a legacy.

(A bit of history: The hotel opened in 1912 — before Beverly Hills was even an official city. Nicknamed “The Pink Palace,” it has hosted legends from Marilyn Monroe to Elizabeth Taylor, who famously spent several of her honeymoons here — some say as many as six.)

To the right, two elevators — soft green interiors, custom logos — feel like a portal to a different time.

Banana leaves sway both inside and out.
Plants are tucked into corners, woven into carpets, and climbing up the hallways.
Nature is part of the experience here.

Some walls feature built-in displays showcasing boutique finds downstairs.

From afar, they look like curated art — blending effortlessly with the space.

What surprised me most were the details.
Everything felt intentional.
Bathroom faucets weren’t just functional — they were tactile, sculptural.

Branded carpets, elegant signage, typography — all in perfect harmony.

When I stepped outside, the greenery fully took over.
The pink buildings almost disappear behind lush foliage.
It felt like a jungle in the middle of the city.

It was serene.

Everyone smiled. No one rushed.
Except one creature.

A squirrel.
Completely unafraid, it chased me down the path playfully — somehow perfectly fitting into this surreal little world.

As I wandered the gardens, more thoughtful design emerged:

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Ornate metalwork…

Pink paths...

Even the soft pink stones played their part, elegantly outlining the fountain.

And then — a surprise.
I asked about the size of the property.
Just 12 acres.
It feels much larger!
Every corner has been so masterfully used, it expands in your mind.

A kind housekeeping team member showed me the way to the pool.
Back inside — leafy patterns down the staircase, past the boutiques I’d glimpsed earlier, soft lighting…

And then — of all things — a fire extinguisher caught my eye.

Yes. A fire extinguisher.

But not just any.
It had its own dedicated niche in the wall — behind a beautifully crafted door that matched the rest of the décor.

Imagine if it were just hanging there, out of place?
Not here. Not at this hotel.

Through arched doors, I stepped back outside.

More stripes. Branded signage.
Even the door handles felt like sculpted art.

The hotel has three restaurants.

There’s the iconic Polo Lounge — home of power lunches and banana-leaf booths, where Hollywood deals have been whispered over martinis since the Golden Age.

The Fountain Coffee Room, tucked downstairs, is a retro dream — a 1950s-style soda fountain with a curved counter and vintage pink barstools.

And by the pool, The Cabana Café — sunny, relaxed, and perfect for long breakfasts.

That’s where I landed. Cappuccino in hand.

Striped chairs. Pink walls framed by diamond-shaped metal. Vines crawling and art that is catching the light.

Plants in every corner made the space feel intimate and alive.

My favorite touch?
A tall stand with a plant sits beside each table — offering a quiet sense of privacy, as if each seating booth were tucked into its own little nook.

Candles flickered. Reflections danced.
And a deep calm settled in.

So many thoughtful details — and I’m sure I missed more than a few.
That’s the beauty of this place.

You can return again and again — and rediscover it every time.