In my humble opinion, the concept of a Staycation lacks a few essential elements: room service, twice daily housekeeping, and fine luxury linens. I insist on pressed sheets, however I lack luxurious and prestigious Rivolta Carmignani Italian linens. A weekend at the Garden Court Penthouse Suite is less expensive than a set of these lavish linens and avoids the nuisance of relying on someone to press them every day! Sweet slumber is guaranteed on the luxury bedding.
You may not know of the Penthouse Suite at the Garden Court Hotel in Palo Alto. It is a secret gem of an escape; valet your car, mosey upstairs, collapse and press the room service button to taste the exquisite snacks from new Executive Chef Clive Berkman. Snooze on the private terrace, if you must, finish a bit of work with free wifi, and then stroll the avenues of Palo Alto. The spirited sidewalks don’t roll up until after midnight.
Do ponder a Recuperation Weekend in the sunshine filled rooms, the Penthouse offers the ultimate in relaxation and comfort. Indoor and outdoor space is a spacious -1,000sq ft. with 2 private patios, a soothing gurgling fountain, king bed, the ultimate cozy fireplace in the tres chic elegant living room. Invite a few friends for a casual cocktail soiree on your sheltered terrace; dedicated staff will attend to your culinary cravings, tidy up and vanish.
Fields of marble in the bathroom, aerated soaking tub, rain shower. Movies on demand, my favorite luxury bath products, Molton Brown mostly found in NY. Peets coffee, concierge, massage can be scheduled on your terrace, fitness center if you skip the street strolling. Why are you at home with the dogs and kiddies when the Penthouse is right around the corner?
The Garden Court is an intimate hotel located a half block from University Avenue; this is not a sprawling compound, but a small and secluded secret gem. Plus, we won’t invoice you for first class airfare; we would love to reserve the Penthouse for you. Of course, we know management and they adore our clients! Amenities blossom when they hear our name. Did I mention Clive’s, truffles? Out of this world!