Mary Gostelow goes down and up in San Francisco

Girlahead pays a visit to the InterContinental and the Fairmont

InterContinental San Francisco | Terrace Suite, Parlor

San Francisco always reminds this traveller of the Grand Old Duke of York – the old one, note, not the current one. This is a city of marching up the hill, Nob Hill, and marching back down again, although this time helped by Uber.

I started downhill, at the really convenient InterContinental San Francisco. Why is it convenient? It is seven minutes’ walk from Powell Street station, so a direct BART link from the airport. It is right next door to the Moscone Center, so could not be handier for many of the city’s main events. And it is convenient in-house. The lobby combines conciergerie and co-working, and a bar that flows into a bistro and on into a Michelin-starred restaurant, Luce, that locals love. This is always a good sign. I had dinner with the newly arrived GM, Raymond Vermolen, who has lots of plans for adding highlights of fun to what is already a very practical machine of a hotel. Over sensational ravioli with wild mushrooms, and a glass of Enroute Russian River Pinot Noir Les Pommiers 2017, I heard the story. Apparently there were once a couple of little inns on this spot, but they were razed to make way for a public parking lot. And then along came a couple of healthcare philanthropists who wanted to own a hotel. Hence this 558-room hotel.

InterContinental San Francisco | One Bedroom Corner Suite

On every floor, two end rooms seem to be about 50% larger than their neighbours. I was in one such room, #3020, and all-wall windows, including in the bathroom, gave marvellous views of the market area and downtown, generally. Unsurprisingly in this city of tech, I had enough sockets and USB ports for the entire 49-ers team, and Wi-Fi was superb. It was a nice touch to have a welcome platter of California cheeses, with their labels, and I especially liked the Carmel and Ragged Point goats cheeses from Stepladder Creamery.

InterContinental San Francisco | Terrace Suite - Bedroom

The most important tip for staying here, by the way, is to buy lounge admission. Breakfast there is more than adequate – even a choice of plain or ham-studded scrambled eggs – and there is lots of fresh fruit, which stays out all day. Evening cocktails come with enough food for an average dinner. Handily, the club lounge is on the sixth floor, a short walk along from the 24/7 mixed brands fitness centre, and an 18-metre pool which seemed noticeably underused during my short stay.

InterContinental San Francisco | Concierge

I walked ten minutes to market, for a dim sum lunch at Hakkasan surrounded by late-20s techies, and then headed up Nob Hill. Fairmont San Francisco, named in 1902 by two sisters in honour of their father, James Graham Fair, has since spawned one of Accor’s – and luxury travellers’ – favourite brands. The present hotel here, rebuilt in 1907 after the previous year’s earthquake, has 592 rooms, enough enormous and lavishly gilded function rooms to rival Versailles, and boutiques that include a working jeweller.

Fairmont San Francisco

It may be a classic, with seemingly acres of mottled marble and columns and four-metre-high potted palms in its lobby but, as always, this place is bang up to date. In 1945, instead of filling in its 25-metre indoor pool, MGM’s top set designer Mel Melvin floated a boat on it, and turned the pool surround into a South Pacific restaurant, Tonga. Every night, a group plays on the boat as customers around drink endless mai tais to go with 28-hour grilled short ribs.

Fairmont San Francisco | Fairmont Suite, Bedroom

Two months ago, the lobby’s residential sales office was replaced by an absolutely stunning Gefen art gallery, a branch of the Jerusalem-based gallerist. It is mesmerising, this now-white space, shining out into the lobby and inviting hotel guests, and others, to come closer to admire, say, Stephen Wilson’s 3D-printed vivid purple skull, adorned with life-size Red Admiral butterflies (only when you get close up do you realise they are hand-embroidered, with thousands of barely visible stitches).

Fairmont San Francisco | Restaurant and Bar

As I had found down the hill, San Francisco’s hotel lobbies are multi purpose. Here, the rear of the lobby offers, under a giant hemispherical dome, all day Laurel – not palm – court. To show how stiffness has no role to play in California, 2020, we were surrounded by all-age casual life, sweatshirts and sneakers (including my own Emilio Pucci contribution). I started my tuna tartare topped with avocado, a reminder of my Regent Seven Seas favourite, here accompanied by Patz & Hall 2016 Pinot Noir, and heard yet more tales from a self-appointed hotel historian, Hotel Manager Jacco van Teeffelen: we were later joined by his outgoing boss, Paul Tormey, who is relocating across the Bay Bridge to the Claremont Club, which Fairmont manages. We discussed the hotel’s Presidential Suite, with a secret door through which President Clinton once managed to evade his security for a few heart-stopping moments. Mind you, having seen that over-the-top suite, I was only too pleased to escape to my own suite, the soft-hued S-15, part of the Spreckels Suite, named for a local family known for philanthropy – it has the most dramatic 15th-floor views down to Alcatraz Island.

Fairmont San Francisco | Signature Golden Gate Suite, Bedroom

And, as should happen in any top luxury hotel, but rarely does, my pre-ordered breakfast arrived exactly at 5.15am, iced water and Alain Milliat preserves included. Down in the lobby, the chiaroscuro of the white-light Gefen gallery with the muted marbles of the 1907 lobby was a final reminder that this is a historic hotel for today.

Lead image: InterContinental San Francisco | Terrace Suite, Parlor

Mary Gostelow’s unique travelogue is www.girlahead.com

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