I love the two-toned cream and pink walls, broken by the chocolate leather of the bed headboard and desk. From my eyrie I can clearly see why the area is called the Hollywood Hills. From the east window I can see down to the Chateau Marmont, another star hangout and forever remembered as the place where John Belushi died from a drug overdose in 1982. I order the clam chowder, which is delivered by an Aussie waitress.īack at my digs I wallow in the understated elegance of my 12th floor room. Mel's looks like it came straight from the Happy Days set, and serves classic Americana: hash browns, eggs-over-easy and brewed coffee. However, the sight of so many famous celeb and rock star haunts, albeit seen under the glare of the midday sun, does make up for its harshness. I pop into Mel's Drive-In, a diner that occupies a listed Googie building, a style of architecture marked by a space-age up-swept roofs. Sunset Boulevard is a wide, busy thoroughfare, more Parramatta Road than the tree-lined streets of nearby Beverly Hills. I blithely walk over it.īy submitting your email you are agreeing to Nine Publishing's In fact, number 77 doesn't exist on the Strip, but there is a plaque on the pavement denoting where a film set once stood.
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There's the Viper Room, once co-owned by Johnny Depp and where actor River Phoenix died in 1993 Whisky a Go Go, the Rainbow Bar & Grill – well-known as the hangout of heavy metal rockers – and the Roxy Theatre, where The Rocky Horror Show premiered in 1974.īut alas, there's no evidence of 77 Sunset Strip, the 1960s TV crime show I watched as a kid. When I exit the building and turn left, it's a mere stroll to haunts I've heard so much about. Sunset Tower Hotel is a stylish address on the famous Sunset Strip, a 2.6 kilometre stretch of Sunset Boulevard and the epicentre of LA's night life. I'm glad it's a crisp May morning, too cool for a swim and with no need to disrobe I add another dollop of strawberry jam to my croissant, sit back and take in the view past the pool to the gleaming high-rise of downtown Los Angeles. I don't spy any celebrities from behind my sunglasses, even though this beautiful art deco hotel in West Hollywood, once an apartment block, is in the thick of things on Sunset Boulevard and known to be a place for a brush with fame. Several guests are eating breakfast nearby, stretching out the morning meal into brunch, reading, tapping away on laptops and talking into mobile phones.
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