Ojai Valley Inn and Spa, Ojai, California – Hotel Review
It was like being swept up in a tornado in Kansas and finding oneself in the land of nice. That’s how I felt from the minute I arrived at the Ojai Valley Inn and Spa. But let me first define “nice”: I don’t mean merely pleasant, I mean genuine, sincere, and caring. While I’ve found that many hotels and resorts have staff who are unfailingly polite, in too many cases it comes off more like acting from a script than sounding heartfelt.
Here in the Ojai Valley, one of the most beautiful parts of the country I’ve seen, I concluded that it was the intrinsic beauty of the region that had rubbed off on everyone. Indeed, I found myself being more civilized after just a few days.
Shortly after checking in at the front desk, I was whisked away to my room in the Fontana building on a golf cart. As we walked down the corridor to my room, I noticed an ice machine inside an alcove not too far from my room. “Will I hear it?” I sleepily said to the bellman (I had been on the road for 11 hours at that point). “Of course not” was his reply.
My Vista room was, at 445 square feet (41 square meters) spacious and pleasantly decorated in warm earth tones. In addition to the comfortable king size bed, the room had a sofa with coffee table and a furnished patio with beautiful views of the resort grounds.
An iPad with custom software was available to provide hotel and local information access to a variety of guest services and wake-up alarms. It stubbornly clung to a 100° F (37.8° C) temperature reading for the entire time I was in the room, however, even though it was far cooler outside. The bathroom was tastefully done and provided ample counter space. There was no separate shower and the bathtub had a non-adjustable shower head, which was somewhat inconvenient.
What impressed me most about the room was the hotel’s own line of bath products from its apothecary, especially the orange-scented soap which was in the shape of half of an orange. I asked for a few to take home and housekeeping was kind enough to indulge me.