Whenever I wax homesick for La-la Land, I need only stop by Scottsdale's James Hotel for a fix of that über-modern, über-sophisticated vibe that the City of Angels has in great store. Pass through the James' lobby towards its J-bar, and you could just as well be at The Standard or the Mondrian, both on Sunset Boulevard, save that the James is newer and doesn't seem nearly as cramped. Also, I might be imagining things, but I could swear the staff lacks that superciliousness that the doormen and the bartenders at those other inns wear on their... More >>>