Good Morning Gentle Readers,
Before we were rudely interrupted by work on this gorgeous, sunny fall morning, we had A PLAN to celebrate Mrs TWC's birthday. The plan was to drop the kids off at their respective high schools and then zip out to Palm Springs in the Hamster Car for a leisurely breakfast at Twenty6, on the veranda at the La Quinta Resort (Lah Keen-tah). Did I mention how awesome the food is? Yes, I've had the eggs benedict before.
I suppose I should say that the La Quinta Resort is in La Quinta, not Palm Springs, but when I say Palm Springs, it conjures up mostly what I want to get across. And, the truth is that, the La Quinta Resort predates the City of the same name by some fifty years. And it isn't connected to the hotel chain, neither.
In the early 1920s San Francisco businessman Walter H. Morgan was drawn to a place in the California desert that dwellers in these lands had long referred to as the Land of Eternal Sun. In his mind’s eye, he envisioned a tranquil retreat that captured the essence of quiet hacienda-style living. Purchasing 1,400 acres from the native Cahuilla Indians, he enlisted the renowned architect Gordon Kaufman, along with scores of artisan craftsmen to make his dream a reality. From more than 100,000 hand-formed adobe bricks and 60,000 locally fired roof tiles, a small grouping of quaint casitas and a cozy dining room sprung up. And Morgan called it La Quinta.
Love my baby like the finest wine.......Happy Birthday, Darlin'.