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    W Hotel, Westwood - Sippin' Sapphire on a Bud Light Budget

    w hotel, backyard, westwood, los angeles, ca - bombay sapphire martini

    Nine Thirty/The Backyard at The W Hotel

    930 Hilgard Avenue (@ Manning)
    Westwood, CA 90024
    310.443.8211
    www.ninethirtyw.com

    *boing*

    It was a pop-up ad.

    But before I cursed and wished 24/7 of not only Emeril Live but 30 Minute Meals as well, on the tivo of the Evil Internet Overlord who invented pop-up ads, I thought for a moment about what the ad was advertising.

    The ad very proudly proclaimed an offer of a mortgage. It was blinking and flashing with silhouettes of people dancing in celebration because it is a. Big. Fookin'. Deal. That’s right. Apparently a mortgage for $145,000 is reason to party like it’s 1999. For only $484 a month! Holy smokes! $145,000!!! w0000t!!!11!

    Wait.

    Stop.

    As my 5th grade teacher Mrs. Galayda used to say, “Hold your f**kin' horses.” (I went to a pretty progressive elementary school, so it is highly likely that Mrs. G really did say "f**kin'.")

    $145,000?!?!

    Why is $145,000 a reason to drop down on your knees, throw your hands heavenward and praise the Lord? Why? It assumes that $145,000 is a sizeable sum of money. It assumes that $145,000 can buy you something. The question is...Where? Where on God’s great earth can you purchase a home with a mortgage of $145,000? Tell me. Please! Oh, I know. *nods head in understandaing* Duh. A condo. In Death Valley.

    But it’s still a time share with eleven other couples.

    Where does the target market for this pop-up ad live that $145,000 is a sweet deal? They certainly don’t live in Los Angeles. There is nothing, I mean nothing, within 200 miles of the edge of LA civilization that can be boughten with $145,000. At least not real estate. Not the kind where you have to sign something in triplicate, with witnesses. With $145,000, I think you could probably pay for your gasoline for about a month; maybe three weeks if you commute from the Valley. Or you could use it as a second mortgage for your 10x10 public storage space in Watts, assuming you are retarded and would actually get a mortgage for a rented space.

    Living in la la land has completely brainwashed me with respect to real estate prices. They are astronomical. The condo conversion next to my apartment building is selling one bedroom condos for $825,000. One bedroom. Surely they mean one extraordinarily large bedroom and two other “side” bedrooms along with a library, a den, a formal dining room and four bathrooms? Or maybe the condo really only has one bedroom, but it also comes with a “happy ending.” $825,000 is, oh, just a little more than I can afford right now. Even with a $145,000 (w00t!) mortgage.

    So what does this mean?

    I need a f**king pop-up blocker.

    It also means that if I ever ever ever plan to buy a “place of my own” in LA at some point in the distant future, I have to save. That’s right, save all that unearned cash.

    You ask, “How does a girl live a Champagne and Chanel lifestyle on an Arbor Mist and Old Navy budget?”

    I ain’t saying I’m a gold-digger.
    But I ain’t messin’ with no broke *RADIO EDIT!*

    Unfortuantely, sugar daddies aren’t easy to find in LA. At least, not on the Westside.

    And that means one must rely on socialite savvy for invitations to super fab-ooh-la-la-lous parties around town. I don’t know how I swindled it because I have absolutely ZERO socialite savvy, but on a certain evening, I had two, yes, two, count them, kittenz, two parties for which not a dollah had to exit this princess’ pocketbook. Except for the valet. But hey, that’s why you take a date. ;)

    bombay sapphireThe first “party” wasn’t really a party so much as an “event.” In the PR world, I think it might be called “promotions.” Regardless of what it was, it was in The Backyard of the sleek and chic W Hotel in Westwood and promised luscious bites of something to eat from Nine Thirty (the restaurant) and fancy schmancy drinks mixed by an official Bombay Sapphire mixologist.

    Bombay Sapphire is gin. If I'm a die-hard Citron/soda girl now, there was a point in my life when I was a hard core "G&T" girl. Gin and tonic. But like most people do after a weekender bender on cheap tequila or perhaps Jager, I permanently swore off the swill that pickled my liver and seeped pine sap out of my pores for five days afterwards. I can barely stand to be within 10 feet of the stuff, as liquid Tannenbaum is fairly easy to sniff out. But hey, like I always say, boozers can't be choosers. ;)

    w hotel, westwood, los angeles, ca - the backyardBesides, I love the W.

    Now to me, Christmas Tree doesn't mix well with anything but...oh, I don't know, tinsel and fake snow flocking, maybe? But apparently Bombay is trying to show the public that yes, indeed, gin can be transformed away from the image of an older, distiguished gentleman drinking a martini in an evergreen forest into "young! hip! fun! crazy up-in-da-club!" cocktails.

    Hm. Re-he-he-heally?!?! We’ll see about that.

    w hotel, westwood, los angeles, ca- the backyardThe Backyard of the W is the outdoor patio area by the pool. In all my three times I had been to the W before, I had never once been in The Backyard, which is strange because you’d think I would have been able to sense the small bar back there. A patio area with umbrella’d tables and chairs and cushy sofa lounge spaces is enclosed by a backlit, rocky waterscape, which would be nothing like a Sandra Lee tablescape made of cheap ocean-print tablecloth hot glue-gunned with plastic starfish and coconuts. (omg, I have now mentioned Sandra Lee twice, which means I am probably hatefully obsessed with the woman).

    By the time we got there, the party was in semi-full swing, and no, we didn’t purposely arrive fashionably late enough to make an ooh-la-la entrance. This is Sarah here. I am a wee bit socially retarded, and prefer to slink in the back door unnoticed, hover by the food table, hide behind an enormous cocktail
    glass, then slip back out again anonymously with a camera full of secretly stolen photos and mental notes of what I ate and what everyone was wearing. I can’t help myself. I live in LA.

    The crowd wasn’t exactly what I’d call “the beautiful people,” but it certainly wasn’t a meeting of the Math Club. Bombay had taken over the patio by the bar, but the pool was cordoned off for another party that really was a meeting of the Math Club. Or maybe they were investment bankers and financial planners. I am not entirely sure, but there were lots of khaki Dockers and brand-less pique polo shirts.

    Bombay had set up their oh-fee-shyul mixologist toward the back, so that’s where we headed immediately. Unfortunately, free drinks always draw a crowd, and the mixologist was mobbed. From the sidelines, I could see him in his shiny blue suited glory, and could hear his booming, deeply accented voice. I almost fell over when I realized that he was Austin Powers, Shaken Not Stirred.
    w hotel, westwood, los angeles, ca - nine thirty (930)

    w hotel, westwood, los angeles, ca- the backyard
    Nine Thirty and Bombay had worked together to produce a menu of pairings - gin cocktails that featured lots of herbal essences and whatnot, paired against foods from both Nine Thirty and The Backyard (I assume they have the same kitchen and that The Backyard serves Nine Thirty "Light.") We had missed the first taste, Pineapple and Ginger Sapphire Martini, but I didn't mind. The food pairing was fois gras mousse. I am not fond of fois to begin with, and the idea of washing it down with pineapple and ginger flavored gin sounded too horrible to imagine. A pineapple and ginger martini should have been paired with a damn Hawaiian ahi tartare, duh. I did, however, think it quite clever of Austin Powers version 2.0 to name the cocktail with both the words "pine" and "gin." Of course, he probably didn't plan that.

    w hotel, westwood, los angeles, ca - nine thirty (930) mushroom soup

    w hotel, westwood, los angeles, ca- the backyard
    The second course, like the fois gras mousse, was also from Nine Thirty's menu. The servers brought out tiny espresso cups filled with a thick mushroom soup laced with black truffle and topped with barely a kiss of creme fraiche. I loved the idea of serving cocktail-sized servings of soup in espresso cups, but passed on actually tasting it for a second taste of the Apple and Green Tea Sapphire Martini. I was surprised at how much I liked it - very light, crisp, and very little gin taste. Then again, I'm sure Mr. Mixologist was light-handed with his Sapphire. The only thing I couldn't understand was how apple and green tea were supposed to pair with a thick, strong, earthy mushroom and truffle soup. Two great tastes, not great together.

    bombay sapphire
    The next two tastes were from The Backyard, and I began to realize that there was probably no thought whatsoever put into the actual food and drink pairing. Either that, or Austin Powers had dipped a little too long in the oversized Sapphire bottles that were supposed to be for display purposes only. Sausage Pizza with Goat Cheese and Caramelized Onions would have been fine by itself, but with a Jamba Juice-like Blueberry Basil Sapphire Martini attached to it, suddenly reminded me of something Noah might do for a breakfast pizza bagel. The idea of blueberry and basil is excellent. The execution was miserably thick and sickeningly sweet. Next time, muddle basil and blueberries, add gin (of course, next time, I wouldn't even be using gin), then strain it of all those nasty filtrates like you're a damn DNA chemist.

    blueberry basil sapphire martini

    bombay sapphire
    The last course, Shellfish Salad in Endive, looked downright frightening, no offense to the chef. Not only was there was so much shellfish piled into a tiny endive leaf I didn't think it would hold if I actually lifted one off the serving plate, but one teeny tiny angry histamine and I could have exploded into a blistery, blustery allergic mess. I did however, think the final cocktail, Cucumber and Kiwi Sapphire Martini, was the best tasting of the four. I didn't say it was great tasting in an absolute sense, as it had a bit of that Bath & Body Works character to it, but it was the best of the four.

    Though it may not seem so from the way I've written about the odd pairings and the fact that the whole evening was built around gin, I did enjoy myself immensely. The Backyard setting is a mini-oasis in the midst of Westwood chaos. I met a deliciously gorgeous girl with whom I exchanged promises to meet again (silly, silly, not in that way) and I got to watch the sky go from afternoon delight through twilight and into night, sippin' on Sapphire, without so much as spending a Bud Light.

    Next time, we'll do it at my million dollar condo, on the veranda, with vodka. ;)

    ** a year ago today, i did an extreme makeover, blog edition, but ty pennington wasn't there **

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    Comments

    1. abraxis says

      July 13, 2006 at 5:49 am

      Was there last last weekend. The Bar is a lot of fun, near the pool and has free wi-fi!!

      Yay.

      Reply
    2. abraxis says

      July 13, 2006 at 5:49 am

      Was there last last weekend. The Bar is a lot of fun, near the pool and has free wi-fi!!

      Yay.

      Reply
    3. santos. says

      July 13, 2006 at 5:50 am

      you can also go out with a group of bloggers to the farmer's market, where somehow you can always end up with food and a glass of booze for next to nothin' because we all can't seem to add :)

      Reply
    4. lazarte4 says

      July 13, 2006 at 9:33 am

      reading your blog when i was deployed in fallujah did two things..
      #1 made me think of home
      #2 made me wish i was home

      we only had 30 minutes to use the computers, so i would check my email and then read your blog and drool over the pictures of all the booze and delicious food that i can't enjoy:o(

      now, im finally back. enjoying Los Angeles once again..

      thannks sarah!

      http://www.myspace.com/doclazarte

      Reply
    5. lazarte4 says

      July 13, 2006 at 9:33 am

      reading your blog when i was deployed in fallujah did two things..
      #1 made me think of home
      #2 made me wish i was home

      we only had 30 minutes to use the computers, so i would check my email and then read your blog and drool over the pictures of all the booze and delicious food that i can't enjoy:o(

      now, im finally back. enjoying Los Angeles once again..

      thannks sarah!

      http://www.myspace.com/doclazarte

      Reply
    6. carl says

      July 13, 2006 at 11:36 pm

      clearly you didn't run into ME cuz i'm far from being a math club member - jk ;-)!

      your commentary on the bombay sapphire event was hilarious... btw, i'm the guy that put the event together and i'm glad you came to partake in the "schmooze fest." not sure who you came with but next time my agency puts on a party you should DEFINITELY come.

      until next time, sarah!

      Reply
    7. sarah says

      July 14, 2006 at 12:28 am

      abraxis: free wi fi?!?! does this mean i can blog from The Backyard, poolside (under an umbrella with SPF 45 on and long sleeves) with a Citron and soda?!?!

      santos: you are evil. i know you. you sneaky little guambat, you! i know you planned it that way. and i was SUPPOSED to buy you dinner! drinks! dancing! for your birthday. oh boy, you are GETTING IT next time you're in la, santos. GETTING IT, i say!

      lazarte4: welcome back, cowboy! glad you are back safe and sound at home!

      carl: were you that *hawt*hawt*hawt* man of a man over there somewhere on the patio drinking a cocktail schmoozing it up in an utterly charming way?!?! ;)

      Reply
    8. onetomato says

      July 15, 2006 at 1:26 am

      those food pairing do sound horrible. eek! by the way, i did make a VODKA martini with fresh pom juice the other night for a get together and it was smashing. truly. and it has all the antioxidants, so it's like i'm not even putting anything toxic into my body at all! :)

      Reply
    9. hermz says

      July 19, 2006 at 8:05 pm

      mmmmm... Cucumber and Kiwi Sapphire Martini... sounds delish!

      Reply
    10. sarah says

      July 22, 2006 at 7:17 am

      onetomato: to be quite honest, it is mho that any sort of sweet, flavored cocktail just will not work with food, no matter what the food is. the drink has to be light and relatively flavoreless, like a refreshing vodka/soda, or wine.

      pom-tini, however, sounds like a fabulous drink to sip while socializing. don't spill!

      hermz: cucumber. LOL!

      Reply
    11. Kitchen Sink says

      July 15, 2010 at 12:26 pm

      reading your blog when i was deployed in fallujah did two things..
      #1 made me think of home
      #2 made me wish i was home

      Reply

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