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Review of The Westin Mission Hills Golf ...

The middle of the desert. Hot as hell. At least it...

The middle of the desert. Hot as hell. At least it's not Los Angeles, and that's the point. I'm here to escape the insane crush of traffic, the murder cops, and my neighbors, who are decent enough but can only live in the city by fitting twelve of them in a single apartment so that when I say hello to two of them in the morning, they just stare at me as they take a whiz on their own fence. The resort is fine. Mostly older golfers and their bored wives and kids hanging out at the pool. There staff is welcoming, but the help is kind of incompetent; I ask for the pet amenities that aren't the food bowls and that's all they bring. Also, somebody brings me a new room key I didn't ask for, getting me mixed up with another guest. The food is okay, very overpriced and underwhelming. Serving staff is mostly very outgoing and cool, but I travel with a service animal and sometimes you can tell they hate that, even if it's a docile creature that just lies there. I escaped LA. The place served it's purpose, at least.