Tidal in Paradise Point Resort
Resorts often name themselves something like Bliss Bluff or Rapture Range. Then you arrive to find weeds in the swimming pool and the restaurant’s concept to be apathy. As a native, Paradise Point in Mission Bay lives up to what I feel is San Diego’s unique brand of nirvana.
The 44-acre resort was built in 1962 by Hollywood producer Jack Skirball. He wanted to make it into a South Seas movie set of sorts. An 18-hole, real-grass miniature golf course lines the entrance. There’s all kinds of tropical foliage. Domesticated beggar ducks (and turtles) swim in a man-made lagoon, jonesing for crumbs. Vacationing families swarm the area on rental bikes. The rooms are made of cinder blocks and the lobby smells like old wood. If the professor from Gilligan’s Island stopped failing and finally invented something that turned him into a very wealthy man, he’d probably create an island getaway like this.
But the charm, especially, is that it doesn’t put on airs. San Diego has newer resorts. Even after Paradise Point’s recent $20 million renovation, there are much glitzier ones. But the San Diego I love is not a too-manicured, upper-crust, don’t-touch temple of expensive décor (see Laguna Niguel). It’s laid-back. It’s unstarched. It may or may not have brushed its hair.
That is what I love about Paradise Point. It’s beautiful, in a funky, approachable, open-toed way. And that’s exactly how it feels sitting on the patio of its newly renovated restaurant, Tidal, watching the sun dip into the vacation rentals lining Mission Bay. There’s a man with a nice watch and a $100 haircut. There’s also a man with a tank-top, tattoo, and garage band that’s thinking of firing him. Read more…
Source: San Diego Magazine