Phoenix Hotel

With one of the city’s only open-air (and tour bus-friendly) parking lots, the Phoenix Hotel has earned its stripes as crash pad to up-and-coming rock stars from Joan Jett and David Bowie to Moby and The Killers. Its gritty ‘hood—on the edge of the Tenderloin but just blocks from Civic Center and famed music venues like the Great American Music Hall and the Warfield—only adds to the two-star hotel’s funky, youthful vibe.

The Phoenix’s 44 rooms, all of which open onto the cool, palm-filled courtyard, feel more breezy island bungalow than seedy rocker den. Bright white ceilings offset wooden beams, painted mossy green to match accent walls of the same hue. Orange floral bedspreads and wicker furniture and ceiling fans round out the scene. And original artwork, mostly by local artists, adds a unique touch to each room. Rooms are equipped with a television, phone, free Wi-Fi and coffee and tea facilities. About half also have a mini-fridge.

Private bathrooms, tiled in yellow and green, are cheery and squeaky clean. Toiletries and hair dryers are provided.

With its yellow-and-turquoise paint job and retro signage out front, the Phoenix playfully pays homage to its origin as a 1950s motel. The feel is decidedly more artsy-hip in the expansive courtyard, which is peppered with potted palms and funky sculptures. There's a cool indoor/outdoor bar, but the centerpiece is the heated pool, with its landmark mural by artist Francis Forlenza.

Breakfast, included in the room rate, is served poolside.