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Definitely the best hotel on the Big Island. Everything I read below turned out to be exactly as it was. Probably the most accurately true reviews I have ever read on Yelp.

Staff were genuinely friendly, hotel is beautiful, the beaches are great (epecially for snorkeling) and the rooms were superb.

Great for a no-kids adult only environment.

Easily and by far the worst food I had on the entire island. First there was tons of hair in our drinks. Drinks!!! How does hair get in drinks? The waitress didn't even offer a free drink or anything for having us drunk hair.

Secondly, the sandwiches which everyone raves about were one step above McDonalds. Our food was less than average. Maybe at one time this place had good stuff but it no longer does. Service was less than average.

If you want a good sandwich go up the street to Buns in the Sun. The staff is friendly, the place is much, much cleaner and the coffee good. On top of that, you can pick up some baked goods to take back to the hotel with you.

Quinns may have had it's day but that day is long since over. I was really looking forward to this place from the reviews but the only thing that was true were the cockroaches.

Have you ever had sex?

Well, this chocolate will be better than most of the sex you have had. Better yet, go to Hawaii with your lover, buy these chocolates and then - sex, eat chocolates, repeat. As easy as washing your hair, but better.

Gourmet chocolate using local ingredients - what more can one wish for? Staff is very friendly and will patiently answer any questions. Worth the money just follow instructions above.

As an Italian I must say...

There is NOTHING remotely Italian about this place. The name is not Italian. The staff are not Italian. The customers are not Italian. The FOOD is NOT Italian!

We had the lasagna, which tasted more like Mexican food than anything else. It was flavorless, sloppy and poorly presented.

I am all for inexpensive Italian food but this is just bad. Bad as in terrible not Michael Jackson "bad". So for those of you who know what real Italian food taste like please avoid this place and wasting your money.

For those of you who consider Kraft macaroni and cheese Italian because it has macaroni in it - this place will be the best Italian you have ever had. If you like ketchup on your pasta then this place will be Italian on a spiritual level!

For anyone else with a single active taste bud - AVOID.

Ignore the strip mall location. The art is worth the disgust you feel of entering a strip mall to go to a gallery.

The set up is fine, not crowded and the staff doesn't harrass you and are helpful.

Will write more one I hit one of their parties.

Don't waste your time. This place is a total crap fest full of designer named stores with the junk they can't get rid of. For men's stuff better of just catching sales in the regular stores.

There are few deals and few nice items. Parking is a mad house. People were yelling and swearing at each other in the parking lot - ghetto. Who needs this when you are trying to get away from it by coming out here.

Look, if you can't afford the good stuff then don't buy it. This place was a distrubing side of humanity and for some reason full of obnoxious smells.

One bright aspect of this experience was the Creuset store. Good deals on cookware if you are into high end cooking gear. Everything else sucks.

Good coffee. Great Ice Coffee - drink it black.

The danishes were fresh. The staff was quick, friendly and got my black coffee order right. They never get it right if I go into a dreaded Starbucks where they have so mangled the English language that they have made up word of their own. How do you not get black coffee right?

I digress. There is a nice outdoor patio where you can sit by the fountain, play with other customers dogs and interact with humans. Yes, people actually interact with each other here. How quaint and pleasant.

Sum up - if you need coffee, tea or company, you won't go wrong here. Wish they would franchise out further.

Great getaway to pretend you are in that episode of Mad Men where he can't stand LA so he runs off with some twenty-something to the desert.

Three things make this place perfect for a weekend away:

- Outdoor private showers with a view of the mountains.
- Very nicely restored desert modern rooms.
- No kids!

The architecture and grounds are well kept and serene. William F Cody - Good job. Very nice staff, continental breakfast included and very private. Just out of town enough but not too far.

Now go have a drink by the pool, a real drink not red bull-shit kiddie cocktails. Drink like a man and pretend you're Don Draper for the day or Dean Martin or some other man's man or we'll kick you out and you can go to hotel where there are kids.

Relax, enjoy and pretend the rest of the world doesn't matter. Cause it doesn't. You're poolside, in a desert, in a modernist hotel having a drink. What do you care?

Chocolate...chocolate...chocolate. Outside of sex is tere anything better. Rhetorical of course.

John McAvoy is a tolerant man. He tolerant our adoration, appreciation and dozens of questions. Nothing is labeled so he had to. But the lack of labels makes it all the more interesting.Human interaction is something sorely missing in Southern California.

John had excellent chocolate, great recommendations, a trove of chocolaty information and provided us an ice pack to keep our chocolate in the desert.

Driving through Joshua with a carefully prepared package of these chocolates and an iced coffee from Koffi next door was a perfect finish to a fantastic  food filled weekend in the desert.

Can't wait to go back!

This is supposed to be the place for Sunday Brunch in Palm Springs. Post road trip back to LA this is where everyone says to go.

Take Heed My Fellow Escapist!

Spencer's is part of the time warp we all agree to go into when we head out to Palm Springs. The problem is that at Spencer's we end up in the wrong time. This is not the Rat Pack 50's type of drinking before 11am brunch place. It is not the 60's modernist with a bit of humorist kitsch drinking before 11 am type of place. It is not the 70's acid trip in the desert Jim Morrison style type of place. It IS the Lionel Richie, nouveau riche of the 80's country club with shoulder pads type of place but now everyone is old.

The food, well, whatever. I have had better turkey clubs for much less. And no, it isn't even real turkey. The lobster bisque was a nice surprise. I should have stopped there.

"Hello, is it me you're looking for?" No Lionel Richie. It isn't. No one is looking for you. Go back to the 80s.

I could have shot myself if I had a gun when that played.

If you are over 60 ignore everything in this review and enjoy it.