The story of Coronado Island focuses on the monster hotel, its history and the endless traffic of celebrities, wannabes, and honeybees that traffic its wooden decks. But there's more to Coronado than just a Pacific Scott Fitzgerald fantasy and a hot dog wafted Down ton Abbey.
The community is the retirement colony for the admirals and officer corp of the American Pacific fleet. Streets memorialize great battles. Roadside portraits celebrate yesterday's heroes. Fleeced admirals strut in coveys like demobilized quails while those of lesser rank gaze on. It is mandated that every house must be different from its neighbours so the impression is left that there's an endless search for the ideal design. With each pink Tudor or bright yellow Adobe, evidence of the continued failure of design sand imagination. But then, who cares? It's really all about the hotel.
The bridge to Coronado Island creates a spectacular entrance. Going back to San Diego via the southern beach route is equally interesting as you get a peek at how the american navy lives when it's out of the ship.
You don't have to stay in the hotel to enjoy much of what it offers. You can come for the day, enjoy the beach and have a decent if not great lunch in the hotel's restaurant. There are beautifully curated stores to engage you for hours before lunch of you're not a beach person. As you pay your lunch bill, have your parking validated so it's free and you have a day to talk about with friends. How's that for value?