James Cordon does a great job, I think, and the show is very entertaining. Having said that, let's now concentrate on the backdrop.
Behind the usual desk and a couch or two is the usual mock up of a city skyline. L.A. in this case. One of the buildings depicted is the Roosevelt Hotel. I have no idea if the Roosevelt Hotel is a famous L.A. landmark of some kind, but it is a famous location for me.
It was the first place that I ever slept in L.A. I flew out in 1972 to reconnoiter, to see if L.A. was a suitable place for a New Yorker to relocate. Why the Roosevelt Hotel? Maybe it was an advertisement in a New York newspaper. Pre-Internet, you know.
It was where I learned that the water in L.A. was so hard that you could take a shower without getting wet. The water just beaded up on my shoulder like rain on a well waxed car fender.
It was where I was reassured that there were roaches in Los Angeles.
It was where I learned that when you stepped off the curb to jay-walk in L.A. all of the cars approaching from either direction magically stopped. "Oooo," I remember thinking as I walked between the now stationary cars, "that's different."
It was also where I learned that one is helpless in L.A. without a car. I got a free ticket to a TV preview up on Sunset Boulevard, and I went by bus. I got there okay. Not quickly, but okay. Returning to the hotel was another story. It took several hours. The buses on Sunset didn't run after a certain hour, so I had to walk south to Hollywood Boulevard. Then I discovered what happens when you say, "Seventh and South Hill" to an L.A. bus driver in a heavy New York accent. (He assumes that you are speaking Chinese, turns his head, and ignores you.)
Yeah, the Roosevelt Hotel is part of my thirty-year history in L.A. (Now fading in memory.) After a couple of days I caught up with a friend from New York who had moved out a year or two before, and he graciously invited me to sleep on his couch for a week or two. L.A. seemed like a good bet, and within a few years my wife and I had relocated. We never regretted it. Almost never. After all, you can't beat the weather.