From a chocolate left on my pillow to a bowl of fruit on a coffee table, the pleasure of finding a little something waiting for me in a hotel room never gets old. But the amenity that was delivered to my room at the Omni Frisco in Frisco, Texas, where I stayed last fall as a guest of Omni Hotels & Resorts during a press trip, kicked the experience up a few notches. Deliciously fun, it also cleverly managed to tell a story about the property.
That tale — like the chocolate I received — is football-shaped. The 300-room hotel, which opened in 2017, is co-owned by the Dallas Cowboys and the hotel chain, and is adjacent to the football team’s world corporate headquarters and training facility. It’s on a 91-acre Dallas Cowboys–themed campus called The Star in Frisco, which includes the 12,000-seat Ford Center at The Star, an indoor multi-use events center, which is shared by the Dallas Cowboys, the City of Frisco, and Frisco’s high schools, and where high-school football and other sporting events are played.
The Cowboys practice on two side-by-side fields — one grass, one turf — but the rest of us can toss a football around on the Tostitos Championship Plaza, a 50-yard artificial turf football field adjacent to the hotel, with a giant screen along one of the field’s narrow sides.
The Omni Frisco is not your average hotel, and neither was the treat I found in my room the first night: There was the chocolate football, which was filled with seasoned nuts, and nestled on a little square of live grass. It was accompanied by a couple of beers, more chocolates, and a mound of spicy-sweet pork rinds. My favorite part was the fact that all of the elements were linked by a football play drawn in chalk on a slate tray. Not a football fan, I texted a picture to my nephew, who lives in Dallas and slept for many years underneath posters of his favorite Cowboys players tacked on his bedroom walls.
“Is this a real football play?” I asked him.
“They’re missing a couple of positions,” Matt answered. “But it looks like a halfback wheel route and slot-receiver sluggo route,” he texted back. “I could see it.”
That made one of us. But I loved the pork rinds.