Salt & Straw brings homemade Oregon ice cream down to Los Angeles in their Larchmont store. It’s no surprise that Salt & Straw would settle in Larchmont Village because this is, by far, the quaintest and cutest corner of L.A. Open from 10AM to 11PM, it’s either a blessing or a curse for those late night ice cream cravings. Continue reading
Writers mill into their favorite coffee shop early in the morning – if they’re smart – or midday – if they’re ready to fight for an outlet. At any spot in Los Angeles, you’ll walk in for your coffee and past a series of glowing LCD screens, displaying the clear markings of a screenplay draft. “INT. APARTMENT – DAY” peaking out from someone’s spot by the window.
I usually glimpse those words over a hunched shoulder or in the furrowed brow of that dude hugging the wall in the corner. The Hemingways of our generation – except this go around entails a $5 coffee and a $120,000 American dream, which seems to guarantee a high rate of underemployment. Continue reading
Downtown Culver is kind of adorable. It’s this cute little strip of the city where they wrap the trees in string lights, giving it a cozy, romantic atmosphere. Bars and restaurants have outdoor seating for you to enjoy the Los Angeles weather. When I say I’m going to Culver, this is normally the part I’m talking about. Culver City itself is a diverse mix of families and lumberjack looking hipsters/film production kids. It’s a large section of Los Angeles wedged in a corner by the 405 and 10. Continue reading
Part of the L.A. by district series.
Sawtelle is my personal favorite food spot in Los Angeles. Some call it “Little Osaka”, but Sawtelle is a blend of Japanese, Korean, Taiwanese, Chinese and Vietnamese restaurants. It’s an area you go to eat and eat well.
This district’s situated on the main street it’s named after. Sawtelle Boulevard between Santa Monica Boulevard and Olympic Boulevard is where you’ll find some of the best restaurants on the Westside. The area is small but mighty. Continue reading
Breaking L.A. down by district, this week we start in…
There’s this beautiful image of Hollywood in my mind – one where Marilyn Monroe laughs into Cary Grant’s arms, and we all sip cocktails while listening to Sinatra. Then there’s reality, where the Hollywood sign sits on a hill overlooking an area drenched in seedy shops, tourist traps and a boulevard of broken dreams. Continue reading