Parking is hell. For every streetside spot we saw open, a car was already on its way to take it. Then finally, three blocks away from India’s Oven, we found a parking space. Which turned out to be awesome, because I walked right past Banksy.
…the city’s hesitation to clean up Banksy, may have resulted in leniancy for others…
Beverly Boulevard
I’m not sure if it was the tap water I was drinking that reminded me of chlorinated water, but the only thing I wanted to do yesterday was visit my childhood water park, known as Water World, in Colorado.
I’ve got beaches, year-round sunny weather, real palm trees and what do I think of? A midwest water playground where I often got burnt, sideswiped by blue rubber tubes and dragged under water by the current in the wave pool. Then ate funnel cake.
A fast-food eatery reknown for their dogs and burgers alike. Drunks, tourists and Angelenos line up around the block from 9:30am to 3:00am to get plump polish sausages and greasy fries. I hate Pinks. I had it ONCE, and never went back. This place is a sticky tourist trap for the Midwest. Their food often tastes like Tommy’s Hamburgers, another L.A. specialty; if you haven’t been lucky enough to have one of those recently, you’re missing out on what looks like shit (shredded chili) on top of the thinnest greasy burger you will ever encounter (buried under chili) and soggy bun (because of chili), with cheese.
Tourists: Melrose & La Brea Ave
709 N La Brea Ave
Los Angeles, CA 90038
(323) 931-4223
NO SAINTS IN L.A. 