LOS ANGELES - "Hey, look at that funny guy!"
It was hard not to notice the gentleman in question, with his fake doctor’s outfit, giant sunglasses and a big sign that read, “Free test.” He pointed toward a storefront harmlessly advertised as The Holistic Center – with the letters “THC” suspiciously prominent.
Nothing like having your 3-year-old daughter point out a medical marijuana facility to you.
The legal pot shops dotting the famous boardwalk were just specks in the kaleidoscope of reminders that Venice is still a freak show of the first order. On a three-night trip last fall to Los Angeles’ slacker beach-bum haven, our daughter also took in a street performer walking barefoot over broken glass and flame-twirlers with a Phish concert from 1992 still in their heads.
However – and this isn’t any drugs talking – Venice is enjoying something of a renaissance as a family-friendly section of L.A., like a hip, cozy small town within the big city. Celeb moms such as Julia Roberts and Kate Beckinsale are moving in, and a new wave of playful restaurants and shops have opened up.
Wishful Julia sightings aside, we chose Venice to be close to the action but outside the din of Los Angeles, where we wanted to hit a few sights. We also liked the many funky little beach bungalows and townhouses for rent there, instead of the swank hotels in neighboring Santa Monica.
What we hadn’t counted on was Venice’s compactness and neighborhood quality, albeit a neighborhood that is way cooler and more crowded than yours.
From our ocean-blue bungalow – about $200 per night for two small bedrooms and a kitchen – we could walk to the fair-like farmers market on Main Street. We could also walk to an innumerable number of hip (but not overly trendy) restaurants without having to tip any valet.
My wife’s post-vacation credit-card statement also reminded me how close we were to the bounty of indie boutiques surrounding the main shopping and dining drag, Abbott Kinney Boulevard, just a few blocks but worlds away from the boardwalk.
“Hey, look at the Ferris wheel!”
Our daughter howled that from her pull-behind bike carrier as we slowly pedaled our way up the beach toward the Santa Monica Pier. Not a minute later, though, I looked back and found her fast asleep – a testament to how smooth and soothing the ride was.
The best stretch of time we had in Venice was the relaxed day and a half we avoided using our car, a feat otherwise unheard of for a Los Angeles vacation. It started with a morning stroll to the Rose Cafe, where the guacamole-topped huevos rancheros and garden patio oozed California flavor. From there, we rambled down to the boardwalk to rent bikes.
You can pretty much throw a flip-flop and hit a rental shop anywhere along the Venice beach. Priced around $25 per day, the cruisers may be the best deal in Los Angeles outside of “Price Is Right” tickets. You can follow the beach 22 miles along the South Bay Trail, from the harbor views of Marina del Rey on the south end to the picturesque Will Rogers State Beach way north.
We made it up to the plain but clean beaches of Pacific Palisades before turning back to Santa Monica. The obligatory (and absolutely worthwhile) Ferris wheel ride in the pier’s amusement park was followed by a walk uphill to the Third Street Promenade area for lunch and fountain- and sculpture-gazing.
The best stop along the way was at the Annenberg Community Beach House, which might well be the greatest re-use of an opulent mansion estate in American history – kids swimming and swinging where William Randolph Hearst’s rich cronies used to swing in a whole other way.
Built right on the beach in Santa Monica for Hearst’s girlfriend, Marion Davies, in the 1920s, the 5-acre spread went through various rebirths before finally reopening in 2009 as a public pool (a wow-inducing pool at that). There’s also a fitness center, cool playground and cafe where you can dine in the sand. It’s all thanks to the nonprofit Annenberg Foundation stepping in where the notoriously broke state of California couldn’t.
There, we ate an unbeatably fresh breakfast of vendors’ fare and sat in the grass and listened to some great little string-picking ensemble – pretty much what we often do on summer weekends back home, plus a pony ride for the girl.Back nearer our bungalow, we strolled through another fun historic site: the canals that were at the center of Venice’s creation in 1905.
Officially a district within Los Angeles and not its own city, Venice was envisioned by tobacco baron Abbott Kinney as a Pacific Coast counterpart to its namesake city in Italy, with 16 miles of gondola-filled canals as its centerpiece. While only a few miles remain, none of which is really gondola-worthy anymore, these palm-tree-lined canals do offer many little sigh-worthy bridges and chances to get lost. And with Venice’s residential upswing, there are now plenty of elaborate, expensive homes along the canal shores for gawk value.
For the rest of our trip, Venice made for a great home base that really did feel like home. We couldn’t wait to get back there after driving up into the Hollywood Hills and downtown L.A. Almost out of commitment, we didn’t eat a meal outside of Venice besides our one lunch in Santa Monica. The ceaselessly cool dining options were probably our favorite part of our stay – blocks and blocks of funky, little eateries with all the bright color and flavor you look for on the coast, without the California stuck-uppity quality.
And as far as Venice’s freak-show element goes, our daughter was certainly entertained by it all.
We just looked at it as a sort of low-rent Disneyland. We even saw Mickey and Minnie Mouse at one point, though they were actually a couple of tacky entrepreneurs in costume charging tourists for photos. At least it made for a better photo-op than the wacky pot-shop guy.
IF YOU GO
PLACES FOR YOUNG KIDS
The famed observatory and zoo in Griffith Park are obvious favorites, but here are some other fun stops.
Annenberg Beach House: The pool itself is immaculate. The playground truly is playful. The Hearst history is interesting. And the beachside location can’t be beat (415 Pacific Coast Highway, Santa Monica).
Museum of Contemporary Art: Split into two nearby locations, it’s maybe the one art museum kids will dig as much as parents. Its wild offerings this winter include an exhibit on “Whip It!”- cracking art-punk band Devo (250 S. Grand Ave. and 152 N. Central Ave., Los Angeles).
Santa Monica Pier: A rather mediocre amusement park, except it’s actually on the pier over the ocean, and views up and down the coast are breathtaking – no smog pun intended (Colorado Ave. at Pacific Coast Highway, Santa Monica).
The Autry (formerly Gene Autry Museum): No kidding, this one’s a hoot. A must for Western movie lovers, it also makes for a fun afternoon of cowboy/cowgirl fantasizing for kids (4700 Western Heritage Way, Griffith Park, Los Angeles).
Any beach playground: We found them all along the South Bay Trail between Venice and Pacific Palisades, and we found the playground experience on the whole to be much more tolerable with soft sand and ocean views thrown into the mix. EATERIES
Lemonade: This neon-bright lunch-counter spot serves up seared ahi tuna fillets and pot-roast sandwiches alongside bountiful mixed plates full of inventive salads and side dishes, i.e., pistachio Israeli couscous or sherry whole-grain emulsion spaghetti squash. The multi-flavored lemonades on tap are to die for, too (1661 Abbott Kinney Blvd.).
A-Frame: Almost as cool a reinvention as the Annenberg Beach House, it’s an old A-frame-style IHOP reinvented into a stylish Polynesian hut with family-style Pacific Rim platters (12565 Washington Blvd.).
The Rose Cafe: Part hippie bakery and part garden tea party, it’s famous for brunch but also serves seafood salads and other fresh, light fare for lunch (220 Rose Ave.).
Gjelina: This Mediterranean hot spot has a trendy atmosphere but casual menu highlighted by a dozen pepperoni-less pizzas and fun plates such as baby squid and a chickpea stew (1429 Abbott Kinney Blvd.).
Umami Burger: Not actually in Venice, this inventive burger joint next to the famed Fred Segal store in Santa Monica, where the $10-$11 namesake Japanese-flavored sandwich or the Truffle Burger are a much better investment than the $375 jeans (500 Broadway, Santa Monica).