Sybil enjoying the sun at Venice Beach.
This was one of those days Iâ€™m acutely aware of how lucky I am to live in SoCal. Itâ€™s the middle of January and the sun is shining and warm and itâ€™s absolutely gorgeous out. Admittedly, the day didnâ€™t start out fabulously since UCLA lost to USC in a very lethargic, sloppy basketball game. We were able to assuage our sorrow with spicy bloody maryâ€™s, bar food (chicken tenders, guacamole and chips and quesadillas) and fun company at Qâ€™sâ€“ a sports bar in Brentwood - but it still sort of sucked to lose.
Determined to enjoy our beautiful day, we headed out to Venice Beach.
Some people find Venice and its eclectic mix of characters strange and weird, but I have always found it a fun, casual place. Yes, there are strange and weird people â€“ but so what? It makes for great people watching, and often you get into random conversations and discover new perspectives and knowledge. We initially wanted to go to a beer garden, but it was way too busy so we found a slightly divey bar right in front of a group of men and women beating drums and displaying their colorful artworks. I think the bar was called Venice something bar. Really not anything special other than it still had room in the patio area and we wanted to sit out in the sun. The service was slow, but friendly. We enjoyed the drumming and waited for the sun to set. While we were waiting we realized we were sitting next to a parrot club of some sort â€“ essentially men and women meeting with their pet parrots â€“ grand, flamboyantly colored creatures.
Me doing the same thing.
One bird actually flew away and the panicked owners ran off in chase. Fortunately the bird was located and returned safely.
One of the parrots at the parrot meeting we stumbled upon.
As the sun began to dip towards the horizon, we moved indoors for warmth, but still had a birds eye view of the sunset. Inside we met another group of interesting people â€“ friendly bartenders, a man who insisted that every song playing on the barâ€™s stereo systems was being sung or played by him, and a white rapper. Then we were treated with some live music (not great, but fun nonetheless).
We ended the day with dinner at Orris â€“ a japanese small plates place. (see review) With my belly full, I headed home after a lovely, languid day out.
Los Angeles Restaurants, Cafes & Food review
Orris is a Japanese small plates place located on a stretch of Sawtelle inhabited by Japanese businesses. Itâ€™s a small, cozy space where the focus … read entire review