I can't seem to end the classic East Coast vs West Coast battle, one that has troubled philosophers for millions of years. Yes, millions. So I'll be bi-costal for a bit, and I'll check in with my favorite moments from each.
I'll start off with a band I adore, Fever High. Which is actually based out of NYC, but I caught them recently at Bardot in Hollywood, which is a beautiful venue with booth seating near the stage and space on the side for dancing. Folks really dance in LA, and Fever High's peppery pop music not only lends well to dancing, but the band will jump off stage and dance with you!
After a night of dancing, my second favorite thing to do in LA is actually a rarity. Every now and then the weather will lend some magic to the city and wrap everything in fog. That's fog, not smog. On misty mornings I pop a Benny Goodman tape in my cassette player and drive up the winding road to the Griffith Park observatory. With the atmosphere blurring out all modern sights, and the Art Deco architecture it's pretty easy to feel like you're in an old Hollywood dream.
For breakfast on such a morning my favorite spot is Dune, a falafel join in Atwater Village. It has seating outside so I don't feel too guilty buying my coffee not from them, but Kaldi Coffee nexdoor. At Dune I alternate between getting the Shakshuka and the Balli Yogurt which comes with pecans, walnuts, honey, dried dates/apricots and spices. After all he who controls the spices, controls the universe.