So a couple years ago, there was this place called Twenty40. I first found it because they had kouign amanns, and I’m morally obligated to know of any place within a 20 mile vicinity that has kouign amanns. But then Twenty40 closed. And I was heartbroken.

 

But then All Time appeared. And everything was right in the world again. And only in part because they also carry kouign amanns. All Time is the epitome of LA culture. The kind of laid back place popular with the local east side crowd. Everyone kind of looks like they walked out of the same hipster closet in the morning, stopping by for coffee with their instagram-perfect dog after an instagram-perfect hike on a weekday. But you kind of just buy into this lifestyle when you’re here. Maybe it’s the handwritten menu on a roll of kraft paper. Maybe it’s the friendly staff that make you envy the community they seem to be a part of. Maybe it’s the charming vintage-y postcards used as table numbers. Or the homey aesthetic of the bungalow-style space with black and white tiled floors. Or the all day to all night food and natural wine that is just as good for a picnic as it is for a very LA dinner.

 

Whatever it is, it works. And the perfect locally-sourced, farm fresh kind of menu doesn’t hurt either. No matter what you order, no matter what they happen to be serving up, you’ll leave full and happy and wondering whether you should just stay and maybe move in.