The LA Streets series is an ode to the expansive streets that extend the width of this sprawling city, filled with opportunities for discovery. This series is inspired by Jonathan Gold, who learned how to eat on Pico Boulevard, and in turn, taught us all to take a closer look at the streets we drive by every day.Â
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one street, many personalities
good morning santa monica
oh los angeles
Santa Monica Boulevard is as weird one to say the least. It starts off pretty chill in its namesake Santa Monica. Your typical touristy center. What one might picture California to be if you’ve never been. It’s pretty wide, well-paved, uncluttered until you hit the turning point. Or rather, an intersection point. The point where Wilshire and Santa Monica meet in Beverly Hills, and Santa Monica continues north of Wilshire, growing farther and farther as we move along east.
Santa Monica Boulevard in Weho is iconic. Santa Monica in Hollywood is chaotic. Santa Monica once you pass the 101 is a whole other world. And then it somehow blends seamlessly into the best part of Sunset Blvd at Sunset Junction. Compared to some of the other great boulevards of LA, Santa Monica is an angled but not to windy shot straight through the city. It is, after all the 2. A state high way that continues far beyond city limits by way of Glendale (and becomes very squiggly around La Cañada. But we’re focused on the boulevard part. So let’s get into it.
Driving along Santa Monica Boulevard is mostly sitting through traffic staring at boring, not so pretty cityscapes. But somewhere in the middle-ish you get the heart of Beverly Hills and West Hollywood in all its chaotic glory. It’s definitely not my favorite street, both for practical and impractical reasons. But it does have some iconic addresses that redeem it.
Santa Monica Boulevard starts, as expected, in Santa Monica. In the heart of Santa Monica. The place where tourists flock. The place where post card photos sell you on sunny California. The place where suburban families and teenagers drive in for a weekend day trip. Santa Monica Boulevard is born in the thick of the chaos, right at Ocean Ave, with a view over the end of PCH, the crowded beach and ocean beyond on one side, and the local’s nightmare that is Third Street Promenade on the other.
This part of Santa Monica feels like one big outdoor mall. The convenience of a great American mall with all the chain stores you can imagine with the pain of city parking all rolled into one. Plus the touristy icons in the form of dinosaur fountains along the often seasonally decorated Promenade.
the promenade dinosaurs
To be honest, unless you’re visiting or have visitors, or are very desperately running errands on the west side, you probably don’t want to be spending much time here. To me, Santa Monica feels like college memories. Many a Saturday was spent haunting these streets. Muscle memory parking in lot 1 or 5, setting timers for an hour and a half and running around all the stores, grabbing lunch, saying hello to the beach and then continuing on my way. A core college memory was doing “drive by” coffee runs to Philz (back when this was the only Philz in LA), one person running in to order, the other circling around the block. “Studying” in cafes that no longer exist, eating at the various lunchy spots on a college student budget. Celebrating 21st birthdays at The Misfit.
Nostalgia aside, there’s really not much reason to come here, most things that exist here also have locations elsewhere — do your shopping and be on your way. Ok, maybe do a slight detour and grab a Bay Cities sandwich on your way out.
views over the beach at ocean aveÂ
coffee by day // wine by night
bay cities: an icon in itself
Quickly, almost suddenly, right around Lincoln Boulevard, where most tourists and non-westsiders will have turned to get onto the 10, the landscape quickly changes to be extremely local. The monotony of auto shops and car dealerships are interrupted by nondescript strip malls. Genuinely unless you are in the market for a car or have a car issue (ahem, I have personal experience with this part of town due to unfortunate car issues and therefore may be a little biased), this is a pure drive through neighborhood.
Except for one important thing. DK’s Donuts. An icon worth driving out for. Particularly at weird times of night. A must stop.
24 hour donuts
night churros
milkshakes & diner food
movies and street scenes
ramen without the chaos of sawtelle proper
Once you hit the 20s car dealerships turn into hospitals and medical centers. Keep driving until you hit the part with more strip malls than anything. Lots of mediocre local restaurants, fast food chains and grocers, random hotels, your typical neighborhood shops that serve various community functions. Not all that much here, but a college student favorite Vietnamese restaurant: Mama Hong’s, and actually quite a few longstanding mom and pop Japanese restaurants as strip mall hits.
As you get closer to Sawtelle, it starts feeling a bit more like LA. An old school theater and a Venezuelan churros restaurant only open at night. A 50s themed cafe that hits all the right campy notes and has milkshakes AND a parking lot? (many college nights were spent there too). Some fratty feeling sports bars. Some solid Mexican spots (but let’s be real, there’s no shortage of that in any street in LA). Technically on Sawtelle but close enough to mention are Shin Sen Gumi (which always gets bonus points in my book for easier parking given it’s north of Santa Monica Blvd) and a newer spot to the scene Tuk Tuk Thai right in that stress-inducing intersection. In fact the blocks just east and west of the 405 are probably my least favorite part of this entire street (yes, even the boring auto shop part). During rush hour it could take half an hour just to get past these short blocks.
Congratulations, you’ve made it to the other side of the 405. To your left you’ll see the worst Starbucks location. To the right, a strip mall that every knows of and yet no one actually goes to, with a Fatburger and a rare Chinese restaurant for these parts (until Sichuan Impression opened across the street). Behind that, a Zankou that is always a solid pit stop, unlike the Starbucks). The patchwork cityscape continues until you reach the wonderful intersection that is Westwood Boulevard. World Market to your right (their parking lot is stressful), gas stations to your left. One might be tempted to turn and get some Persian food. If you do, Sunnin (Lebanese) is but a block away.
As you continue forward, you clearly feel the transition from Westwood (cute, neighborhood feels, college town slash generational family feels) to Century City (corporate, sterile, new, commercial). It’s probably the best paved part of the street, very wide and pleasant to drive on (perhaps the one part of the street that actually feels like it’s a highway lol). It’s all a smooth ride with nothing in your way… until you get to the Century City Westfield, the place we all love to hate, though these days it is getting harder to deny just how convenient it is (I mean, you can go get bougie groceries at Gelson’s AND get Din Tai Fung AND shop at Eataly AND work it off at Equinox and just park once? the appeal is undeniable even for a Century City hater). Just be warned that parking can be stressful when busy, and it’s almost always busy. Also if you come on a weekday at lunch hour and you work anywhere near the realm of entertainment, you’re almost certain to run into someone you know whether you like it or not. And if you don’t work in the industry and wonder why you’re stressed, it’s because of all the talent agency folks in suits, you’re breathing in second hand anxiety.
like fine it’s a really nice mall ok
but first coffee
culture
media, so yeah culture
The best and worst part of Santa Monica Boulevard, imho.
The best because there are two choices and is plenty to look at with either option, from staring at tourists taking pictures by the Beverly Hills signs on the north route, or window shopping through the car window along the south.
Also it is overwhelmingly satisfying to drive through when all the traffic lights are synced to green, cutting right through the thick of Beverly Hills. Just make sure you don’t come on an event night.
Perhaps the most famous part of the street, notably not in Santa Monica, perhaps the most interesting part of the street, but also the part I actively avoid driving on unless I have to. West Hollywood. Santa Monica Boulevard is the heart of West Hollywood. It’s everything WeHo claims to be and more.
You got the iconic theaters and venues, the landmark gay bars and restaurants, bright and colorful and loud. Everything is a scene. The brunch scene feels like the club scene with music blasting and drinks flowing. As you move past Crescent Heights, past Fairfax, you are in the more local part of WeHo, less parties more parking lots for strip malls with grocery stores, lots of apartments, lots of parking restrictions (WeHo parking police is no joke), and some longstanding local institutions like Jones and Formosa Cafe that evoke memories of older times.
Just… don’t come here during Pride. Or Halloween. Or do. Just don’t drive.
i mean there’s no shortage of shit to look at while you’re driving through the west hollywood part of this street
Past La Brea we’re officially in Hollywood. Things aren’t particularly exciting here. Traffic is bad, the lanes are cramped. We’re keeping our eyes on the road and moving right along.
Once you cross over the 101 it’s like you’re in a different world. East Hollywood where Historic Filipinotown blurs with Thai Town and Little Armenia all with heavy Central American presence throughout. You have taco stands on the sidewalks, Filipino bakeries next to falafel shops in the strip malls. You have the a beloved Lebanese restaurant and classic Salvadoran and Guatemalan bakeries all in little strip malls so easy to miss. This is probably the richest cultural part of the street and yet so easy to drive past without seeing it.
And then finally, the street comes to an end shortly after Virgil, going up into the most gentrified block (a Palisociety hotel AND an Erewhon, please), a little yellow bungalow housing a local favorite Middle Eastern/North African restaurant, and then turning right into Sunset Boulevard at Sunset Junction.
Not the most intuitively sensible itinerary, it makes the most sense to jump around geographically, which doesn’t make sense with traffic patterns, but if we had to do it here’s what we’re doing.
Start on the west side because you know you don’t want to be here by the time Third Street Promenade gets going. Look over the ocean and think about how you should come to the beach more often. But no, not this one. Move right along.
Grab a coffee at Philz, to go, and then go straight to DK’s Donuts to pick up some goods (be sure to bring cash). Continue on your way. Don’t stop til you get to Century City, the bougie mall. Ok here’s your chance to run a couple errands, pick up some Din Tai Fung, maybe circle around Eataly or something, do what you need to do and then get tf out before lunch rush. We’re hustling along!
Ok continue onwards to Beverly Hills. Pick your path. If you’d rather not participate take the north path and hope for all green lights. If you’re looking to people watch and window shop, take the south path. Maybe stop by for some early 2010s nostalgia and pick up Sprinkles. Maybe actually be cultured and go to the Paley Center (or just admire the City Hall architecture from the car).
West Hollywood is tolerable in the afternoon. Get Thai food for lunch at Galanga, froyo for dessert at Yogurt Stop (yeah yeah, it feels like an out of trend choice but let’s be honest, froyo is delicious and Yogurt Stop doesn’t skimp on the toppings). Or get a caffeinated pick me up at Dayglow (yes, the cute one that also has a location on Sunset in Silver Lake). Do some shopping (from thrift stores to weed stores SM Blvd has you covered), run some errands (no seriously, they have all the best errands stores on this street between Weho and Hollywood).
Dinner is at Marouch or Bowery Bungalow. And you finish with a night cap ever so slightly slightly beyond Santa Monica Blvd at The Black Cat or Cafe Stella or 4100 and call it a night (preferably at the Silver Lake Pool and Inn), if you’re a tired adult. If you’re not, well then scratch ALL of that, turn yourself right around and go back to West Hollywood. Get dinner somewhere that feels like a scene (you have a range to choose from, Bottega Louie to Hamburger Mary’s or Laurel Hardware) and then go out out, catch a show, bar hop, get late night tacos. Channel your best transplant energy and live your best life.
Alternatively choose the old Hollywood route. Grab dinner at the newly reopened Formosa Cafe or Jone’s and then finish the night with Cinespia at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery.