We headed out to Venice Beach and scoured for food. A lot of different choices and quick bites amongst the T-shirt vendors, street performers and Medical Marijuana Evaluation Centers (which is a “doctor” with a clipboard asking if you can sleep at night or if you have AIDS. I’m not sure if I trust a doctor that doesn’t wear a shirt. The food is pretty much the quality you’d expect at a beach aimed at families and tourists. From the 99cent junior pizza slices & root beer floats to the more exotic pupusas, samosas and empanadas –decent for what they were I suppose. I think I’m turning into a food snob.
I bought one of those oversize muscle beach sweatshirts that cut off at the belly.