As is the case at seemingly all speakeasies, this watering hole’s late-night line betrays its unmarked entrance. But walk through the fridge (yeah, we still get a kick out of it) on a weekend afternoon and you’ll find a lovely, laid-back patio bar.
Neither Atlantis nor Pompei, these fenced-off ruins are all that remain after a 1929 landslide along an oceanfront San Pedro neighborhood. The slabs of concrete on the dirt-topped bluff have attracted the attention of seemingly every Instagrammer and tagger south of the 105.
There’s no wink necessary when you ask for one of the burger chain’s starchy staples “animal style.” In fact, the phrase is a registered trademark, and In-N-Out even has a “not-so-secret menu” page on its website.
Like most of L.A.’s reservoirs, a chain-link fence along the perimeter separates you from the man-made lake. Throw in this reservoir’s nearness to the 101 and the area’s go-to tour-bus stop, and it’s anything but a pastoral secret. But we’re not total cynics: This spot is beautiful.
At the bottom of a cliff, Malibu’s heavenly cove hides caves and rock formations. But the race to claim some real estate in the limited high-tide sand will pit you against families, engagement shoots and sunset photographers.