I'm quite enjoying going back and reading these old blog posts - can you believe the days that I was surprised by a brunch with a DJ and screaming people while sparkles go off?
LA is just one of those cities you feel like you could live in. Apart from the fact I can’t drive, which means I’m completely screwed over in any American city, let alone LA. Still, with the amount of stuff to do and the size of the place, it’s certainly easy to imagine myself living by the beach (and likely still being unemployed).
Our farewell to LA was organised by Martin, who booked us a table at a brunch spot called Bagatelle. It’s the first time I’ve ever been to a restaurant with its own DJ, and I doubt it’ll be the last time either.
Brunch with a DJ?
Effectively a brunch day-club, the restaurant is only open on weekends, and essentially provides a spot for people to come drink hugely marked up champagne and cocktails, and to be able to party from noon onwards. Their trademark punchbowls were served with sparklers, cheering, screaming and clapping, and laid down in front of the table while champagne is poured in.
My description doesn’t really do it justice, you’ll just have to believe it when I say that it’s a real crazy place.
We headed out to the Griffith observatory afterwards, catching a pretty awesome last overall view of LA before setting out on our road trip the next day, and finding time to fit in that American classic: In’N’Out burger.
The group at the Griffith Observatory
Our first day of the road trip saw us making our way directly to Santa Monica again, starting our road trip from the Route 66 end point at the pier to get us started. The car, a Ford Escape, has now been affectionately named Debonini in honour of a lady we met at our first hostel.
The drive through LA took up much of our first day, due to the ridiculous size of the city and having started all the way from the far West. Once out of the city, we took time to drive off the interstate and were treated to some pretty amazing views and vistas, hammering home just how vast a country the US is.
The landscape along Route 66
Eventually we arrived at Flagstaff, a dinky little Route 66 village with loads of character. After grabbing dinner at Bigfoot BBQ we moved to a bar called Beaver Street Brewery, tasting their award winning beers – and was the first place we’ve come across to serve REAL pints instead of small American ones. Yeah that’s right, they served English pints.