{"id":877,"date":"2026-10-16T00:12:36","date_gmt":"2026-10-16T00:12:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thetripbook.com\/?p=877"},"modified":"2026-10-16T00:12:36","modified_gmt":"2026-10-16T00:12:36","slug":"celebrating-middle-age-and-regional-culture-along-the-southern-california-coast-with-a-birthday-dive-bar-crawl","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thetripbook.com\/?p=877","title":{"rendered":"Celebrating Middle-Age and Regional Culture Along the Southern California Coast With a Birthday Dive Bar Crawl"},"content":{"rendered":"

Do birthdays matter? Not really. But they are, at the very least, an excuse to do something you might not usually do as a middle-aged father of two. On this most recent occasion, a birthday became the primary reason to drag an assortment of friendship flotsam across the Los Angeles coastline, working our way down through a carefully curated selection of Southern California beach dive bars. This adventure also marked the second time a professional assignment for regional dining and drinking publications was used to rationalize, or perhaps outright subsidize, a birthday bar crawl. The driving philosophy behind the excursion was a firm belief that these old, salt-crusted pubs represent an essential, last-remaining stronghold of regional culture, demanding both our respect and our hard-earned money.<\/p>\n

This crawl took place on a Saturday in September, filled with drinks and snacks\u2014though predominantly made up of quick bites of classic bar burgers\u2014as the group worked its way south from Santa Monica to Manhattan Beach. The journey eventually wound inland for a late-evening dinner in Torrance, a municipality widely recognized as home to some of the finest Japanese food in the United States.<\/p>\n

The operational plan was to start relatively early, enjoying as much sunlit ocean breeze as the afternoon could offer while also allowing the birthday boy to secure a normal amount of sleep at the end of the night before waking up at traditional dad hours the following morning. The great thing about a well-structured bar crawl is that it accommodates fluidity, allowing people to jump on and off as their personal schedules and responsibilities see fit. For an organizer who appreciates a brisk itinerary and moving quickly from place to place, the golden rule is simple: do not care who shows up when and where. Participants are simply instructed to add their necessary estimated times of arrival to the group chat as applicable, letting the afternoon unfold organically.<\/p>\n

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Stop 1: Chez Jay \u2014 Santa Monica \u2014 3:25 p.m.<\/h2>\n

Opened in 1959 and situated a mere eight-minute walk from the beach, Chez Jay has remained a steadfast staple and a reliable refuge in a metropolitan area that has been rapidly pricing out old neighborhood bars and restaurants. It is a place to drink a martini or a cold beer under strict, time-honored commandments: \u201ctake no pictures, and throw your peanut shells on the floor.\u201d Though one of these rules was promptly broken, the kitchen was not yet open upon arrival, yet the peanuts were plentiful and the bar pours were exceptionally heavy. The interior\u2019s red booths and red checkerboard tablecloths evoke the atmosphere of an old-school Italian restaurant, though it is fundamentally a classic steak-and-seafood establishment suited for a hearty dinner. The crawl started strong with six people in attendance, including the organizer’s father and stepmom.<\/p>\n

Stop 2: Hinano Cafe \u2014 Venice Beach \u2014 4:38 p.m.<\/h2>\n

Hinano Cafe has been operating on a busy stretch of Venice Beach since 1962. This perpetually packed institution has firmly established itself as an iconic surfer hangout serving straightforward beer and burgers\u2014notably operating without a full liquor license\u2014and like a true surfer bar, it serves breakfast from 8 a.m. until noon. The group swelled with the arrival of more friends at this second location, where pitchers of beer were poured in a standing-room-only setting. The atmosphere was thick with board-short-wearing day drinkers who were far too young and attractive for a gaggle of graying dads to linger longer than it took to order and split a hamburger. Priced at $12.50, the perfectly acceptable bar burger served on a sesame seed bun acted as a pleasant enough edible intermezzo, leaving one to imagine the venue’s vibe from an era like 1975.<\/p>\n

Stop 3: Prince O\u2019 Whales \u2014 Playa del Rey \u2014 5:30 p.m.<\/h2>\n

By this point, the group had crossed to the other side of the marina\u2014serving as something of a traffic dividing line in Los Angeles County\u2014and settled into a concentrated cluster of three bars situated on a mere 0.2-mile stretch of this hidden, working-class Los Angeles beach community. The sun was starting to drop, and the cool ocean breeze was relaxing everyone’s shoulders, though that physical relief might also have been entirely attributed to the alcohol. The group sauntered into Prince O\u2019 Whales, which has been serving drinks under its current moniker for over five decades, following another 18 years under its previous name, \u201cThe Bowsprit.\u201d <\/p>\n

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The venue features two indoor bars, though one was closed for the afternoon. The bartender possessed precisely the kind of hospitable grumpiness one looks for in a classic sailor\u2019s saloon, and the main room was crowded with rather loud patrons watching college football\u2014a stark reminder of advancing age. Seeking tranquility, the group took their drinks out to the back patio, a serene patch of cement, brick, faded paint, and sun-withered wood complete with a ping-pong table. This round was highlighted by the quintessential late-summer weather that drives people to make their homes along the Southern California coast.<\/p>\n

Stop 4: The Harbor Room \u2014 Playa del Rey \u2014 6:01 p.m.<\/h2>\n

After a walk lasting approximately 90 seconds, the group arrived at a destination affectionately known as \u201cthe smallest dive bar in Los Angeles.\u201d The space feels akin to a California-themed yokocho alleyway in Tokyo, save for its deeply lived-in interior lined with old wood that makes patrons feel as though they are drinking deep in the bowels of a turn-of-the-century vessel crossing the Atlantic. A somewhat inebriated yet entirely nonthreatening stranger quickly integrated himself into the group, initiating a barrage of curious questions. An initial order for a vodka-soda resulted in a gin and tonic, prompting a subsequent pivot to a gin martini. The drink arrived with an unconventional \u201csidecar\u201d that was, quite literally, a rocks glass containing a splash of rapidly warming gin. <\/p>\n

Curiosity eventually led into the adjoining Italian restaurant, where friendly staff members easily persuaded the patrons to order food. Instructed to pick their favorite dish, the kitchen delivered a steaming hot foil container of ravioli directly to the bar table just as the martini was being finished. It was the kind of environment that inspires existential reflections on suburban life and the comforting permanence of neighborhood taprooms.<\/p>\n

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Stop 5: The Shack \u2014 Playa del Rey \u2014 6:27 p.m.<\/h2>\n

A retrospective glance at smartphone photo timestamps reveals the impressive logistical feat of consuming a round of martinis and a plate of hot ravioli within a strict 26-minute window. The group soldiered on with an even shorter walk to the next location: The Shack, a classic old surf bar and restaurant. The establishment feels almost meticulously set-decorated, boasting the ideal amount of authentic wear and tear. Significantly more spacious than the previous stop, the group found room at the bar and ordered the signature Shack Burger for the table to share, alongside an order of wings. The signature burger arrives, remarkably, topped with a butterflied Louisiana hot link, functioning much like a juicier, snappier, and spicier cut of bacon. The birthday celebrant remained quietly impressed by an enduring personal capacity to consume five\u2014or perhaps six\u2014drinks, a skill that rarely undergoes such rigorous testing in modern domestic life.<\/p>\n

Stop 6: Ercole\u2019s \u2014 Manhattan Beach \u2014 7:23 p.m.<\/h2>\n

Nearing its 100th year of operation\u2014having opened during Prohibition, though not always functioning as a bar\u2014Ercole\u2019s could easily have served as the grand finale and flagship destination around which an entire crawl is built. Widely regarded among locals as the home of the best dive bar burger in Los Angeles County, this proud, defiant establishment has stood the test of time, surviving rapidly escalating coastal real estate prices to remain an authentic neighborhood dive. It offers a sacred escape from the wealth surrounding the rest of the upscale beach community. <\/p>\n

The interior appears to be constructed entirely of dark wood and vintage beer signs. There is one orderly line for placing drink orders and another for the restroom. Every single patron\u2014whether gray-haired men in Hawaiian shirts or tattooed bikers\u2014seems acutely aware of how fortunate they are to occupy a stool in the room. A small flat-top grill operates in the corner behind the bar, situated directly beneath a yellow sign that proudly proclaims \u201cno fries.\u201d <\/p>\n

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The cheeseburger represents an exercise in simple chargrilled perfection, utilizing meat sourced directly from the butcher shop next door and served in a classic basket accompanied by a bag of potato chips. Although the menu also lists a teriyaki chicken sandwich, few have ever witnessed one being served. With time pressing on, the group made a swift exit, calling the final dinner reservation to report they would be running roughly 20 minutes behind schedule.<\/p>\n

Stop 7: Torihei \u2014 Torrance \u2014 8:00 p.m.<\/h2>\n

Having maintained a commendable focus on snacking rather than heavy dining throughout the beach dive crawl, the group settled into a long table at Torihei adorned with chilled sake and beer. There was arguably no more comforting bite of food on earth at that moment than the restaurant’s simmered slab of daikon radish, served steaming in a rich dashi broth and blanketed in dancing flakes of smoked, dried skipjack tuna known as katsuobushi. The dish offered an immediate internal warmth. <\/p>\n

This classic standby izakaya specializes in traditional yakitori, featuring grilled chicken skewers, alongside oden, which consists of various ingredients simmered in broth. The group sipped beers, crunched on tender chicken cartilage, and shared orders of grilled chicken meatballs before bringing the evening to a close with bowls of soborodon, a comforting preparation of seasoned ground chicken over rice. <\/p>\n

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The night concluded successfully, with the birthday celebrant home, showered, and safely in bed well before 11:15 p.m.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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