But for a few days we didn't want to go more than ten minutes from home. Unless it was to somewhere we didn't mind whipping out the porta-potty in public. Roadtrips to Malibu, long brunches, and leisurely walks along the beach were all out.
Hence, an afternoon at Redondo Pier. Which is a ten minute drive, and also somewhere it is okay to pee in public. Redondo Pier - like the rest of Redondo - should be really nice. It probably was, once. And then the seventies happened. And the old storm-battered wooden fishing pier was replaced by a strange, concrete development, anchored by a multistorey carpark, with a pier in the shape of a horseshoe, some amusement arcades, and a fish market.
|Even the outdoor tables have a TV|
|Oriental Breeze: hot dogs, french fries, funnel cakes, icecream...|
|...and sushi. And live fishing bait.|
|A pier staple since 1952, but the vibe today is pure 1980s, complete with bar tenders in tropical shirts and a building that looks like a crow's nest|
|Old school pier cuisine|
|Thai, Cajun, Whatever. This building is part of the carpark.|
|Carpark on top, fishmarket-cum-amusement arcade below|
|This place is also part of the carpark (in the background) and looks crappy|
|...but had a dozen types of live clam for sale|
|Not to mention live sea urchin for less than we paid for 2 pieces of nigiri last weekend|
And best of all, no-one looked twice when we stopped, mid-pier, to use the potty. I suspect this is the first of many trips to our new favourite pier.