If you love karaoke like I do, there's a ton of spots to check out in LA, but none quite as charming (or David Lynch-y) as Melody Lounge. Be forewarned, this spot is intermittently open. You'll know they're ready for business if they plant a sandwich board outside offering cold sandwiches and cheap beer. Hopefully, you'll get a chance to meet the owner Willie, whose (possibly embellished) life stories rival Hemingway. As for the song selection, the campy MIDI versions and painfully less than accurate lyric translations can suddenly turn your favorite tunes into high-wire acts (i.e. "Leaving On A Jet Plane" magically transforms into "Libyan on A Jet Plane"). Hell, they even have a song called "Schindler's List" on the menu! Even if you don't sing, Willie or his wife will gleefully take the stage. Special tip: for a true Chinatown boner, request Willie sing Enrique Iglesias' "Bailamos."

It’s so unassuming from the street, but the build out and design are gorgeous. But the food is 💪🏽

Right by my apartment, I can't help but come here often. It's situated right around the historic La Brea Tar Pits. One needs to spend an entire day here. Also love their magazine/book store.

The Day of Death is one of the most amazing experience you can get from a city like LA. Every year, during the week-end of Halloween, the Hollywood Cemetery becames the stage of the most candid and beautiful celebration of life and death I ever seen.

One of my favorite Girly Stores in Los Angeles. Not only is the place known for its amazing decor but they sell such amazing french soaps. The perfect store for wanting to celebrate being a woman.