Reliably divey, with an ample back patio, ill-advertised punk shows and the occasional appearance of dollar oysters.

One day when I was walking around in the hills behind my house, I happened upon this bizarre street. It was as though someone had taken postmodernism and tried to make it into a block of houses. Each one has its own internally complete theme, involving strange colors and sculptural elements attached to the outside walls (gold eggs, wisps of wrought iron). This led me on subsequent walks to name them: the Corbusier House, the Barn, the Preschool Blocks house, the House of Wicca… and so on.

My favourite low-key bar with art deco fixtures. Don't come here!

the best french bakery in town, owned by a very cute french family

For all your pie needs, from savory to sweet.