Actually, no—you do. You do need a lot.
Such as: rock and roll. Mac and cheese. A pool table. And maybe a photo booth that used to be a ’66 Beetle.
Which brings us to the newly reborn Malibu Inn, a historic palace of power chords and popcorn shrimp, returning tomorrow night to reinstate your wild Malibu Pier nights.
Stepping in from the expanse of blue skies outside, it’s a little jarring—almost like you’ve been dumped in a blender along with every rock video since 1982. You’ll see graffiti on the walls. You’ll smell that inimitable commingling of pool chalk and spilled Sierra Nevada. And you’ll stand before a stage once torn up by Kid Rock. (If you want more history, Clapton’s played here too, and Neil Young used to own the place.)
Your best move: hole up inside for post-sunset beers after a long day at the beach (they’ve got them in pints or 64-ounce growlers). Or come early and hit the patio at lunchtime for grilled swordfish or Smoked Pork Ribs with Smack and Cheese.
We’re assured the smack is hyperbolic.