You’ve really been meaning to explore the LA River more.
Maybe you’ve just been waiting for the right burger to come along.
That particular wait is over at Spoke Bicycle Café, a full restaurant/bike shop/LP depot/hangout now open in Frogtown.
It’s a former auto body shop transformed into this open-air thunderdome of castoff shipping containers and sweeping Northeast LA views. An ideal place to kick back when you’ve got serious dallying time. Because you can do everything here. Or at least you can...
—Procure vinyl at prices we hesitate to let other vinyl-hunting humans in on.
—Order a ginger-orange cappuccino. Then have your Cake Monkey and eat it, too.
—Rent a bike or tune up your own. Then exit straight through the wall to immediately find yourself on the cycling path. Is that a mountain lion? No, it’s a collie.
—Burger. That’s not a verb. Anyway, there are dry-aged ribeye burgers and 10 taps from nearby brewers. That’s certain.
—Hang out. Bang around on your laptop. Make an early dent in your summer reading on the patio (it’s mostly patio). Stay for movie night. Or grab another beer and shut your eyes while some singer-songwriter sings some songs they wrote to the open night air.
You’ve got that three-day-weekend look in your eye already.
Maybe you’ve just been waiting for the right burger to come along.
That particular wait is over at Spoke Bicycle Café, a full restaurant/bike shop/LP depot/hangout now open in Frogtown.
It’s a former auto body shop transformed into this open-air thunderdome of castoff shipping containers and sweeping Northeast LA views. An ideal place to kick back when you’ve got serious dallying time. Because you can do everything here. Or at least you can...
—Procure vinyl at prices we hesitate to let other vinyl-hunting humans in on.
—Order a ginger-orange cappuccino. Then have your Cake Monkey and eat it, too.
—Rent a bike or tune up your own. Then exit straight through the wall to immediately find yourself on the cycling path. Is that a mountain lion? No, it’s a collie.
—Burger. That’s not a verb. Anyway, there are dry-aged ribeye burgers and 10 taps from nearby brewers. That’s certain.
—Hang out. Bang around on your laptop. Make an early dent in your summer reading on the patio (it’s mostly patio). Stay for movie night. Or grab another beer and shut your eyes while some singer-songwriter sings some songs they wrote to the open night air.
You’ve got that three-day-weekend look in your eye already.
