Last night we went to the Sunset Strip Market, expecting to find a farmers’ market that closed down part of the Sunset Strip and had banging activities all over.
In Green Bay there used to be a farmers’ market on Wednesdays that was always super hopping and full of cool stuff to do, so we figured West Hollywood would really bring it.
The entire setup was maybe 1/2 a block. There was a “50’s/60’s band” playing (the lead singer was dressed as Elvis), and there was one beer vendor, one wine vendor, and a few food vendors (maybe 10?). At first we were so disappointed that Darin wanted to go back to the Valley and have dinner. Then I figured, hey, we drove all the way over here, let’s at least have a drink and make the most of it. Darin got a beer, I got a glass of wine ($8 each) and then we went and got a huge S’mores candy apple ($7, totally worth it).
We sat on a hay bale and shared our diabetes-inducing snack, and then people-watched for a little bit. As usual, LA didn’t disappoint. However, there weren’t a whole lot of people there to watch, so after about 15 minutes we decided to head out and find a restaurant on Sunset to have dinner.
We ended up crossing the street and having dinner at State Social House, on the corner of Sunset and Palm (because California). We got to watch some of the sexiest cars ever made drive past us while the sun went down. I had a whiskey turkey burger, so the night wasn’t lost.
We talked about how shocking it was that a place as big as LA could host a weekly market that was so small and underwhelming. Green Bay did it better, and with not even 3% of the population. What the heck is up with that?