I’ve always had a soft spot for cities with a bit of grit, a bit of grandeur, and a whole lot of stories layered into their buildings. Downtown Los Angeles isn’t your typical Hollywood postcard – it’s better. Beneath the surface-level smog and sirens, there’s a heartbeat of old-world architecture, alleyway speakeasies, and late-night dumplings that could make a grown man weep.
I was in town for the Museum Store Association show – one of my favourite gatherings of creative minds and retail legends. It’s always a joy reconnecting with some of my favourite people from around the world, sharing laughs over mezcal and margin talk. There’s a certain electric current when you’re in a room full of people who get what you do – who speak SKU fluently and have opinions on gift-with-purchase strategies.
But outside the show floor, I made time to get lost in the city. That’s always rule number one for me – wander without the agenda. DTLA rewards it.
The Vibe?
It’s giving East Coast colonial meets West Coast edge. Think cast-iron façades, old bank buildings turned into lofts, and the ghost of Gatsby lurking somewhere behind the bar. You half expect to see a horse-drawn cart roll past the Bradbury Building. The bones of the city whisper stories – you just have to listen.
Where I Ate
Bottega Louie – An opulent madhouse of pasta, pastries, and power lunches. The rigatoni bolognese? Yes. The noise? Loud enough to remind you you’re alive.
ZFalafel – Hidden in plain sight, this no-fuss spot delivered the goods. Crispy, fluffy, golden falafel wrapped up just right – I’m still thinking about it.
Sandcouch – Amazing espresso and bagels that hit the spot. Cozy, casual, and quietly cool—exactly what you want when you’re fueling up for a day of meetings or meandering.
The Factory Kitchen – Rustic Italian in a converted warehouse. The mandilli di seta (handkerchief pasta) might be one of the best things I’ve eaten this year. Honestly, I’d fly back for it, kidding, that 30 hr flight is pure hell.
The Speakeasies?
Let’s just say they’re not on Google Maps for a reason. One minute you’re ordering an old fashioned under a chandelier in what used to be a dusty old law office—next minute, the back bar shelves revolve, revealing an impeccable pianist crooning Motown classics with velvet vocals. A burlesque dancer frolics atop the grand piano, sequins shimmering under low light. It was theatrical, intimate, and completely surreal. My lips are sealed, but ask me in person.
All up, DTLA has this rare alchemy of heritage and hustle. It’s not trying to impress you—it knows its worth. And as someone in the business of culture, language, and stories, it was the perfect backdrop to both work and wander.
Back soon, L.A.
