Who wants to drive up to San Fransisco or down to San Diego on a holiday weekend? Way too much traffic and trouble.
Instead, stay in town and enjoy the fact that plenty of people have escaped, leaving L.A. a lot roomier and more relaxed than normal. Pick the part of the city you want to explore, and follow one of our itineraries for a romantic getaway made better by the fact that getting there was just so easy.
Sleep in together. When you finally get up, head to Spring St.'s Spring for Coffee for a to-go cup of the Bay Area's Blue Bottle Coffee. Roam around Spring St. and explore the art galleries while they're not crammed with Art Walk attendees.
Seven Grand offers a cool respite from the heat and, of course, enough whiskey choices to make your head spin. Order one on the rocks and let the glass sweat before you start sipping. Once you have a little buzz, find your way to Little Tokyo's intimate jazz bar Blue Whale (Brazilian music tomorrow, heads up).
Sleep in together. When you finally get up, grab a blanket and mosey over to La Mill and order two fizzy glasses of cava and a batch of the fried-to-order brioche donuts. Choose to dip them either in Madagascar vanilla cream or raspberry preserves, but definitely dredge them through the little mountains of powered sugar piled on the plate. Then you have an excuse to lean over the table and kiss spots of sugar off each other's lips.
Get an iced coffee to go and wander over to the park on the east side of the Silver Lake Reservoir. Throw down your blanket and spend the afternoon lazily watching kites fly and taking cat naps.
As afternoon starts slipping into evening, head back over to L&E Oyster Bar for a dozen raw ones and a couple glasses of rose.
Sleep in together. When you finally get up, roll over to the Hungry Cat for caviar and champagne. It's just a hop away from Book Soup, so after you eat, go browse the shelves for the sexiest erotica you can find. Buy a book and head back home for some reading and a “nap.”
To cool down, duck into the red-lit Powerhouse and nab a booth in the back where you can cuddle up and also be in close proximity to the jukebox. Play some old soul — especially if it's Sunday — then finish the night by tucking into a table in the corner of Bar Marmont and sharing a cheese plate as Prince's very own personal DJ, Rashida, spins the Sunday set she calls “Love Is the Message.”
Sleep in together. When you finally get up, walk down to the Santa Monica Farmer's Market and have a contest for finding the sweetest-looking fruit (may we recommend plumcots?). Buy a bag and a bottle of Pellegrino, then make your way to the ocean. Pick a grassy spot where you can see the water. Let your teeth break the flesh of whatever fruit you bought, not caring if the juice spills down your chin.
Maybe buy a ride on the Ferris wheel or play Skee-Ball on the Santa Monica Pier, then stroll down the beach hand in hand as the sun sets. Chilly but wary your beach day has left you ruffled and unpresentable? Dip into the Hotel Shangri-la's often uncrowded first-floor bar and take your drinks to one of the semi-secluded leather couches.