When we need to get out of Dodge and don’t have a lot of time (or Georges), we toss some things in a bag, grab the keys and we’re off!
With a Tom Petty playlist and an open road, our adventure began on PCH. Just ten minutes in, realizing we were on the no-plan-plan (sans reservations) we burned rubber into the brand new Surfrider Malibu. We had been eyeing this place all summer long, noticing the fabulous rooftop bar that was taking shape mere steps away from Malibu’s iconic Surfrider Beach and Pier. Now that it was finally open, further investigation was in order and the time was now.
We were greeted by Travis, who immediately made us feel welcome. He introduced us to the uber-cool owners Matt and Emma and the General Manager, Brady. Travis gave us the grand tour, including the Living Room/Lobby, Library and of course, the Rooftop Bar. We loved it all. The beachy vibe, the impeccable style and the beautiful, laid back, yet oh so attentive staff. There just so happened to be availability. Coincidence? We think not.
Although nearly every room has a view, we decided to open our wallets and spring for the second floor to maximize our ocean view. The choice was a wise one as we were later tipped off that Room 18 was the only one with a vaulted ceiling. Every last detail of this little gem was relaxed, with clean, beachy perfection from the basket pendant light fixtures right down to the groovy photos on the wall. There was even a hammock on the patio should we need a little siesta.
Without hesitation, we made our way up to the rooftop bar with the celebratory bottle of bubbly we happened to have on hand. Lucky for us, the Surfrider had not yet received their liquor license and our champagne was popped gratis. Things may have changed by now, but with the view from the rooftop, all thoughts of corkage fees and the like quickly become distant memories, especially with the diversion of ocean breezes and Led Zeppelin tunes.
We perused the menu and it was a toss up between the Earth Bowl and the Poke Bowl. Never ones to skimp on food, we said to ourselves, why not both? One bite in, our decision was confirmed. With the produce coming from Malibu’s own One Gun Ranch, a bio-dynamic farm, this shouldn’t have come as any surprise. Time escaped us and oddly enough, so did the champagne. 😉
With friends on the way over for a champagne toast, we needed a quick plan B. With the Surfrider’s primo location, options were aplenty. Being a Wednesday night, Karaoke Night at the Malibu Lumberyard‘s Cafe Habana (see our Californication post) it was a no-brainer. Luckily, our peeps were on the same page. We piled into the Surfrider’s SUV and we were there in a flash.
After a fun-filled night of dancing and some questionable singing, it was a wrap. We couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel to slip into our cozy robes, try some of the complementary Grown Alchemist organic potions and turn in for the night. We were out cold as soon as our heads hit the pillow.
The next morning, in true Sparkle Bungalow fashion, it was back to the rooftop, so we could squeeze out every last minute of our stay. The surf was up and we scored two front-row, ocean view seats of the wave action at Surfrider Beach. We chilled and drank our locally-sourced Canyon Coffee along with our healthy and delicious breakfast bowls.
After the last night’s festivities, exercise was a must. With the beach just across the way, a walk on the sand was just the workout we had in mind. After our beach stroll, we headed to the Pier to check out the California-themed goods at the Ranch at the Pier. We were only a few miles from home but treated ourselves to some Road Trippin’ souvenirs nonetheless. Low and behold, it was already lunchtime. We headed back to the base of the Pier to our old standby, Malibu Farm and luck remained on our side and our favorite outdoor spot just so happened to be available. Not wanting our beach walk to be in vain, we opted out of the usual requisite rosé. We still had a blast, not to mention a great (and gluten-free) meal.
Time was not on our side and the end to our road trippin’ adventure was drawing near. Reluctantly, we crossed the street and headed back to the Surfrider, our new home (not so far away) from home and checked out.
In a blink of an eye, it was back to reality. No jet-lag, no airport security lines and no regrets. We loved every minute and so will you. And with the Surfrider’s rooftop bar open only to overnight guests, we know this will be the first of many stays.
We’ll see you on the rooftop!
Pray for Surf by artist Ali Beletic
Malibu Pier photo by photographer Halli Freireich.