Let's set the scene. Venice Beach, Los Angeles. Skaters paradise, surfers paradise. Palm trees and blue skies. It's December, you're wearing shorts and t-shirts sitting on the beach eating ice cream.
You're walking up and down the boardwalk marvelling at the fact there's an ACTUAL freak show (WTF) and muscle maniacs from muscle beach just down the road. You hire a skateboard, get drunk skate up and down and then discover a food vendor to die for. "Poke.Poke - The surfer's sashimi". Those two words together? surfing and sashimi? It couldn't be more appealing.
You're walking up and down the boardwalk marvelling at the fact there's an ACTUAL freak show (WTF) and muscle maniacs from muscle beach just down the road. You hire a skateboard, get drunk skate up and down and then discover a food vendor to die for. "Poke.Poke - The surfer's sashimi". Those two words together? surfing and sashimi? It couldn't be more appealing.
