Readers who’ve either endured or enjoyed my various tales of two-wheeling it around town can guess that my best L.A.parking tip would be to RIDE A FREAKIN’ BIKE.
But since this is more about navigating your four-wheeled conveyance through the area’s more congestified consumer containment zones, I humbly submit my own suggestion when forced to go to The Grrrrrove and I readily admit it is nothing new to those in the know: go get high.
Level Eight, baby. The Roof. In less than the amount of time you’ll waste crawling around the lower three or four levels with everyone else trying to nab one of the 30-140 open (yeah, right) spaces there, you can wind your way up to the wide open top deck and be parked and on your way back down to the ground.
As an added bonus for going the distance you’ll learn that being 80 feet up in the air above 3rd Street and Fairfax affords marvelous and long 360-degree views of greater L.A. on a clear day. So don’t be L7 at Level Seven. Sure there’s plenty of parking there, but do yourself a favor and resist the temptation to peel off for immediate parkification and instead go all the way.