Operative Cake Corp.
The Shabby Crab's, run down pacific theater themed liquory, extensive collection of flotsam, great fries.
Donovan's on Division, dreary dive adopted by young creative class homeowners, home of "Fucking Budweiser Fridays".
Soapcheese aka Love Shack, mirrored mosaics and plastic figurines everywhere, closed since 96.
The Mockingbird, former all-ages venue, Teen Novella played their first concert there, now it's a vegetarian restaurant where you can place your order over the internet.
I read some books when I lived there:
Nine Years Ago: a young writer looks back at 1995, terrible, the opening salvo in the Gallipoli of micro-nostalgia we are now mired in.
Decay, also terrible, twenty-something meaninglessnessesque literary mincing, many predicate-only sentances, misused semi-colons.
single.com, guess, guess what it was like to read a book called single.com.
Select All, Unity and Diversity in the Digital Age, god, just shoot me.
There were quite a few galleries:
The Gallery at the Warehouse
Art on 23