Lakewood

Lakewood is preserved in the 1960s, and I am Christopher Walken at the end of Blast from the Past. The last time I came here was for a Mandy Moore concert during my sophomore year of college, which I inevitably missed, because I came on the wrong day. I tried to pull open the doors of the Lakewood Theatre, and was undoubtedly perplexed as to why the doors were locked. Why would an establishment try to keep me from seeing Mandy? The nerve. Probably because my concert ticket said March 25, and it was March 26. I have not returned since that fateful day.

Driving down 30E, the Dallas skyline in my rearview mirror was a strange sight (I’m normally driving toward it, One Arts Plaza to my left, the ball to my right). Lakewood eludes me.

I’m starting my day at Legal Grounds Law and Coffee, because it’s the morning, and the aroma of hazelnut coffee is quite enticing. Also, my habit of going to bed at 2am and waking up at 7am weighs on a person after a while. I order my 16oz drip from a cute A&M grad, and proceed to an area in the middle of the shop, primed for eavesdropping. My only complaint is that there is no Wi-Fi, which is the main reason you aren’t reading this post until the Monday after the fact. See I told you: 1960s.

Bottom line (thus far): Lakewood is a sweet little oasis Northeast of big city living. I recommend it if you don’t want to climb your way through concrete on a daily basis. It’s charming here. Let’s do this.