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Lily has been slinging her breakfast burritos since 1989, and the lines at her unassuming restaurant are as regular as ever three-and-a-half decades later. The hefty slabs come with a range of fillings — bacon, chorizo, ham, machaca (carne asada), peppers or sausage — and, as she

on her website, are stuffed “with far more protein than rice.”

Grab any one of them, slather it with her fiery salsa, and settle down at a table to check out the black-and-white photography of pier struts, epic waves and surf kids. You’ll be set for most of the day.

There are a bunch of neighboring businesses in the Point Dume Village here worth a quick visit. Hit up

, assuming it’s — ahem — open, for curated cookbooks, candles and coffee table tomes on assorted pop culture topics. (That book on French new wave makes for perfect performative beach reading.) Then stop by Laya for the gingham bikinis, bright cotton towels and chic cover-ups.

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It might only be for a few seconds, and you might be hunched over and wobbling, but you really will stand up on a board at Surfrider Beach. The waves are so regular, reliable and forgiving that you’d be hard-pressed not to pop up. But if you don’t, that’s fine too. There are worse places to gently bob up and down, waiting for a wave and admiring the view of the pier and ever-present mountains.

You’ll be part of a long line of surf pilgrims, many of whom have been captured on film, most notably in the 1978 classic “Big Wednesday.” In October, when what passes as Malibu’s “winter” approaches, locals are still having board meetings, only this time in Halloween costumes. Some have cameras strapped to the front of the board, making their own surf vids.

The cove is part of the larger Malibu Lagoon State Beach area. Amble north to explore 22 acres of wetlands and marshes, and an estuary that’s a feeding ground for some 200 birds, including native types and

like terns and meadowlarks. The parking lot is super convenient — if you’re awake early with those larks and manage to snag a spot.

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If you’re looking for “very, very cool, expensive clothes,” in a shop full of “really wild, great stuff,” hit up Maxfield. That’s how Catherine O’Hara remembered the place for

after spending an afternoon at the Melrose branch to get costumed up for her role as Delia Deetz in 1988’s “Beetlejuice.”

The boutique, which was established by Tommy Perse back in 1969, hasn’t lost any of its curated charm. Today, in the Malibu outpost, you’ll find all kinds of covetable and super rare items, including Rolexes, Celine purses, Miu Miu bags, and accessories for the chicest dogs this side of Rodeo.

It’s a trove of eye-catching objets d’art; on a recent visit we spied Jacques Marie Mage animal rings, a 2008 Birkin, and a jeweled Hermès ashtray (at $9,500). One table on a recent visit was stacked with vintage Iron Maiden, Metallica and Rage Against the Machine tees in pristine condition with a price tag (of around $700) to match. A Cars’ 1982 tour shirt was a little more realistic, at $400. Thoughtfully curated books (like an Annie Lennox retrospective) make a more affordable gift.

Almost everything is for sale, aside from a few pieces of furniture including an amazing mirrored sunglasses display case with a leather bench for sitting and posing (which was picked up from a garage in Paris). Just don’t expect to get any selfies in those Chrome Hearts sunglasses unless you take them home; the store has a ban on photography and filming for social media.

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With dozens of shops, restaurants and fitness studios set among peaceful courtyards and free parking spots, Malibu Country Mart is a relaxing place to drop a few hundred bucks without blinking. There’s a lot here within a two-minute stroll: upscale chains like Brandy Melville, John Varvatos and Oliver Peoples alongside Malibu-only offerings like Blue Salt for beautiful basics favored by Meghan Markle.

Fuel up with something green and healthy at SunLife Organics (the SoCal juice bar

), then hit up Aloha Collection for a slice of Hawaii and a new travel bag or Aroma 360 for room diffusers. Stop by Toy Crazy for the kids — or just leave them with your partner in the outdoor playground while you take turns shopping.

, which now has

since opening on Melrose Place in 2013, is here for your caffeination needs — whether you’re after their “world famous vanilla latte” or not.

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Wander up Cross Creek Road from Malibu Country Mart, past a hardware store, and look for the Surf Canyon sign. Here you’ll find a cluster of small businesses in an unassuming collection of sheds and small homes, offering pottery classes, yoga and gifts. Highlights include Malibu Sandals, where colorful shoes and bags are stacked by a vintage Donkey Kong arcade, the Black Butterfly boutique, whose items are as well curated as their playlists, and Viola Gardens’ pretty Art and Ecology Studio.

Come at 11 a.m. and you’ll be part of the morning rush for the Insta-famous sandwiches at Casita Basqueria, a food store specializing in Basque cuisine. Chef and owner Sebastien Pourrat, who grew up on a farm in southwest France, serves up a different type of sandwich each day. On our visit, it was bocadillo de pollo, a duck fat roasted chicken sandwich.

Pourrat, who cuts a stylish figure in white jeans and sweater and artfully tousled hair, says he often has as many as 80 people at the door. The viral madness started on Nextdoor, he says, but once it migrated to TikTok it was game over. Each day, when the sandwiches are gone, they’re gone. If you arrive too late, console yourself with some of the shop’s chorizo, gourmet salt or crackers.

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The Broad Street Oyster Co.’s lurid pink and yellow cartoon-y signs are now up in Santa Barbara, Huntington Beach, Grand Central and San Francisco, but it all started in Malibu in 2019. The eatery’s in an improbable spot — a parking lot behind a dry cleaners and a shoe repair shop and a fair walk from anywhere resembling the ocean — but it does the seafood shack vibe well. Tables are clustered in two big tents hung with fishing nets and buoys and stocked with Heinz ketchup and malt vinegar. Orders are announced via megaphone from a guy under a pirate flag and a neon “Surf’s Up” sign. Thin Lizzy blasts away. Business is brisk, but our server told us its recovery has been slow since the fires.

Dishes plunder the high seas: fish and chips, live urchins, oysters served in tin foil containers of ice, a seafood tower that runs from $175 to $350. Takeout bags are emblazoned with “world famous lobster roll,” and despite the hubris, those rolls could give a few places in Maine a run for their money. The fish tacos with Fresno aioli have just enough crunch and kick. Wash it all down with a beer from Smog City or Golden Road, or one of the “party wines,” a collaboration with Los Olivos vineyard Coquelicot that comes in a can that looks suspiciously like a Bud. Oh, and that parking lot? It’s full of car chargers if you’re here on an EV road trip.

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The hike to Escondido Falls is a two-part affair. First, you’ll need to snag a spot at the PCH-adjacent parking lot and walk for a mile or so uphill along a quiet road. You’ll pass a variety of multi-squillion-dollar homes, glimpsing infinity pools with ocean views and other trappings of 0.01-percent life.

Then, when you reach the top of the hill and find the Edward Alberto Escondido Canyon Trailhead sign, the walk takes a sharp turn to the bucolic and becomes a fairly easy romp of a couple miles through riparian woodlands under shady oak trees. The roar of the Pacific Coast Highway becomes a distant memory, even if you’re only a couple of miles into the expansive Santa Monica Mountains.

You can tackle the trail by hiking, biking or horseback riding. It’s flanked by coastal sage scrub and crosses over a small stream several times before it reaches the 150-foot limestone falls, where a small bench in the shade awaits. There are actually three sections of falls, but the upper two are on private land.

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Malibu Farm Pier Cafe is a bit of a California unicorn: a genuinely decent restaurant on a pier, offering gourmet grab-and-go options with a view to match. Its sister restaurant, Malibu Farm, at the beginning of the pier, are for those times you crave a more leisurely sit-down meal.

You can take lunch here in many directions; they do a range of surf (lobster mac and cheese) and turf (zucchini crust pizza) for starters. The 21 Mile Crab Cake is a popular choice and

that Malibu used to be renowned for “27 miles of scenic beauty” but had

that accolade a few years ago.

Hedge your bets with the stoplight tacos, a trio filled with hanger steak and salsa roja (red), butternut squash and habanero salsa (yellow), and chicken with salsa verde (green). They all come with corn, cheese and black beans and individually are all goers.

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You can’t really see it from the road, but Adamson House is a stunning piece of Spanish Colonial architecture occupying one of the most prime pieces of Malibu real estate. Sandwiched between the lagoon and Surfrider Beach, it’s an exquisitely designed two-story building set among peaceful gardens that also sits on the National Register of Historic Places.

The house was built in 1930 by Rhonda Rindge Adamson and her husband, Merritt Adamson. She was the daughter of Frederick Hastings Rindge and May Knight Rindge, whom you’d be justified in knowing nothing about but who were the last owners of the Malibu Spanish land grant. In other words, everything you see in every direction was once theirs.

Guided tours of the property run every hour from 11 a.m. to 2 p.m. on Wednesdays through Saturdays on a first-come, first-served basis. They reveal every ornately tiled, wood-paneled crevice of the place. The house was designed by Stiles O. Clements, whose Art Deco work

the Pellissier Building and Wiltern Theater, among other L.A. landmarks.

Don’t miss the tiled floor that looks like a rug in the loggia and the views from the singularly shaped windows throughout. And take time to wander among the abundant and varied plant life in the gardens; the free brochure has a key identifying the plant life, including oleanders, palms, sycamores and the wonderfully named pink snowball and cow-itch trees.

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J. Paul Getty’s hilltop collection of curiosities

for six months following the Palisades fire, while staff cleaned up indoors and out, removed more than 1,300 scorched trees, and generally put everything back together. Today it looks as good as new, or as new as somewhere modeled after an ancient Roman home can look.

The Villa is an homage to the Villa dei Papiri, a grand home that was buried by Mt. Vesuvius in AD 79. It’s conceived with all the grandeur of the richest of Romans (even the driveway up is composed of massive cobblestones) and comprises an inner and outer peristyle (porches surrounded by columns), multiple prim and pruned gardens and several rooms full of ancient coins, gems, vases, and sculptures. The sarcophagi are quite striking, as is a

of the goddess Nemesis with her right foot resting on a conquered foe. You’ll likely find your own favorites among its spacious and well-guarded rooms.

Entrance is free, although you’ll need timed tickets to get in. Parking is $25. The cafe sits atop a tranquil outdoor amphitheater and does afternoon tea in the upstairs space. It’s technically in Pacific Palisades, but if you’re driving this way, it’d be rude not to stop by.

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The beach at Leo Carrillo is a wonderful place to explore at low tide, comprising a vast tide pool plateau, several secret coves and a network of tunnels and crevices carved into the rock from those endless Pacific waves. Some spaces are wide enough to pull a beach cart through; others require some worm-like wriggling.

The views from atop the rocks are pretty spectacular, too, and the surfing is decent if you brought a board and some water shoes (it’s a rocky wade out to the waves). The park comprises a bunch of campground spots shaded by sycamores and trails extending into the backcountry as far as the Nicholas Flat Natural Preserve.

So who exactly was Leo Carrillo? He was a conservationist and longtime member of the California Beach and Parks commission. He was also an actor and played the Cisco Kid’s sidekick Pancho in the 1950s. Feel free to keep that one in your pub quiz back pocket.

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Looking to grab some seafood and a beer at the place where Tyler agreed to teach Johnny Utah to surf? This is your spot. The roadside diner has been a pop culture must-visit since Lori Petty’s character relented to Keanu Reeves in “Point Break” (and was also immortalized in “Gossip Girl,” “Fast & Furious” and 1982’s “Losin’ It” with Tom Cruise).

You come here for film history, but also to grab an IPA from a wall of fridges hidden behind fishing nets before settling down to varnished wooden tables with something from the expansive menu. Fish tacos, clam chowder, cheeseburgers, tuna melts, seared ahi plates and salads are among the choices.

It’s as busy as it is unpretentious: Cutlery is plastic; condiments are dispensed from giant containers labeled “cocktail,” “tartar” and “ketchup,” and restrooms are three Porta Potties in a shed out back. Bikers love it. There’s a parking lot for cars and another for the steel steeds ridden by many a coastal rider.

Eat the food hot and fresh at one of the tables or drive it five minutes to the lovely Sycamore Cove Beach. Just up the road from here is a sandy dune hill that people love to slide down for some post-lunch fun. By the time you reach this area, you’re at the quieter end of Malibu. There are only a few more twists, turns and beachy coves left before the mountains finally run out and the road curves inland around Point Mugu naval base on its way to Oxnard.

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Dreamland is pure Malibu — right down to Pamela Anderson “Baywatch” poster in the entryway — and has been a prime hangout since Neil Young’s day (the building used to be called Crazy Horse Saloon). Look for the retro Aviator National colors opposite the end of the pier and you can’t miss it.

Inside, locals lounge on couches, wicker chairs and statement vintage furniture in the wood-paneled space, nibbling at pizza and tacos and working their way through cocktails named after 1970s tunes, like a rum, coconut, and lemon Island Girl and the bourbon-powered Wild Horses.

At the bar, tenders pour local beers under the watchful eyes of a giant tiger mural. On the menu: lagers from

, a Belgian Shuffle from

and several IPAs from woman-owned Cali brand

. Outside, fairy lights twinkle and a red-and-yellow neon DREAMLAND sign keeps it lively.

Take a moment to admire the decorated wooden ceiling beams and vintage posters as you wander around. If you’re lucky, you’ll catch a band. There are a couple each month. The Black Angels and Aussie retro rockers Jet have graced the stage. On the evening I visited, an extravagantly costumed band worked their way through some of the Specials’ back catalogue to an ecstatic crowd.

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With three restaurants in Vegas, a

at Hotel Del Coronado and recent openings

, Nobu seems to be everywhere these days. There are

of them now, and the buzz shows no sign of abating. In fact, the Malibu outpost was packed on a recent Friday lunchtime, with Tommy Hilfiger valiantly providing the requisite celeb spot.

Crucially, though, Nobuyuki Matsuhisa’s airy, chic, waterfront temple to sushi and selfies is still the spot for a quintessentially Malibu end to the day. Settle into one of the comfortable tables — outside if you can snag one — and order with abandon. It’s all good. And don’t skip the sides; dishes like colorful roasted cauliflower and the artichoke salad are equally as moreish as the fishy options.

Pro tip: Ask for one of the patio tables with armchairs if you intend to linger over a few drinks in the evening. The seating is more laid-back and they’re in their own area by the ocean — too hot and sunny at lunchtime but perfect for sunset. Either way, reserve your spot way ahead of time. Nobu Ryokan is nearby if you don’t fancy the drive home and can afford the $2,000

(with a two night minimum).