The venerated harbor eatery with hilariously ugly '80s beach murals and peanut-ginger-chicken pies went 24/7 this year. Some locals don't even bother with the excellent, diverse pizza menu because there's no better 1 a.m. drunk food than a basket of Beach Cities' puffy, steaming breadsticks (nothing stick-like about them, though) drenched in the joint's homemade ranch sauce. Order a pitcher of beer and sidle up to the recently installed communal Wii, and the breadsticks become peerless 1 a.m. get-drunk food, too.