San Vicente Boulevard (see San Vicente Boulevard of Los Angeles) is an east-west street in Santa Monica and Brentwood, California, USA. It is the northernmost major street in Santa Monica and runs through the heart of downtown Brentwood. It stretches from Ocean Avenue by the beach in Santa Monica, and turns into Federal Avenue at its intersection with Wilshire Boulevard near the Veteran Administration and at the entrance of Westwood.
San Vicente Blvd is four lanes wide with a large coral tree and grass divider in its middle. This divider is hugely popular among local residents for jogging and exercise. The neighborhoods north of San Vicente in Santa Monica and Brentwood are considered among the most prestigious and expensive in Los Angeles County.
Intersections with Ocean Avenue, 7th and 26th street in Santa Monica lead down to Pacific Coast Highway in the first two cases and Sunset Boulevard for the third. For most of its length, it runs generally parallel south of Sunset Boulevard and north of Montana Avenue and Wilshire Boulevard. San Vicente is useful as a thoroughfare due to its lack of traffic lights. Until downtown Brentwood at the intersection with Bundy Drive, the only lights are at 7th and 26th streets in Santa Monica.
Popular spots include the The Brentwood Country Mart at 26th and San Vicente and the Brentwood Country Club. The portion of San Vicente in Brentwood is often known as a Little Italy, due to a recent large influx of upscale Italian restaurants.
The former Mezzaluna Trattoria located at 11750 San Vicente Boulevard was central in the O. J. Simpson murder case. A party that included Nicole Brown-Simpson was not waited on by victim Ronald Goldman the evening before the fatal attack several blocks away on Bundy Avenue, because he knew Nicole and traded the table with another waitress so he wouldn't have to wait on his friend.
Santa Monica Transit line 4 runs through this portion of San Vicente Boulevard.
Famous quotes containing the words san and/or boulevard:
“We had won. Pimps got out of their polished cars and walked the streets of San Francisco only a little uneasy at the unusual exercise. Gamblers, ignoring their sensitive fingers, shook hands with shoeshine boys.... Beauticians spoke to the shipyard workers, who in turn spoke to the easy ladies.... I thought if war did not include killing, I’d like to see one every year. Something like a festival.”
—Maya Angelou (b. 1928)
“Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting
In diluted gold bars across the boulevard brag
Of proud, seamed faces with mercy and murder hinting
here, there, interrupting, all deep and debonair,
The pink paint on the innocence of fear;
Walk in a gingerly manner up the hall.”
—Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917)