Known for its Vietnamese/Filipino eateries and mind-numbing traffic... look, there will be a fair amount of negativity here, but this sprawling suburb is, arguably, one of the worst. Because even though more and more breweries -- including, as of recently, Ballast Point -- have opened in its Southern neighbor, Miramar (where the Navy air station is), there’s not much else to do here. It's like, "Hey, do you want to go to Mira Mesa?" "Sure, let's... get a boba and hit up the bowling alley, I guess?"
Spanish for "The Jewel," this coastal community is picturesque, and practically perfect in every way -- like a Botox-injecting, Prada-wearing, tennis-playing, prenup-signing, Black Card-toting Mary Poppins (who perhaps has her own Mary Poppins to watch her kids during pilates). Visit this town scattered on cliffs... take a leisurely stroll on the sand... visit the seals... maybe pull out the barb of a stingray? Stingrays, like unbearable rich folk, REALLY like La Jolla.
Home of one of the world's best beaches, and the Hotel del Coronado, which is Spanish for "I'm an f*%&$#^@ beautiful hotel." But then there's the bridge traffic... and, by the way, stop misleadingly calling the peninsula you live on an island, a falsehood you've even annoyingly extended to the high school mascot. Like, "Hey, where are you?" "Coronado." "Why? Are you at a bridal shower?" But, Coronado is like The Great Gatsby manifested itself as a California beach town. Mansion-lined streets, beach cruisers, gazebos in parks, etc. Too bad you can't afford it.