Back in the day Stone Harbor's Zebop (named after a very underrated Santana album from 1981) would have been known as a headless head shop selling Woodstock-era psychedelia and clothing without the "I didn't inhale" paraphernalia.
If you're into classic rock and haven't lost your zen for a thirty minute sitar solo then Zebop is your jam. Vintage t-shirts, tie-dye, rasta hoodies, lava lamps and black light ready concert posters can help transform any basement into Jeff Spicoli's man cave.
Jerry, Jimi, Janis, Wavy Gravy, they're all here emblazoned on coffee mugs, mirrors and shot glasses. The place is a Stone Harbor groove and is not to be missed. Tell 'em Captain Trips sent you and just a gentle reminder Grasshopper, don't eat the brown acid - you may even be able to find that classic bit of Woodstock Wisdom on a hemp sweatshirt.
So point your VW microbus south, it probably knows the way all by itself. A very groovy five stars. read more