I stayed in this rental with some friends visiting from out of town so that I would have more space to host them. I was clearly too busy when I booked because this is one of those misleading rentals that shows up when you filter for "entire place," but it isn't actually. This rental is the upstairs unit above the owner and several dogs whose odor is not entirely masked by all the glade sprayers mounted outside. I am not an indoor shoe person anyway, but we HAD to take our shoes off because we needed to tip toe across the hardwood so as not to disturb the inhabitants below. Like many Airbnb rentals, the unit is in a relative state of disrepair, with a barrage of label maker instructions plastered on just about every surface. There are cameras around the entire exterior of the house and Amazon Echo devices in every room which I set to do not listen mode since they were clearly linked to the owner's account since they kept chirping updates about his various inbound Amazon deliveries. It is also filled with strange, borderline offense art. The AC is locked, so it's cold at random times but generally uncomfortably warm day and night. My group spent most of our time away from the rental, but entry and exit felt like a scene from a Dan Brown movie with different codes and tricks to open the doors and such. The owner kept sending me novella-length instructions on top of the laundry list of check-in instructions and ubiquitous labels, which were more onerous than helpful. He apparently cannot get the tiny place cleaned fast enough but books new guests to arrive the same day regardless. He then sent a bizarre message asking us to throw our linens out the window onto the street on the last day (eww), and "as soon as you woke up" were his words. However, we clearly didn't wake up at an acceptable time for him (approximately 9:45 am on a Sunday, which is plenty of time for three guys to get cleaned up, dressed, and packed before an 11 am check out). When I looked at my phone, I had a text message, an in-app message, and a voicemail demanding we throw the linens down to the street because his maid had already arrived several hours before check out and needed to get started. I could then clearly hear him badmouthing us to the maid, telling her we were "not cooperative" because we hadn't complied with his demands. I might have anticipated this if I had had time to read his snippy retorts to other reviewers ahead of time as well. He then pretended to be all nice and friendly to my friends as we left shortly before the posted 11 am check-out time.
Despite the strange art, the peculiar passive/aggressive host, the odors, the nightmare parking situation (which admittedly can't be helped), etc., the area is quiet. It's so quiet and peaceful that you almost forget you are in the most populous county in America and so close to the freeway, Dodgers Stadium, and all the rest of LA. The back deck is the best part of the unit. If you rent here, be sure to spend as much time there soaking in nature.