How you know you're there: The sign outside looks homemade and boasts a cute play on words for the name—say, Cannabliss. Once inside, the hostess, who looks like she just got off a shift at Hot Topic, checks your medical-marijuana card and ushers you in. You'll have your pick of edibles, canna-candy, flower or dabs. The room is darkened and decked out like your hippie uncle's house, and you'll squint to make out the day's menu, written in color-coded Sharpie on a whiteboard. Next to it, you'll notice a photoshopped image of the dude behind the counter that reads "King Bubba Kush." It makes it hard not to laugh when you look at him.