The weekend moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
You, 400 exotic animals and cocktails... no, it’s not your last birthday party. It’s an intimate cocktail fete at the Wildlife Waystation, and you’re invited. Also, you’re getting 28% off a stylish pair of headphones, and your next handsome tie: 50 bucks. It’s all right this way…
Picture this: you just had one too many at Tiki-Ti. Now picture this: you stroll over to the new outpost of Spitz for a doner kebab—lamb and beef wrapped in lavash flatbread—and a beer. That’s better. You could also just come for lunch, but that’s less fun to picture.
Over in Venice, A+R has long been your go-to shop for random design-y stuff for your place. The new La Brea outpost is twice the size, with more furniture, including a chair made from steel blown up like a balloon. Whatever you do, don’t pop it.
Something weird is happening at Eva. You settle in for a nice dinner and realize: everyone’s looking at each other, not their phones. Strange. Yeah, the chef-owner has decreed: hand over your phone upon arrival, and dinner’s 5% off. You can tweet pictures of drinks afterward.
The Saturday run: a sacred tradition. But hey, f**k tradition. At this weekend’s Mammoth Mud Run, you’ll slog through mud pits, climbing walls and, um, aggressive snowblowers—after a quick warm-up led by the P90X guy. It’s almost as treacherous as Sunset.
Listen, there’s no bad way to say this: La Brea’s best date spot is getting into the Sunday night fried-chicken game. By night’s end, your table will have seen a cheese plate, half a fried chicken, a pair of seasonal sides and dessert. And that’s just your half of the table.
