Fade in: the weekend.
You’re invited to a beach party in Malibu hosted by a secret dining society—with endless tapas, wine and coastal panoramas. Plus, get your exclusive tickets to the Breeders’ Cup before they sell out, and don’t forget to thank Allen Edmonds: they designed a line of handsome shoes just for you.
Here’s the thing about Hollywood lunch institutions: they’re so insistent about staying in Hollywood. Finally, Ammo has listened to your pleas, and now you can get your prosciutto sandwich and French lentil salad in the breezy courtyard of the Hammer Museum. Westwood needs lentils, too.
Your calendar is telling you summer’s over. The sun is telling you it’s not. Timing is good, then, for a Goorin Bros. sale—think three days of sun-shading fedoras for $20 in a Hollywood courtyard with live music and gratis drinks. Oh, and pocket squares. Because you never know.
Nothing against your average taco stand. But sometimes you require... some atmosphere. A rooftop. A zip code that makes you think about ’90s teen soaps. Atop the Peninsula, there’s a new taco-and-tequila thing happening—picture four short rib tacos and a Speckled Jalapeño Margarita. If you can picture such a thing.
Clear your calendar for Saturday. Mohawk is having a mother of an end-of-summer sale—think A.P.C. stuff at up to 80% off—for one day only. Two things: it’s cash only, and it’s next door in the basement of Blossom restaurant. And actually, you don’t have to clear your calendar. It won’t take all day.
Great little European wine bars—not usually where you go to channel an Oktoberfest vibe. But hey. You’re a pioneer. There’s a new pop-up at Mignon called Knackig, and it involves a sidewalk grill churning out brats, kielbasa and knockwurst. And... wine.
