Where there’s a weekend, there’s a way.
Your Perks: 1) After-work cocktails and oysters for two at Mercato di Vetro—for $49. 2) A month of VIP access to the Netflix of golf clubs. 3) 25% off the Bass Egg—a device that turns any hard surface into a speaker. And any beach into a potential dance party...
Some recent morning, you probably stood in line waiting for Intelligentsia coffee, then drank Intelligentsia coffee, then felt slightly more at peace about the universe. Now two guys from there (one’s G, one’s B) have a new spot inside Grand Central Market 2.0. They make pupusas. Just kidding. Coffee.
They’ve done Tarantino. Luhrmann. And now, For the Record is doing the movie-soundtracks-as-live-theater thing to the Robert Zemeckis canon. Yes, that means you’ll see Forrest running, Marty McFly singing and Jessica Rabbit being an actual person.
There’s a certain kind of moment that can only happen when you’re at Mr. Chow in Malibu having lunch, and you’re telling a story about Sean Penn, but then you see Sean Penn. It’s the kind of moment that can only happen now that Mr. Chow in Malibu has opened for lunch.
Steven Alan. Great shirts. But they’ve really been neglecting your eyebrow-to-nostril region. No more: their new line of classic-looking glasses and shades is now available at the La Brea shop. If you expected to see some tortoiseshell, you’re not wrong.
So you go to a bar with some records under your arm. You have a drink. Eventually, the DJ plays something you brought. When that happens, the bartender sends you a round on the house. Oh, you’ve never done that before. You should go to Mom’s Bar on Tuesday then.
