If you were to create a murderers’ row of happy hours right on the same floor as one another, it’d probably include Jaleo, Blue Ribbon, Scarpetta and maybe Comme Ça. Well, get this: the Cosmopolitan stole your idea. The nerve.
Listen. This is the closest you’re ever going to get to being Sylvester Stallone. It’s rappelling down the side of Planet Hollywood. And it’s for charity. Which... is totally why you’d be doing it.
To everything there is a season. And this is the season of giant magnums of champagne, dancing on tables and confetti cannons at brunch. It’s the Lavo party brunch. It’s back. And it’s clearly the only correct way to eat eggs.
It’s just so easy to stay on the Strip. But if you don’t, you might find a huge festival going on downtown. And it might have Vampire Weekend, the Killers and Jurassic 5 performing. Possibly even Michael Mina and Tom Colicchio cooking. Fine, we confess, it’s got all that.
The long and illustrious reign of bread as the primary mode of delivering burgers to you is at an end. And in its place come these sliders nestled in between two compressed ramen buns. Lettuce and tomato: you’re next.
