The weekend proclaims itself the new Dodgers mascot.
Red wine season is upon us. Related: you’re getting exclusive early access to six bottles of ultra-premium reds and up to 44% off acclaimed wine and cocktail accessories from Soireehome. Plus, Foundwell has some handsome vintage Rolexes, Omegas and other iconic timepieces for your wrist. Thank them later.
Around 4:30pm, it happens. You crash. You need a latte. Or... fried chicken and a beer. Over at the Black Cat’s new sort-of happy hour, your beer or wine comes with a daily special—burger on Mondays, fried chicken on Wednesdays—for 10 bucks. It’s a step up from peanuts.
You’ve got fond memories of drinking beer by the beach at Larry’s this summer. And you’re about to have fond memories of drinking chili-salt-rimmed, red-pepper-infused tequila by the beach at Larry’s this fall—finally they’ve gotten a full liquor license. And a red pepper license.
Saturday night, you’ll have a beer and find inspiration under giant photos of Muhammad Ali in his prime at the opening party for the new exhibit inside Fred Segal. Sunday morning, you’ll rise triumphantly from bed, ready to show that farmers’ market who’s boss.
Sure, you’ll be surrounded by scantily clad pole dancers at Cheetahs on Sunday night. But esteemed bartender Matt Biancaniello will be there, too, for some amazing reason, so you’ll be laser-focused on your tequila cocktail with sea urchin puree. It’s the strip club equivalent of reading Playboy for the articles.
The scene at Tropicana Bar can be kind of scary sometimes. Like when Nightmare on Elm Street is playing on the wall beside the pool, and you’re holding a crimson-colored drink called Nancy’s Bathwater. It’s got cherries and tequila in it, just like your bathwater.
