The weekend’s withholding judgment on Gosling’s directorial debut.
Your Perks: 1) An afternoon of speeding around a racetrack with an ex–Formula 1 driver. Note: red Ferrari race suit provided. 2) Up to 59% off new prints from notable wall decorator Banksy. 3) 20% off the glow-in-the-dark bike you’ll be riding all summer.
For some reason, you keep putting off buying okra for Monday’s cookout. (That’s right, okra.) Hit tonight’s Sunset Strip Market, which now has bar stands—so you can try a Lagunitas IPA or a Napa red to help you finally deal with the matter of the okra.
Fade in: you’re headed up the PCH. Your weekend has begun. You... might not have enough casual shirts, Jack Purcell sneakers and Baxter hair stuff for three days of beach breeze. Swing off the road into Canvas Boutique and Gallery’s pop-up. Get back on road. Start over. Fade in...
Culver City legend has it that IHOP’s ghost still haunts A-Frame. There’s compelling new evidence in the form of all-you-can-eat stacks of pancakes, filled with blueberries or chocolate chips or... ham and cheese. Not sure bottomless micheladas have anything to do with this thesis. But it’s good they’re there.
Shutters invites you to drink bottomless champagne and eat eggs benedict on its oceanfront patio before dawn on Sunday. They’ve found this great excuse, too. A purported race called the Monaco Grand Prix that they’ll be showing at 4:30am—and the champagne starts at 6am. Pretty clever, Shutters.
So many people to see over the weekend, so few pounds of crawfish on hand. Solution: rally at the Brig, where 500 pounds of spiced crawfish will be tossed onto tables with corn, spuds, andouille sausage and rum. Well, the rum won’t be tossed so much as gently placed.
