More than meets the weekend.
Your Perks: 1) The softest, most water-resistant leather bags out there—if there’s a classier way to carry your stuff to the beach, we don’t know it. 2) A one-month supply of memory-enhancing “genius pills.” 3) Your very own pet jellyfish and LED-lit aquarium. Start thinking of jellyfish names.
Technically, June gloom can only exist for three more days. It’s the law or something. Then you better have your M. Nii tank tops, Folk short-sleeve button-downs and Onia trunks at the ready. Wittmore’s here to help with up to 50% off that stuff. They understand how the law works.
You typically let your eyes do the work at museums. Now it’s your nose’s time to shine. Just tell Brian Goeltzenleuchter your zip code, and he’ll provide you with a scent meant to capture your neighborhood. Then you’ll wander around an exhibit about color. Blue will still smell blue. Probably.
There’s a new brewery in Highland Park. It’s called Highland Park Brewery. Hit the Hermosillo on Saturday for the brewery’s opening party and you’ll get pork belly sliders, cheese and tasters of stuff like smoked-Chinese-tea beer and black coffee beer. You always take your coffee beer black.
You promised your date lobster rolls and oysters in West Hollywood on Sunday—only to find half the 90046 crowding Connie & Ted’s, and the other half at Son of a Gun. No problem. Change course to the 3rd Street–adjacent patio at Blue Plate Oysterette’s brand-new digs. Close call.
Brentwood and South Carolina really aren’t so different. At least not when Tavern breaks out a four-course Low Country feast with shrimp and grits, a crawfish and crab leg boil, and blueberry cobbler. The cobbler clinches it.
