<em>Plectrum Weekendrum</em>
Your Perks: 1) A perfectly tailored, Italian-imported two-piece suit. Sharp. Very sharp. 2) An evening of live jazz, stiff drinks and casino games in the name of charity. 3) A couple of battery enhancements for your phone so it’ll live forever. Or at least a really, really long time.
At cafés not named Catfe LA: You walk in, you get an espresso. That’s about it.
At pop-up cafés in Chinatown named Catfe LA: You walk in, you get an espresso... and you
notice the place is crawling with cats. They’re all up for adoption. We have nothing further to add.
Quentin Tarantino. You know that celebrated actor. Well, now he’s got this side gig programming every film showing at New Beverly Cinema. Tonight there’s a Paul Mazursky double feature, followed by a week of Pulp Fiction and The Professional. He really admires Pulp Fiction.
Traditionally, you’ve demanded four things from Oktoberfest: beer, polka, pretzels and tubular meat. In Santa Monica, you can forgo the last one. They’re doing a vegan Oktoberfest. Should be fine. If there’s still beer.
How Hollywood barbecues in October: oh, just a three-week party in Jimmy Kimmel’s back lot featuring short-rib-and-ribeye sandwiches (and that smoked brisket you remember from last year) from award-winning pitmaster Adam Perry Lang. All due respect to your grill.
Now’s the time to plan a date night at Hyde—they’ve got a new show involving a jazz band and flappers doing flapper-y versions of songs like “Fancy,” “Anaconda” and the Game of Thrones theme. Thankfully, they leave The Newsroom out of it.
