The weekend loves your mom’s cookies.
Your Perks: 1) Waxed-canvas bags that can handle whatever you throw at them this winter. 2) A truly special bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue. It’s whiskey to be celebrated. Or sipped judiciously. 3) A fitted button-down from Jared Lang. You’ve never looked better.
The last two years, no one was slathering your barbecue brisket sandwiches in foie gras. But you stayed strong. And now Chop Daddy (no relation) is making up for lost time with the Foie Daddy (and... no relation).
Friday’s forecast at Angel City: snow. Angel City’s making that happen. Yes, snow.
Also, The Goonies, live music and beer.
Sunday’s forecast at the similarly beery Bock Fest: just calls for... beer. And now, back
to your regularly scheduled weekending.
Perhaps you’ve got this thing for Princess Leia. Maybe C-3PO’s accent really does it for you. Either way, your more lurid Jedi-related fantasies might come true at Dragonfly tomorrow, where there’s a Star Wars–themed burlesque show going down. No matter what, it’ll be better than Attack of the Clones.
Eric Greenspan’s got this pretty out-there theory that you may want one of his short rib grilled cheeses at the Westfield Century City. So he’s starting a pop-up there with cheesy sandwiches and the occasional TV-featured latke. Now he just needs some test subjects.
The Golden State of Cocktails, that esteemed week dedicated to the pleasurable intricacies of booze, kicks off Monday with fried chicken, DJs and BBQ-friendly cocktails at Good Times at Davey Wayne’s. Also known as the Day the Resolutions Died.
