The weekend is quite comfortable with its dark horse status.
Your Perks: 1) A vintage Rolex. Or two. Or three. “Too much of a good thing” does not apply. 2) An umbrella that’ll text you if you leave it behind. Good friend, this umbrella. 3) A Versace suit. You know, the internationally renowned house of—anyway, yes, Versace.
Sure, you have lots of burritos and burgers to choose from when you need a quick lunch in Santa Monica. But thus far, your shishito-ricotta avocado toast and sweet-and-sour brussels sprouts options have been too few. Enter Aestus. Really. You have to enter Aestus to eat those things.
Sabah would like to see you at RTH on Saturday. They’d like to offer you a drink while you consider your own pair of their handmade-to-order Turkish leather slip-ons. They’ll be hanging out there for a few months, and at no point will you be pressured to buy a rug.
How East Borough is celebrating Saturday’s Vietnamese Tet Festival: they’ve got a bunch of bao buns for you, filled with stuff like smoked bacon and quail egg, baby octopus, and hanger steak with crab butter. Sounds like they’re celebrating properly.
Lots of New Yorkers around this weekend. One’s especially hard to miss: why, yes, that is Amanda Lepore going wild at the Golden Box on Saturday. You think she wanted to stay in that weather?
February 23, 2015. To always be remembered as the day Brentwood productivity dramatically increased after the introduction of Alfred Coffee’s espressos, draft kombucha and chocolate waffle coffee cones on San Vicente. At least by that one guy with the laptop.
